ITNES I - Interesting Times

[Insane_Panda]

NPC Me for the next 3 weeks and keep things interesting

 

[Capulet]

tossi, I think it's pretty clear that you are NOT playing the Phoenician rebels. So I don't see why this would have any effect on me, or on the rebels.

 

[Azale]

“Doriva, the situation is grave. Parhae has completely capitulated and my army is demoralized. There is little that can be done to save the situation; I fear the only choice for Mohenjo-daro would be to accept any peace the Bactrashans offer. As for my homeland, I will never give up the fight, as futile a cause it is. I do hope you can see reason yourself, Emperor, for there is still hope for Mohenjo-daro.

General Padisha Darius II”


Doriva finished reading the letter to himself, raising his head to meet the eyes of his table of six advisors. They all stared attentively at the Emperor, aging as he was he was still a legendary figure. They all awaited his divine opinion. Sweat beads ran down the aging ruler’s face, as he tried to word a crafty lie. Doriva wiped his face with the back of his hand and tried to regain composure as he began,” This letter? Bah, it is nothing, a small matter.” Doriva crumpled the letter, throwing it into the fire blazing behind him,” we must speak of more important matters. We cannot give into the Bactrashans, our armies victory is guaranteed by Vishnu himself!” As Doriva pounded his fist and the advisory council clapped, he let a sly smile slip past his normal stone-faced expression…

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Surya galloped along the desert trail. It was all barren now, but in a few miles it would open up. The path would open up to reveal a city some only see in dreams. Mohenjo-daro, a city of millions, was his final destination in a journey of fate that had taken him 10 years. He had gone from a naïve 20-year old with a knack for adventure, to a 30-year old jaded warrior. With a plan.

As he entered the markets, even though thousands of people crowded the pathways, he stood out greatly in his all black gear (including a handkerchief on his face) and black horse. People stopped and gazed as this “desert man” trotted through the town square. Surya fixed his eyes on the palace ahead.

He reached the palace in a matter of minutes, and by now many people had curiously gathered and began to follow him. Surya was at the gates of palace, with two muscled guards standing in his way. He dismounted his horse and stood to face the guards. The crowd held its breath in anticipation of what the guards would do to an intruder. Surya looked back at the throng and then gave the guards a nod. They raised their gigantic blades to allow entrance into the palace.

Now into the palace, Surya was right at home. He ascended the stairs quickly; the palace worker’s barely paying a mind to the strange man. He ran up the stairs without stopping, his heart pounding as his mission was near completion. Suddenly he was there. The room of the advisors was closed, but voices could be heard inside if one put their ear to the door. Surya readied himself, and kicked down the door. The seven men in the room’s heads all snapped to attention, struck with fright. Surya glared at the Emperor, the man at the far end of the room. “Doriva, your time has come. You have led this land to ruin, and it has not gone unnoticed. Surrender yourself.” Doriva looked at the man with a look of complete shock, as if the words he spoke were a foreign language, “Surrender or I will kill you Doriva”. It was at this statement that Suresh, a cousin of the Emperor, charged at Surya, revealing a concealed dagger. Surya spotted him, evading Suresh and causing him to fall to his hands and feet where Surya then revealed a blade of his own, pulling out and stabbing it straight through the advisor’s heart in one swift motion. Surya stepped on the lifeless corpse of the dead Suresh, pulling out his sword and recanting the surrender of Doriva. Rahul, strongest of the advisors rose to his feet, drawing out his own sword to face Surya, “Darshan, Suresh, Shalabh, Keshav! You must take Emperor Doriva out of this room, I will deal with him.” Rahul moved to protect the door while the Emperor fled.

Surya did not want too, but he had to let the Emperor go as he faced off with Rahul. If he won, the Emperor would be taken care of anyway. Rahul readied his weapon,” You fool, do you know what you have done?” Rahul asked of his combatant,” Rahul, lay down your weapon, my fight is with Doriva.” Rahul discarded his extra palace wear,” I don’t know how you know my name, desert scum, but you will not touch Doriva unless you walk over my dead corpse to reach him.”

