alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
@luckymoose, It is coming of course. you rejected my terms out of hand and didn't offer any negotiations of any sorts. That's the point of negotiations, you offer terms you think makes "sense" 
JalNES I: Quick and Easy
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Luckymoose
The World is Mine
I have sent the terms. Even though I beleive Tartessos and I have never made contact.
Luckymoose
The World is Mine
To: Rome
From: Carthage
We accept. We will pay two points in tribute for your leaving of our lands. Do not make the mistake next time.
We would also like a NAP to last for 4 turns.
From: Carthage
We accept. We will pay two points in tribute for your leaving of our lands. Do not make the mistake next time.
We would also like a NAP to last for 4 turns.
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
To Carthage
From Rome
We are happy that you have decided to accept.
From Rome
We are happy that you have decided to accept.
~Darkening~
Weep, Mother.
To Tartessos
From Briton
We suggest you take the Eirian deal. Your defeat and partition will come soon enough if you choose to fight on, and at least this way your people can remain intact under one ruler. Surely you do not wish for the destruction that will rain down upon your people if you refuse this generous offer? Do not let your arrogance cost your people their lives- surrender now and you may live to see another day. Refuse, and well, the Maarians will have some new friends in the highlands.
From Briton
We suggest you take the Eirian deal. Your defeat and partition will come soon enough if you choose to fight on, and at least this way your people can remain intact under one ruler. Surely you do not wish for the destruction that will rain down upon your people if you refuse this generous offer? Do not let your arrogance cost your people their lives- surrender now and you may live to see another day. Refuse, and well, the Maarians will have some new friends in the highlands.
jalapeno_dude
AKA Panda Judo Eel
From: Tartessos
To: Briton
We will never be ruled by foreigners.
OOC: This is my last post before I sign off to go on vacation. PLEASE send your orders in. Thanks. Bye.
To: Briton
We will never be ruled by foreigners.
OOC: This is my last post before I sign off to go on vacation. PLEASE send your orders in. Thanks. Bye.
Luckymoose
The World is Mine
Orders have been sent. Minus 3 EP thanks to Rome.
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
OOC: You know, complaining won't make anything better. At least be happy the war is over
Luckymoose
The World is Mine
alex994 said:OOC: You know, complaining won't make anything better. At least be happy the war is over
It shoulda never happened.
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
OOC: Right, and I'm sure that leaving Tartessos' diplo unanswered was on purpose 
Luckymoose
The World is Mine
alex994 said:OOC: Right, and I'm sure that leaving Tartessos' diplo unanswered was on purpose
What diplo?Yo uare a confusing person. I don't rememebr ever replying to a diplo or even thinking of invading anyone. Notice I had a clean slate until this.
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
OOC: Perhaps your lack of a public response triggered the invasion?
To Syracuse
From Rome
We have liberated your colony, perhaps we can have peace with Tartessos?
To Syracuse
From Rome
We have liberated your colony, perhaps we can have peace with Tartessos?
Luckymoose
The World is Mine
alex994 said:OOC: Perhaps your lack of a public response triggered the invasion?
To Syracuse
From Rome
We have liberated your colony, perhaps we can have peace with Tartessos?
ooc: so your saying. I was invaded due to me missing a diplo aimed at me? Thats jsut dumb,in fact thats the dumbist thing I have ever heard.
LittleBoots
The Bloody Banner
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OOC: He got three EP. I fail to see how thats dumb... Regardless, this is spam. At least put it inside something relevant. If not, that's why the Forum God invented PMs.
To Tartessos
From the Eirehann
The Romans will be a fond memory.
To Tartessos
From the Eirehann
The Romans will be a fond memory.
human-slaughter
brand new year
Novgorod: The Beginnings of an Empire
The mighty cheiftan looked over the far western village and capital of the new founded country. He had certainly heard of the stories of the terror that ran through the west as he brought his people out of savagery. But why didn't the other tribes feel the same way he did.
His soldiers stood before him looking around and adjusting their gear. The nearest villages to the west had already been emptied by the savages and the great chieftan was ready to make use of them. Two birds with one stone he thought. More land and more homes for my people and it wouldn't cost the work of so many families.
