MjM
Deity
Finmaster said:
From : Egypt
Yes, it does.
ITNES I - An Epoch of Change
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From : Egypt
Yes, it does.
Kozmos
Jew Detective
Naredbe poslane.
Inheritance
Who are you?
Mosheh ben Gershom.
An interesting name. The name of the one who created us.
A powerful man strode out of the shadows of the darkness, and walked up to the table, where the accountant sat.
The first Mosheh was not YHWH, Simon. It is best you remember that. He was a prophet; nothing more.
Instantly, Simon backed from the table, and dropped to one knee, bowing his head. High Priest, he stammered. I I did not know it was you.
An odd sort of smile crossed the face of the black-robed priest, as he looked down at Simon. Stand. You are no longer in a city on the Nile; we do not pay respect to our lords by bowing to them.
Simon, too afraid, remained knelt.
Here, said Mosheh, we pay respect our lords, by obeying them. His words carried a distinct edge, one Simon realized could be fatal.
The accountant clamored to his feet, and stared at the High Priest. Moshehs arms were crossed over his chest, almost in an impression of tombed Pharaoh, of Egypt. Almost in an impression of one who was dead, but whose soul had managed to come back, from the afterlife. Simons thoughts turned to Osiris, and he resisted from uttering a brief prayer to that god. He was frightened.
Why do you come here, Lord Priest? asked Simon. I take the names of those who do not have enough to eat, so that the Israfanid coffers can provide them with enough to feed themselves. You are neither hungry, nor for want of coin. Why do you come here?
I am here for you, said Mosheh. Tell me. Have you done anything I would disprove of?
Of course not, my lord.
Sending our minds to distant lands so that they can be educated has its benefits, said Mosheh, as well as its risks. I believe that the benefits outweigh the risks. Our nation must modernize. His eyes flashed with a dark fire.
I agree, my lord.
Who do you pray to? Mosheh still held his arms as a Pharaoh would, as Osiris would, and Simons eyes flashed with Egyptian imagery.
YHWH, my lord. The One True God. The only God, blessed be His name.
Liar.
Wind flowed through the room, and Moshehs cloak rustled. He seemed to grow taller, more ominous, more terrible.
I beg your pardon?
Egypt stole you from God, said Mosheh. Twelve years in that land turned you. You are a heretic.
Simon felt unsteady on his feet. He felt as a man would, if that man had had his darkest secret revealed to the world. For indeed that was true. Simon was a heretic. But he could not simply admit it, even now. His mind would not allow it. His mind searched desperately for some way out, some way that would never come. No, said Simon. How can you say that? I have served Israfanid faithfully. I have served Israfanid for all my life.
But you corrupt it from within. The powerful High Priest took one step towards Simon, then another, until the accountant was backed against the wall.
No, breathed Simon, as he saw his life flash before his eyes, just as those who had brushed death said it would.
I love my nation, said Mosheh. And I know you have served it well. I love my people, and I know you have served them well, too. Mosheh paused. But I love my God more, and you have betrayed Him.
There was a flash of steel, and a body fell to the floor.
All glory to YHWH.
Who are you?
Mosheh ben Gershom.
An interesting name. The name of the one who created us.
A powerful man strode out of the shadows of the darkness, and walked up to the table, where the accountant sat.
The first Mosheh was not YHWH, Simon. It is best you remember that. He was a prophet; nothing more.
Instantly, Simon backed from the table, and dropped to one knee, bowing his head. High Priest, he stammered. I I did not know it was you.
An odd sort of smile crossed the face of the black-robed priest, as he looked down at Simon. Stand. You are no longer in a city on the Nile; we do not pay respect to our lords by bowing to them.
Simon, too afraid, remained knelt.
Here, said Mosheh, we pay respect our lords, by obeying them. His words carried a distinct edge, one Simon realized could be fatal.
The accountant clamored to his feet, and stared at the High Priest. Moshehs arms were crossed over his chest, almost in an impression of tombed Pharaoh, of Egypt. Almost in an impression of one who was dead, but whose soul had managed to come back, from the afterlife. Simons thoughts turned to Osiris, and he resisted from uttering a brief prayer to that god. He was frightened.
Why do you come here, Lord Priest? asked Simon. I take the names of those who do not have enough to eat, so that the Israfanid coffers can provide them with enough to feed themselves. You are neither hungry, nor for want of coin. Why do you come here?
I am here for you, said Mosheh. Tell me. Have you done anything I would disprove of?
Of course not, my lord.
Sending our minds to distant lands so that they can be educated has its benefits, said Mosheh, as well as its risks. I believe that the benefits outweigh the risks. Our nation must modernize. His eyes flashed with a dark fire.
I agree, my lord.
Who do you pray to? Mosheh still held his arms as a Pharaoh would, as Osiris would, and Simons eyes flashed with Egyptian imagery.
YHWH, my lord. The One True God. The only God, blessed be His name.
Liar.
Wind flowed through the room, and Moshehs cloak rustled. He seemed to grow taller, more ominous, more terrible.
I beg your pardon?
Egypt stole you from God, said Mosheh. Twelve years in that land turned you. You are a heretic.
Simon felt unsteady on his feet. He felt as a man would, if that man had had his darkest secret revealed to the world. For indeed that was true. Simon was a heretic. But he could not simply admit it, even now. His mind would not allow it. His mind searched desperately for some way out, some way that would never come. No, said Simon. How can you say that? I have served Israfanid faithfully. I have served Israfanid for all my life.