The two warriors circled around each other, neither making an attack. Surya smiled, although Rahul could not see it “You know nothing Rahul, it is clear to me now. You too are nothing but a puppet to Doriva.” This enraged the renowned fighter and he lunged for Surya, who sidestepped the attack. Rahul quickly raised his blade again to block Surya’s slash. Now Rahul recovered his balance, and with both fighters now on their feet, a duel ensued. Neither could get a hit on the other, sparks produced as each fighter swung at the other. Surya was moving Rahul back towards the fireplace though, and he soon noticed the danger. Rahul wound up for a swing, but when he released he also picked up hot embers…swinging the embers onto the face of Surya, who yelled in pain as he retreated backwards. Most of them had landed on his forehead except for one that went to his left eyelid instead, momentarily blinding him. Surya pressed his hand on his forehead as Rahul made a vicious barrage of slashes and strikes at him. Surya tried to fight back, moving his left hand back to his sword to swing with more power. Before he could position his hand, Rahul swung violently at the bottom of the blade of his sword. The sword flipped out of Surya’s hand into the air, sticking the landing about 5 yards away. Surya scrambled for it, but Rahul was already there. He picked it up, and threw it across the room. Now he focused on the weaponless Surya, blocking his path to his sword, snarling with pleasure “You’ve lost Surya, nice attempt that it was.” He slashed at Surya’s left side, and Surya grabbed at it as a gash formed from the strike. Rahul tried a follow-up stab that only hit air as Surya summoned his strength and flipped backwards. Surya noticed Rahul’s mistake immediately, kicking the sword out of Rahul’s outstretched arm. It clanged to the ground and right next to Surya’s feet. Rahul, stunned by this sudden reversal of fortune, sprints for Surya’s sword near the door. “Death by your own sword, how ironic a demise” Surya retrieved Rahul’s sword, hurling it like a mere dagger across the room…and directly though Rahul’s chest who stopped in his tracks, collapsing as he tried to catch a breath. Surya walked across the room and peered down at the impaled and lifeless Rahul, stepping directly on his abdomen as he reached down to reclaim his weapon, “So long, brother.” This fight had taken about 20 minutes, but if all had gone according to plan, the Emperor would be waiting for him.

Surya briskly dashed down the stairway, sharp pains from his side forcing him to stop at one point from intense pain. His forehead throbbed as well, but nothing could stop Surya now. He shortly reached the main door, and could hear a large commotion outside in the royal courtyards. Stepping out, one of the large burly guards approached him,” Surya, Doriva came through this door were we seized him. Just as you asked.” Surya crossed his arms on his chest, “And what of the advisors?” The guard smiled, “Dealt with, just like you asked.”

This was grand news to Surya, who moved down the path to the center of the large courtyard. He could see the Emperor now, the other guard had him tied to the tree nearest to the gates that led to Mohenjo-daro city. As Surya approached, the guard moved to his side as if to protect him from any attacker that could come. The Emperor, who fumed with rage at his captors, suddenly centered his eyes on Surya,” Who ARE you? You are mighty clever, convincing my guards to turn against me and escaping from Rahul…I’m sure he will come soon and te-“ Surya interrupted the Emperor,” Doriva, Rahul is dead.” By now the crowd had quieted down, and waited for Doriva’s response. He looked at Surya with a disgusted look of awe on his face,” Do you…realize your grave mistake? I do not know what this is supposed to be. If this is some sort of Bactrashan plot to grab power from me…” Surya laughed, and then walked so close to the Emperor that he could smell the lunch on his breath,” Emperor, your reign is a farce.” The Emperor’s head moved his head back onto the tree,” Emperor, you have led this Empire down the path of ruin. Your policies of mindless annexing, capturing, conquering, razing has overstretched this land. Your practices of mass army raising while the people in the east starve and barbarians ransack our homes, has led to the deterioration of everything Emperor Jiva worked for. You still tried to lie to the people, spreading myths of your greatness and ordering the erection of colossal structures to celebrate this falsity. And finally, perhaps most grievously, you are willing to sacrifice Mohenjo-daro to save yourself. Bactrasha has won, yet you lie to the people and urge them to lose their lives to save you while you make plans to retreat to Kalinga.” Everyone now looked at Doriva, who stared down at the ground as it washed over him, “In your old age Doriva, you have become an insane caricature of your previous maniacal self. For this, your reign will be ended and a new one begun.” Emperor Doriva looked up at Surya, and asked, “And how do you know all of this?” Surya now removed his handkerchief from his face, and Doriva gasped in shock,” My own son?” Doriva was now red in the face, despite his brown skin, “You…overthrow your rulers, kill the advisory, and your own brother Surya.” Doriva grimaced as he said this,” and now I bet, you will stand there and execute your own father, tied to a tree. How brave a warrior you are, son. How proud I am to have bred you.” Surya drew out his blade, and swung….cutting the ropes restricting Doriva. “Old man, draw your blade. I have a wound on my left side and my left eye is swelled shut, it should be a fair bout.” Doriva drew out his own sword, yelling as he lunged at his son. Surya swung as well, and for a period of about two seconds, the future of Mohenjo-daro hung in the balance of this joust-like final duel.

