JNES: Learning to Walk
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If 1 pixel equals a mile then the enlarged map Jason put up is only 900 miles across. If we assume that one pixel is 10 miles across then the map is 9000 miles wide (about 20% larger than earth). I'd say 6000 miles is better, considering that we are only seeing the northern hemisphere (not that there anything in the south of course 
).
That puts the map your using Dreadnought at 10 miles to the pixel, making the Canal and Wall at either 10 and 20 miles, or 30 and 50 miles (if the borders of the land count). And that area has been edited to be hilly so a canal is a pretty big proposal (but not of course impossible).
(There may be a bias going here as I don't want northern raiders hijacking your good work and raiding the central sea
).
Jason feel free to blow any of my assumptions away...
).That puts the map your using Dreadnought at 10 miles to the pixel, making the Canal and Wall at either 10 and 20 miles, or 30 and 50 miles (if the borders of the land count). And that area has been edited to be hilly so a canal is a pretty big proposal (but not of course impossible).
(There may be a bias going here as I don't want northern raiders hijacking your good work and raiding the central sea
).Jason feel free to blow any of my assumptions away...
Jason The King
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Hey Im at my dorm now, I will soon read this once i get situated tonight.
alex994
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Though most do not exactly remember the details, most people do indeed know the outline of what had caused their great exodus thousands of years ago. Whatever the wisemen/shaman/scribes argued about, they all agreed on one thing. The first leader of their people was named Xu Fu who was believed to have landed on their ancient homelands on ships from the sky fleeing a tyrannical ruler who killed anyone that opposed him which had ruled a state named Qin.
Upon landing and the construction to build a city, many of the weaponry and ancient techniques rumored that had been given by the Gods vanished and forced them to a much more primitive state of being, simple hunter-gatherers and fishermen. Their way of life became different, but they never forgot they were of the same roots and they lived in peace for many, many turnings of cold. Great supplies were amassed and lost, hunting territory spoiled and recovered. Before the time of the Great One, and the preaching of the Great Dragon. There is no name for he whom preached the Dragon, but the Great one. It was he who brought the tribes together to work for their own benefits.
There were critics, notably a strange and weird man with an even stranger name. Xenophon who preached that the tribes were destined by the Gods to remain divided, so that their culture and way of life would continue to exist and not be assimilated. Any sane minded person thought he was mad, why continue on with their terrible way of life when they could have another much more comfortable and better way of life?
Xenophon was fried alive in a large pot of oil and then fed to the fishes for such heresy against the tribes. In time, the tribes became one and became a great benevolent and peaceful people. Alas, the curse of Xenophon came for Xenophon was a terrible practitioner of the dark arts and before he died, he rambled out a curse for a boy to be born 100 passing of winters from his death. The boy was born and named Zen, who would become the unraveler of the great Tribal Confederacy. He preached disorder, schism, and desired the ruin and death of all those that were good and holy.
The Great Confederacy fell due to Zen and the People of Tian fled across the ocean, marched across countless plains defending against raiders and their like until they reached what is now Tiandong. Here, the great prophet Tian saw in a vision what would be a great Capitol City and settled down. It had been the Dragon who had guided them here, the Great Dragon, the founder of the Earth who had led them here. It was he, who in time of crisis lifted a helping hand. The reverence of the Dragon started anew once more, with none of the worshipping. Zen, the great Man immersed in Demon Power who had disrupted harmony and nature, would become another word by whom people would cuss at those they think was similar.
Peace, hope, and perhaps prosperity had long returned to the People of the Sky, but they remembered one grudge. A grudge that would be remembered by their children, and their childrens children. The raiders of the Three Lakes would pay for their crimes
Upon landing and the construction to build a city, many of the weaponry and ancient techniques rumored that had been given by the Gods vanished and forced them to a much more primitive state of being, simple hunter-gatherers and fishermen. Their way of life became different, but they never forgot they were of the same roots and they lived in peace for many, many turnings of cold. Great supplies were amassed and lost, hunting territory spoiled and recovered. Before the time of the Great One, and the preaching of the Great Dragon. There is no name for he whom preached the Dragon, but the Great one. It was he who brought the tribes together to work for their own benefits.
