JalNES II: Quicker and Easier

@NWAG: The city is Ugarit. You may want to put something in your description about how it happened to become independent, despite the presence of the Hittites and Mitanni.
 
I've done that now.

Diplomacy:

From Ugarit
To remaining non-Sea People cities in area

If we ally, we can work together to reclaim land off the Sea People.

Stories:

Katuzili of Ugarit
Katuzili was a King who was particularly desirous of fullfilling the oath made by his ancestor. His ideal was that in his generation, the non-Sea Peoples in his area would be united together to begin a Great Reclamation War, and that something comparable to the old Hittite Empire could be restored for the purpose.

In character, he tended towards large amounts of drinking, and thus aquired a reputation for lacking virtue. He regretted this, but hoped that if he achieved his ambitions then people would remember him for them, instead of for his major vice.

Katzuli's primary virtue, while not a match for his primary vice, was his industriousness. He worked much harder then the typical peasant despite the fact he didn't have to. This was cancelled out somewhat however by the fact this was only when he wasn't drinking.

Mutwatalli
Mutwatalli was an important nobleman in Katzuli's court, noted for his extraordinary visionary abilities. He tended to see and speculate over many possible systems and ways of government, and saw many possible permutations of oligarchy, monarchy, and others based upon the results of various scenarios (his original inspiration was the contrast between federation, monarchy, and theocracy).

Mutwatalli, as a descendant of the King who made the fateful oath, did desire (if with less will to do so) to ensure it's fullfillment, but considered his role in the plan rather diffrent. Although Ugarit's allies were not told this, his ambition was to make them into a federation, (Mutwatalli's private opinion was that a better method was to do this by having the King abdicate in favor of one of the other two, but Katzuli's favor for him was not that great) able to fight the Sea Peoples all the stronger.

Mutwatalli also had military ideas- these were also kept inside the court, but were based around plans he would ocassionaly obsess over for the conquest of Cyprus. Under his strategic doctrine, Cyprus was the easiest stronghold to keep and hold, provided an early victory over the Sea Peoples, and a base to make Ugarit supreme in the alliance. The arguments that Ugarit supremacy was not so important and that an early victory was only desired for irrational reasons was ignored.

Mutwatalli was not flawless- for one, he had a delusion that he was a skilled general at practical affairs. This was his primary weakness at court, as while Katzuli recognised his talent he also saw straight through the delusion.
 
From Ugarit
To remaining non-Sea People cities in area

If we ally, we can work together to reclaim land off the Sea People.

Awesome. But at the moment we're more concerned with just keeping our existing land than worrying about expanding...
 
OOC: You know, I am perfectly content NOT conducting diplomacy abaddon. The fact that we are neigh-completely blockaded of course, has nothing to do with it ;)

Shush, they don't know that and know one claims it.

It's actually part of our Glorious Chinese Cultural heritage Charles ;)
 
Having now read the update in a slightly better state of mind, I'd like to add that I appreciate all the attention shown to Karanu :)
 
So I have a grand total of 1 orders, 22 hours before the deadline.

I assume y'all want the deadline pushed back another 24 hours?
 
OOC: You are aware that many of us send orders in at the last day right? The deadline is fine :p
 
Yeah, you will get orders fine don't worry.
 
2/11 orders. It's a start, I suppose.
 
Orders sent.

To: Xola
From: Guo

We have our differences but you must see if we continue to war you will be destroyed. I am willing to grant and uphold your independence if it will stop our war and allow us to co-operate. What do you say?

To: Yue
From: Guo

To the mighty Emperor of the Yue. I the Emperor of the Guo extent my most humble greetings and hope that the Two Gods rain blessing down upon you for years to come. Now that over to bussiness. I propose that we formalise trade between our nations and agree to a NAP. War between our peoples would be pointless as we are almost equals in strength and though over time you may win the cost would be horrendous. Is it not better to agree not to fight and focus on other matters? What do you say to this proposal?
 
OOC: I look like such a hypocrite, but maybe a deadline extension is necessary. A response to my PM is crucial and well... yeah... <_<
 
lurker's comment: It's so nice for Hellas to be in a dark age for the next four hundred years. Means I've not got much to do this turn.
 
lurker's comment: It's so nice for Hellas to be in a dark age for the next four hundred years. Means I've not got much to do this turn.

History doesn't necessarily have to have a 1:1 correspondence with OTL, though. :p
 
Cry to the Ages

“They came from the Seas, mighty warriors upon mightier ships of war. Only they could have challenged us upon the beautiful waves, these noble sailors…” –Sidira, Historian of Tyre

He looked at the dead man. His was that of a noble face and figure, adorned in a beautiful cloak of a fine purple hue which came over his shoulders, covered by beautiful bronze armor. By all reckoning, he was a man of status and influence amongst these most worthy foes who had resisted. Around him, were the bodies of those who had been slain fighting with what he thought were the man’s kinsmen. He remembered the battle quite vividly.