Surya’s stab struck Doriva’s heart before the Emperor could finish his slash, and as Doriva fell to the ground his sword fell out his hand, making a small cut on Surya’s right shoulder. The people knew who won almost immediately, cheering wildly as Surya hoisted his sword up in victory. The time of Emperor Doriva had ended, it was now the time of Emperor Surya.

 

[erez87]

so when's update?

 

[tossi]

tossi, I think it's pretty clear that you are NOT playing the Phoenician rebels. So I don't see why this would have any effect on me, or on the rebels.

im creating a religion. please dont distrupt me!

(realy, i just want to make it a bit realistic. there are no jews in kartyria and my current religion just is not about messiahs)

 

[Toteone]

Das must be on a vacation somewhere... perhaps deep in Siberia... he lurks, waiting for a polar bear to enter into the open area where he'll plug the bear with automatic fire before interrogating the beast for NES'ing ideas

 

[tossi]

http://forums.civfanatics.com/showpost.php?p=2921784&postcount=97

dont worry guys

 

[alex994]

das has RETURNED!!!! now the update better be soon..

 

[Grandmaster]

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition, Das the Almighty has returned! Now lets all see how the mighty and glorious armies of Gergovia turned back the invading hordes on all fronts.

 

[alex994]

aren't u avernii or something gaulic grandmaster?

 

[Capulet]

Update Wednesday, dassio.

 

[das]

So anyway.

Here I am. Send orders for tomorrow. The deadline is now forever moved to 21:00 local time, with approximate GMT correlation provided in the rules.

Update is on 27th, which is to say that I'll start in 21:00 local time in 26th, write the non-military part, sleep, wake up, write the military part.

Now to answer all your questions.

 

[alex994]

OOC: in my orders but here anyways...

To Choson
From Imperial Representative

His Highness, the Emperor Wu of the Han Empire would like the hand of your most suitable daughter, suitable as in beauty, age and intelligence, to take as his wife.

 

[das]

Still waiting for the BT.

Do wait! Its worth it, I hope.

u have a long wait

Yes, though it depends on how things go.

okay, i'm back.

Good. Speaking of which, where's stalin? I need to know if I could expect him to return any time soon.

When's update?

so when's update?

See my previous post.

NPC Me for the next 3 weeks and keep things interesting

Hard not to...

tossi, I think it's pretty clear that you are NOT playing the Phoenician rebels. So I don't see why this would have any effect on me, or on the rebels.

Oh, we'd see...

there are no jews in kartyria

Bold assumption. Phoeniceans ARE Semites, after all, and albeit most Jews migrated from Mesopatamia into Arabia (or from Mesopotamia through Phoenicea into Arabia, sometimes) ITTL, some stayed in Phoenicea and got assimilated.

Besides, during the exodus "Liguria" ("modern-day Kartyria") was often called "The Promised Land"... Actually if we get something somewhat similar to OTL Christianity eventually, or at least something like crusades, then it gets interesting to see how said Crusades would turn out in Provence...

But I digress. Back to the topic.

Das must be on a vacation somewhere... perhaps deep in Siberia... he lurks, waiting for a polar bear to enter into the open area where he'll plug the bear with automatic fire before interrogating the beast for NES'ing ideas

Siberia is too dangerous - too many penguins there. I needed to adress the Senate in Senatsk (where else?) and inspect coastal fortifications. And to meet some polar bear liason officers.

das has RETURNED!!!!

What, really?

aren't u avernii or something gaulic grandmaster?

Well, Gergovia is the capital of the Arvernii Gaul, which is what he's playing.

 

[das]

Oh, and Choson agrees, reasonably enough.

 

[Symphony D.]

To: Dvaravati, Champa
From: Funan
Funan would like to propose a military alliance between our kingdoms that would grant all three the military support of the other two if attacked by another power. Although we are all proud peoples, our armies on their own are relatively small compared to those of the great powers - but if we stand together, we present a force to be reckoned with. Do the Kings of Champa and Dvaravati agree to such an arrangement?

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Das, we do get two econ points to spend per turn, yes? Just wanted to be clear since the rules say so but I saw Azale getting docked last update.

 

[das]

we do get two econ points to spend per turn, yes?

Yes.

IC:

From: Dvaravati
To: Funan

We already are allied with the great and enlightened Emperor of Kalinga. We will agree to this alliance - but our alliance with Kalinga takes precedence.

From: Champa
To: Funan

We gladly agree!

 

[Capulet]

das, I think having the deadline tommorow makes for alot of people not getting orders in; most people only get on in the evenings in America.

 

[alex994]

most of them had more then a week to send orders capulet

 

[Capulet]

das, please answer my PM.