There were critics, notably a strange and weird man with an even stranger name. Xenophon who preached that the tribes were destined by the Gods to remain divided, so that their culture and way of life would continue to exist and not be assimilated. Any sane minded person thought he was mad, why continue on with their terrible way of life when they could have another much more comfortable and better way of life?
Xenophon was fried alive in a large pot of oil and then fed to the fishes for such heresy against the tribes. In time, the tribes became one and became a great benevolent and peaceful people. Alas, the curse of Xenophon came for Xenophon was a terrible practitioner of the dark arts and before he died, he rambled out a curse for a boy to be born 100 passing of winters from his death. The boy was born and named Zen, who would become the unraveler of the great Tribal Confederacy. He preached disorder, schism, and desired the ruin and death of all those that were good and holy.
The Great Confederacy fell due to Zen and the People of Tian fled across the ocean, marched across countless plains defending against raiders and their like until they reached what is now Tiandong. Here, the great prophet Tian saw in a vision what would be a great Capitol City and settled down. It had been the Dragon who had guided them here, the Great Dragon, the founder of the Earth who had led them here. It was he, who in time of crisis lifted a helping hand. The reverence of the Dragon started anew once more, with none of the worshipping. Zen, the great Man immersed in Demon Power who had disrupted harmony and nature, would become another word by whom people would cuss at those they think was similar.
Peace, hope, and perhaps prosperity had long returned to the People of the Sky, but they remembered one grudge. A grudge that would be remembered by their children, and their childrens children. The raiders of the Three Lakes would pay for their crimes
alex994
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Xen said:
yarrr, karma is gonna kick you in the ass for saying that
I'm quite surprised you didn't notice Zen, the destroyer of the Great Tribal Confederacy and ravager of the montholic culture
I did put him in to mollify you you know 
alex994
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Xen said:Yarr, the name of Xenophon is the name of a mighty and heroic general- much worse the offense to his true name then to my false one
Was he the Minoan or Tartessian or Ravennian General?
Never the less, I'm sure we can redirect our energies to asking Jason why the Great Cities of the world are what they are
das said:
In winter, isn't Arkhangel'sk closed off by ice, while Murmansk isn't due to the Gulf Stream current? Could be a reason for stealing trade...
@ alex: Xenophon was an Athenian, he was on the Anabasis with the Ten Thousand after Cunaxa in 401-00 BC. Proved that Persia could get their a**es handed to them with even a non-Macedonian phalanx army.
Israelite9191
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Can we build projects or not, 'cause I didn't see any mention of them in the rules.
alex994
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Dachspmg said:
Never did hear of him, but then again there is a huge gap in European History from the end of the Peloppenisian War (spelling) and the rise of Macedon.
Though i did think one of Xen's General which he wrote a story on was also named Xenophon....
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White shadows flickered on the edge of his sight.
Hi! he whispered through teeth clenched in sudden fear.
He had stopped, and now stood, standing very still, and slowly turned his head. His hand slowly went to the bow at his side, and froze as he stared at the sight that greeted his eyes.
She regarded him with cold greyish blue eyes, hard as winter, tilting her head from side to side. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw one of his companions hands moving to the dagger at his belt.
Ek, he whispered softly. She will not do us harm.
I wouldnt be too sure of that, he heard one of the two mutter. Hlaj, no doubt, his stubby fingers clenching into a fist.
She regarded him for a second more, blinked once, twice, and turned to bound off into the distance. He relaxed, but at the same time took his bow from his back, notching a light, thin feather to the string. He heard his companions do likewise.
A long silence held for a moment, then he gestured them onward.
Wolves are getting bolder, Hlaj said.
Of course theyre getting bolder, he said. They get bold every winter; everything does. Even we are hard pressed for food.
Eloquently said, Rykhaern observed, smiling.
Im a hunter, not a poet, he snapped.
That, my friend, never needed to be clarified.
In any case, Hlaj said, rather louder, the wolves may soon become a threat.
To us?
Of course to us, what else did you think?