But you corrupt it from within. The powerful High Priest took one step towards Simon, then another, until the accountant was backed against the wall.
No, breathed Simon, as he saw his life flash before his eyes, just as those who had brushed death said it would.
I love my nation, said Mosheh. And I know you have served it well. I love my people, and I know you have served them well, too. Mosheh paused. But I love my God more, and you have betrayed Him.
There was a flash of steel, and a body fell to the floor.
All glory to YHWH.
das
Regeneration In Process
Good, good... But the Israfanids are the ruling dynasty. So one doesn't serve "Israfanid", he serves "the Israfanids" or alternatively Israel or Arabia or Yamama or the Chosen or any other country name you can come up with.
Sheep
Orange Shrooms!
Punic Empire orders have been sent although diplomacy is still welcome.
Sheep
Orange Shrooms!
ooc: das I realised that I never put diplomatic agreements in my orders. Please pm me if you need a list before the update but it shouldnt be all that hard as I dont make secret alliances in this early age.
This treaty signifies the dawn of a new chapter in Inter-Punic relations between the Punic Empire of Carthage and Phonecia. In the name of the the spirits of the Carthigian Emperors past and the the Phonecian god Elo, we welcome this treaty with all our heart and look forward to continue prosperity and co-operation for the entire Punic race
Article One
This treaty is the first step the in the repair of relations strained by the Carthigian intervention in Phonecia. This treaty will act a a Non-aggression pact with benefits.
Article Two
Trade is to be encouraged between Phonecia and the Punic Empire of Carthage and merchants from both nations are not to be denied any 'Punic' port. Tarriffs are to be lowered to a new 'Punic-rate' allowing for easier flow of goods and better profits for Punic merchants.
Article Three
The Punic Empire of Carthage is to assist in a future expedition of Phonecia to help in their quest for a colony in a yet undertermined place.
Inter-Punic Accords
This treaty signifies the dawn of a new chapter in Inter-Punic relations between the Punic Empire of Carthage and Phonecia. In the name of the the spirits of the Carthigian Emperors past and the the Phonecian god Elo, we welcome this treaty with all our heart and look forward to continue prosperity and co-operation for the entire Punic race
Article One
This treaty is the first step the in the repair of relations strained by the Carthigian intervention in Phonecia. This treaty will act a a Non-aggression pact with benefits.
Article Two
Trade is to be encouraged between Phonecia and the Punic Empire of Carthage and merchants from both nations are not to be denied any 'Punic' port. Tarriffs are to be lowered to a new 'Punic-rate' allowing for easier flow of goods and better profits for Punic merchants.
Article Three
The Punic Empire of Carthage is to assist in a future expedition of Phonecia to help in their quest for a colony in a yet undertermined place.
Signed
Holy Punic Emperor, Hannibal Barcelona VI
Punic Empire of Carthage
Holy Punic Emperor, Hannibal Barcelona VI
Punic Empire of Carthage
There's a dynasty? On the government part of the stats, it said absolute theocracy, and the BT update gave it one paragraph of description, so I thought it was run by the priests, and the name was just a tribute to their founder. The orders I sent actually detail a rather complex account of how that all works. Ah well. If you really want there to be a king, make him a figurehead everyone knows is a figurehead, and give the real power to the priests anyway.
Oh, and as for the word Israfanid in the story? That's a drift to the more gramatically correct name boldly declared in my orders.
conehead234
Braves on the Warpath
Orders are coming.
tossi
Der kleine Prinz
From: Phoenicia
To: Carthage
Jerubalis IV, King of Byblos, King of Phoenicia, signs the Inter-Punic Accords, politely overlooking the mentioning of Elo, to improve the Phoenician-Carthaginian relationsship.
OOC Question:
Do small expeditions, like 5 ships, need logistic?
To: Carthage
Jerubalis IV, King of Byblos, King of Phoenicia, signs the Inter-Punic Accords, politely overlooking the mentioning of Elo, to improve the Phoenician-Carthaginian relationsship.
OOC Question:
Do small expeditions, like 5 ships, need logistic?
MjM
Deity
Orders after school today..
das
Regeneration In Process
Meh, I'd let it slide this once - will need to recheck the thread anyway to write down all the new players.
Depends on how far... But generally, yes.
Reno
The Studio Ghibli Fanatic
Orders for Tarunia sent.
das
Regeneration In Process
Glad to see so many orders already (well, it beats the usual situation, anyway).
Less glad to see that some of you haven't read the rules all that well.
Less glad to see that some of you haven't read the rules all that well.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Waiting on a diplo response from Banana.
From: Suzhou
To: Tieh China
Unnecessary bloodshed is detestable. For this at least, we offer a NAP for 10 years.
From: Suzhou
To: Choson
We wish to propose a NAP for 15 years, and an exchange of ambassadors.
From: Suzhou
To: Tieh China
Unnecessary bloodshed is detestable. For this at least, we offer a NAP for 10 years.
From: Suzhou
To: Choson
We wish to propose a NAP for 15 years, and an exchange of ambassadors.
tossi
Der kleine Prinz
das said:
Aint too late for corrections! I know that I should ahve asked you about the project, but I was/am short on time.
Grandmaster
Deity
Orders being sent. Das, which of the other Alban states is PC at this point?
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