Their fleets had been converging on Zubria nearly unopposed by any significant forces. With the sea spray everywhere, the cry had gone up that there were ships ahead. As he had been at the forefront of the fleet, he had seen firsthand their fine warships. They had come in full force and standards high against them. He still saw the heroic clash of wood and metal against each other.

These men had employed every trick they possessed, from their mastery of the elemental which was fire, their unmatched speed and maneuverability, and the sturdiness of their ships. In the end, these heroes all fell against their superior numbers and weapons. Their arrows had rained upon their enemy and their enemy fell in time. Yet somehow, there was for a moment that he had thought victory had been out of their grasp. In the midst of the fighting, this single ship had a sail with a strange shape upon it. And as it came, the ships and sailors of the enemy came emboldened.

He had seen with his own eyes, enemy sailors still fighting, still killing with upward of four arrows in various parts of his body with a fanaticism he and his people had never seen before. Yet in the end, they were defeated and their ships towed. He still could see the smoke from the fire they had set upon a few heavily damaged enemy ships, laden with enemy bodies which had been set for the funeral pyre. With one last look at the noble enemy, he gestured and the opening of the sailcloth was quickly sewn closed.

“Chieftain, the High King is coming to ask you about your opinion of these new foes.”

He looked at the messenger and nodded. It would be difficult to analyze these people. They were not like any others they had met. It was said that they were shrewd and calculating merchants in peace, but fierce and loyal sailors at war. It was a mark of these men that they had died far from home defending their friends. For what are men without friends? To live without friends, is to not live at all. Hearing the steps of his King behind him, he turned and bowed.

“My King.”

“Chief Piletas, I have something I am sure you will find of interest to show you. Through an intermediary, it seems that we have captured from the enemy a wise-man of sorts. You are fluent in the languages of these people and it is our wish that you unlock the secrets of these foes.”


Behind his High King walked a very, very nervous young man clutching desperately to himself an odd looking square object. Scrutinizing the young man, he had seen why he had been the source of his High King’s curiosity. He possessed very light skin showing that he could not possibly have been either a sailor or a warrior having been away from the Sun God’s embrace. There was also the matter that the young man was skinny, very skinny, not exactly a physique for a warrior.

He spoke in the Minoan he had learned, and addressed it with the Minoan honorific towards men of wisdom. “I am Chief Piletas, who are you and what were you doing on the fleet of our enemy?”

It is always amusing to see the eyes of another widen in shock and disbelief, but this one seemed to have recovered quickly. “I am a scholar, a priest in training to the Great Melqart in His Temple in Holy Tyre sent to write and record the activities and history of the world with my own eyes.”

He understood the gist of what was said and started laughing. “My King, this man claims to be able to record the comings and goings of men upon that object he clenches so tightly.” Addressing the scholar, “You dare say you have the power to know the past and see the future by what you write? I will see for myself this power,” and he gently took the square object from the man. He opened it, and saw nothing which he could understand.

“What is this? These are nonsensical! These symbols do not look like anything”

“No! This is a record of my people’s history.”

“Your people’s history? You cannot mean to tell me you are acutely aware of affairs which occurred centuries ago?”
He repeated the conversation again for the benefit of his High King who merely nodded for him to continue.

The man, nervous no more as he embraced his passion for knowledge almost shouted. “Yes! That is what makes Phoenicia great. Knowledge, and the understanding of the past is what builds the future! Almost seven hundred seasons ago, a terrible Hurrian tyrant by the name of Te’irru thought he could conquer Phoenicia. He was stopped by the mighty walls and stalwart arms of Tyre. Talmi-Teshub built a fleet, a fleet larger than even yours to destroy our allies. But even he, as mighty as he was, was smote by the power of Melqart. You will falter as well. History has shown it.”

He translated the youth’s words to his King who merely laughed and dismissed it. “Tell the young fool that the Gods do not interfere in the affairs of us mortals. Keep him if you wish Piletas, you always have an interest in the ways of foreigners. After Zubria, you shall lead our forces against his beloved people, the Phoenicians. I shall proceed against the Land of Wheat.”

He was left to ponder. If the Phoenicians had harnessed the power of the Gods and could record the achievements of men in preserving them for eternity to see, perhaps he too could join the ranks of the Demigods…
 
Nice story!

7/10 orders. Still need them from Abaddon, Azale, and Alex. I wouldn't have done work tonight anyway, so no big loss.
 
OOC: Consider the story as penance :p
 
OOC: Did you get all the orders yet? :confused:
 
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