Fair enough, Rykhaern said. I think... perhaps we ought to be more careful. Take a few of the villages wolves on rangings as well as hunts. Something.
All is well, though, he said. Were nearly at the village, then we can rest, and perhaps bring the things weve seen to our good leader.
Perhaps? Of course we will.
Yes.
They topped one of the forested ridges, and through a gap in the trees that marked the trail, he had a view of the entire valley that stretched below. The sky was a cool pink to the east, but overhead, they could still see some of the stars. And also, the lights of winter, flashing, swirling, in a multitude of colors.
The village of Gypyjae lay along the lake shore, tiny, yet at the same time, the second largest in the nation, next only to Vyzkae itself. A bustling little town, it handled all the commerce and trade from the Great Lake; it had numerous wooden houses built in the familiar triangular shape, the roof sloping downwards to deflect the snows weight. In the center, of course, stood the huge stone holn of the city, a keep which was well over twenty feet high, well defended, and invincible to any common foe. A swirling band of faint color banded a black banner, the emblem of a star emblazoned on it.
And the lake itself...
A gleaming sheet of ice confronted the eyes, with only a faint hint of blackish water far off in the distance. This lake was near big enough to be an ocean (some said that at one time it had been an ocean), but it was blessedly free of the salty smell that irritated his nose whenever he went down to the ocean. It was clean, pure... and vast.
The ice on it was often a span or more thick; he knew people who rode their wolf-drawn sledges across it, though he never did. Fishing was hard work; you had to drill though feet of ice merely to lower your lure, though in truth the fish often seemed to swarm to the bait.
More impressive, though, was the snow. It was a good thing that winter made military campaigns as near impossible as they would ever be, because snow usually piled high enough to completely cover the wall, effectively forming a convenient way for someone to storm the thing... if they could get through the endless miles of massive drifts before they got to the city itself. Not an easy task by any means.
They entered the city at a nod from the gatesguard, turning through two massive wooden doors set at an angle (it was very difficult to get a battering ram to bear on the second), then turning again onto the main street of the city.
The street seemed to be carved out of the snow, sharp banks piled on either side, framing the houses there. Underneath their feet, it was packed hard as ice, though often people took plows to it; it wasnt quite slippery enough to be dangerous. Wolves ran free in the city streets (tame ones, of course), their white coats flashing near silently against the white background of the snow.
The market itself was a small affair in the winter, a few stalls set up with a roaring fire in front of them inviting customers, a vast woodpile behind them feeding the fire, and whatever wares or goods they sold stacked in small piles beside them. Not many were trading at this hour, though.
He continued on, past these, past the inviting hearth of his own house, onto that of the kings. For after all, he had much to report.
*Vyzkae spelling is entirely phonetic, but there are a few oddities that the average speaker won't run into anywhere else. Mostly pronounciations and spellings.
Key for my English translations:
I=long I, as in english "Iris"
Y=short I, as in english "did"
E=always short E, e.g. "meant"
Ee=always long E, e.g. "meat"
Ae=always long A, e.g. "way"
A=short A, e.g. "All"
O=short O, e.g. "Oh, right!"
Oo=long O, e.g. "Cool"
U=short U, e.g. "Duh"
Hl is a single sound. Basically you move your tongue and mouth into the position in order to say "L", but force air through as though you were saying "H".
J is very, very different from English J. Basically, if you say an english hard j, halfway through doing so, you'll be "jzjzjzjzj" kind of sound. That's what this one represents, a rather "soft" j, much nicer on the ears.
Hi! he whispered through teeth clenched in sudden fear.
He had stopped, and now stood, standing very still, and slowly turned his head. His hand slowly went to the bow at his side, and froze as he stared at the sight that greeted his eyes.
She regarded him with cold greyish blue eyes, hard as winter, tilting her head from side to side. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw one of his companions hands moving to the dagger at his belt.
Ek, he whispered softly. She will not do us harm.
I wouldnt be too sure of that, he heard one of the two mutter. Hlaj, no doubt, his stubby fingers clenching into a fist.