Later that day the soldiers embarked on an exploratory march to the west to claim land for the chieftan. The boys were eager and the chieftan was proud. He knew his days were numbered on this land but his nation was not. He was sure that no matter what his nation would be rembered and mayby feared for generations to come.
The women and children were anxious as well many had never ventured west of their home here in the area and many were ready to venture west to make a new life in a new village. They would tend the farms and their young boys would hunt and the daughters would learn from their mothers and the cycle would continue for generations.
The old chieftan smiled as the boys broke out into song along the westward path.
The mighty cheiftan looked over the far western village and capital of the new founded country. He had certainly heard of the stories of the terror that ran through the west as he brought his people out of savagery. But why didn't the other tribes feel the same way he did.
His soldiers stood before him looking around and adjusting their gear. The nearest villages to the west had already been emptied by the savages and the great chieftan was ready to make use of them. Two birds with one stone he thought. More land and more homes for my people and it wouldn't cost the work of so many families.
Later that day the soldiers embarked on an exploratory march to the west to claim land for the chieftan. The boys were eager and the chieftan was proud. He knew his days were numbered on this land but his nation was not. He was sure that no matter what his nation would be rembered and mayby feared for generations to come.
The women and children were anxious as well many had never ventured west of their home here in the area and many were ready to venture west to make a new life in a new village. They would tend the farms and their young boys would hunt and the daughters would learn from their mothers and the cycle would continue for generations.
The old chieftan smiled as the boys broke out into song along the westward path.
LittleBoots
The Bloody Banner
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An excerpt from chapter 3 (New Lands, New Opportunities) of On Eirehann...
Alsandair of the Blue Sea was one of the most eccentric things ever produced by the Emerald Isle. The sometimes brilliant, often mad son of a druid is well known for his incredible variety and bewildering success. The youngest person to ever successfully run for Mayor (at age 22), Alsandair's numerous oddities included suggesting that hollow poles made of iron be laid in his village to deliver water to the people (the idea was rejected as a fanciful waste of the small town's resources), his belief in a single deity (for which he was charged with heresy, but the Temple's increasing monotheistic leanings combined with his powerful oratory ability lead to the charges being dropped - see chapter 4, The Temple of Dagda, for more information about his affect on religious doctrine), and his numerous pseudo-scientific/philosophical writings (including the belief that veins, nerves, and arteries carried blood, nervous spirits, and animal spirits, respectively). However, one of his least celebrated achievements is arguably one of his most important (for more on his other achievements, the author suggests Madman and Monarch: Alsandair of the Blue Sea).
In 705 BC, Alsandair was struck with a powerful urge to explore. He had built up a sizeable fortune through public service and had, through some experiments with agriculture, made his village on of the most productive in the kingdom. He petitioned the King, who was then concerned with his new cities on the Iberian peninsula, for diplomatic status for a voyage through the Mediterranean. Believing little would come of it, the King was not terribly eager to send away one of his best minds, but Alsandair would not be dissuaded. And so the king granted Alsandair status as Ambassador of the High King and a small contigent of bodyguards.
Accordingly, Alsandair set out in 704 BC leading a small fleet commissioned entirely from his own pocket. His first stop was in Tartessos, where he saw firsthand the pro's and con's of a merchant oligarchy. He noted the freedom of their markets, writing down what worked and what he thought could use improvement. From there he sailed to the various lesser ports of Carthage before making his way to the capitol itself. He made his diplomatic embassage, as well as some connections with merchants he would reserve for later use, and moved on the Syracuse for resupply (and networking), before putting in at one of the ports servicing Rome.
Alsandair was marvelled by the Great City. He made notes on everything from Roman architecture, to literature, to social class distinctions. He met with the merchant elite, the artisans of the city, he was even granted a singular treat of a short tour of the Imperial Library itself. His experiences in Rome would influence his thinking for the rest of his life.
After making valuable connections with the merchant elite of Rome, the locals pointed him in the direction of Greece and the Spartan lands. These fierce warrior peoples also fascinated him and he documented their lifestyles and was privy to as many customs as he could talk his way into. He noted how their training was a way of life and supreme importance of the state over the individual life.
His next stop was the lands of the Sea Peoples, a vast conquering federation of tribes that nonetheless bred shrewd traders. His interest here ranked second only to Rome. He took copious notes on the history of the Sea Peoples and their conquests and traveled up and down the Levant noting the peculiar style of the buildings, among many other things.
His final stop would be perhaps his most important, for it was in Egypt that Alsandair used his diplomatic and mercantile skills to obtain an offer by the Egyptian Pharaoh to sell the new weaponry the Tartessos employed for a very reasonable price. He made a great many friends and set up trade connections that would prove very profitable for him personally.
Subsequent years would find Alsandair traveling to far away Atyrian and Byzantine ports, but these longer distances took more time to develop and Alsandair himself, while very interested in Atyrian merchant culture and wrote a number of things about them, was already heavily invested in other areas and had far less free time to spend in these nations.
Alsandair of the Blue Sea was one of the most eccentric things ever produced by the Emerald Isle. The sometimes brilliant, often mad son of a druid is well known for his incredible variety and bewildering success. The youngest person to ever successfully run for Mayor (at age 22), Alsandair's numerous oddities included suggesting that hollow poles made of iron be laid in his village to deliver water to the people (the idea was rejected as a fanciful waste of the small town's resources), his belief in a single deity (for which he was charged with heresy, but the Temple's increasing monotheistic leanings combined with his powerful oratory ability lead to the charges being dropped - see chapter 4, The Temple of Dagda, for more information about his affect on religious doctrine), and his numerous pseudo-scientific/philosophical writings (including the belief that veins, nerves, and arteries carried blood, nervous spirits, and animal spirits, respectively). However, one of his least celebrated achievements is arguably one of his most important (for more on his other achievements, the author suggests Madman and Monarch: Alsandair of the Blue Sea).
In 705 BC, Alsandair was struck with a powerful urge to explore. He had built up a sizeable fortune through public service and had, through some experiments with agriculture, made his village on of the most productive in the kingdom. He petitioned the King, who was then concerned with his new cities on the Iberian peninsula, for diplomatic status for a voyage through the Mediterranean. Believing little would come of it, the King was not terribly eager to send away one of his best minds, but Alsandair would not be dissuaded. And so the king granted Alsandair status as Ambassador of the High King and a small contigent of bodyguards.
Accordingly, Alsandair set out in 704 BC leading a small fleet commissioned entirely from his own pocket. His first stop was in Tartessos, where he saw firsthand the pro's and con's of a merchant oligarchy. He noted the freedom of their markets, writing down what worked and what he thought could use improvement. From there he sailed to the various lesser ports of Carthage before making his way to the capitol itself. He made his diplomatic embassage, as well as some connections with merchants he would reserve for later use, and moved on the Syracuse for resupply (and networking), before putting in at one of the ports servicing Rome.
Alsandair was marvelled by the Great City. He made notes on everything from Roman architecture, to literature, to social class distinctions. He met with the merchant elite, the artisans of the city, he was even granted a singular treat of a short tour of the Imperial Library itself. His experiences in Rome would influence his thinking for the rest of his life.
After making valuable connections with the merchant elite of Rome, the locals pointed him in the direction of Greece and the Spartan lands. These fierce warrior peoples also fascinated him and he documented their lifestyles and was privy to as many customs as he could talk his way into. He noted how their training was a way of life and supreme importance of the state over the individual life.
His next stop was the lands of the Sea Peoples, a vast conquering federation of tribes that nonetheless bred shrewd traders. His interest here ranked second only to Rome. He took copious notes on the history of the Sea Peoples and their conquests and traveled up and down the Levant noting the peculiar style of the buildings, among many other things.
His final stop would be perhaps his most important, for it was in Egypt that Alsandair used his diplomatic and mercantile skills to obtain an offer by the Egyptian Pharaoh to sell the new weaponry the Tartessos employed for a very reasonable price. He made a great many friends and set up trade connections that would prove very profitable for him personally.
Subsequent years would find Alsandair traveling to far away Atyrian and Byzantine ports, but these longer distances took more time to develop and Alsandair himself, while very interested in Atyrian merchant culture and wrote a number of things about them, was already heavily invested in other areas and had far less free time to spend in these nations.
Dreadnought
Deity
I take it that I can be Byzantium again?
North King
blech
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To: Sumeria
From: League
You really should stop being so paranoid.
From: League
You really should stop being so paranoid.
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