She regarded him for a second more, blinked once, twice, and turned to bound off into the distance. He relaxed, but at the same time took his bow from his back, notching a light, thin feather to the string. He heard his companions do likewise.
A long silence held for a moment, then he gestured them onward.
Wolves are getting bolder, Hlaj said.
Of course theyre getting bolder, he said. They get bold every winter; everything does. Even we are hard pressed for food.
Eloquently said, Rykhaern observed, smiling.
Im a hunter, not a poet, he snapped.
That, my friend, never needed to be clarified.
In any case, Hlaj said, rather louder, the wolves may soon become a threat.
To us?
Of course to us, what else did you think?
Fair enough, Rykhaern said. I think... perhaps we ought to be more careful. Take a few of the villages wolves on rangings as well as hunts. Something.
All is well, though, he said. Were nearly at the village, then we can rest, and perhaps bring the things weve seen to our good leader.
Perhaps? Of course we will.
Yes.
They topped one of the forested ridges, and through a gap in the trees that marked the trail, he had a view of the entire valley that stretched below. The sky was a cool pink to the east, but overhead, they could still see some of the stars. And also, the lights of winter, flashing, swirling, in a multitude of colors.
The village of Gypyjae lay along the lake shore, tiny, yet at the same time, the second largest in the nation, next only to Vyzkae itself. A bustling little town, it handled all the commerce and trade from the Great Lake; it had numerous wooden houses built in the familiar triangular shape, the roof sloping downwards to deflect the snows weight. In the center, of course, stood the huge stone holn of the city, a keep which was well over twenty feet high, well defended, and invincible to any common foe. A swirling band of faint color banded a black banner, the emblem of a star emblazoned on it.
And the lake itself...
A gleaming sheet of ice confronted the eyes, with only a faint hint of blackish water far off in the distance. This lake was near big enough to be an ocean (some said that at one time it had been an ocean), but it was blessedly free of the salty smell that irritated his nose whenever he went down to the ocean. It was clean, pure... and vast.
The ice on it was often a span or more thick; he knew people who rode their wolf-drawn sledges across it, though he never did. Fishing was hard work; you had to drill though feet of ice merely to lower your lure, though in truth the fish often seemed to swarm to the bait.
More impressive, though, was the snow. It was a good thing that winter made military campaigns as near impossible as they would ever be, because snow usually piled high enough to completely cover the wall, effectively forming a convenient way for someone to storm the thing... if they could get through the endless miles of massive drifts before they got to the city itself. Not an easy task by any means.
They entered the city at a nod from the gatesguard, turning through two massive wooden doors set at an angle (it was very difficult to get a battering ram to bear on the second), then turning again onto the main street of the city.
The street seemed to be carved out of the snow, sharp banks piled on either side, framing the houses there. Underneath their feet, it was packed hard as ice, though often people took plows to it; it wasnt quite slippery enough to be dangerous. Wolves ran free in the city streets (tame ones, of course), their white coats flashing near silently against the white background of the snow.
The market itself was a small affair in the winter, a few stalls set up with a roaring fire in front of them inviting customers, a vast woodpile behind them feeding the fire, and whatever wares or goods they sold stacked in small piles beside them. Not many were trading at this hour, though.
He continued on, past these, past the inviting hearth of his own house, onto that of the kings. For after all, he had much to report.
*Vyzkae spelling is entirely phonetic, but there are a few oddities that the average speaker won't run into anywhere else. Mostly pronounciations and spellings.
Key for my English translations:
I=long I, as in english "Iris"
Y=short I, as in english "did"
E=always short E, e.g. "meant"
Ee=always long E, e.g. "meat"
Ae=always long A, e.g. "way"
A=short A, e.g. "All"
O=short O, e.g. "Oh, right!"
Oo=long O, e.g. "Cool"
U=short U, e.g. "Duh"
Hl is a single sound. Basically you move your tongue and mouth into the position in order to say "L", but force air through as though you were saying "H".
J is very, very different from English J. Basically, if you say an english hard j, halfway through doing so, you'll be "jzjzjzjzj" kind of sound. That's what this one represents, a rather "soft" j, much nicer on the ears.
alex994 said:
nah, not me- I think a few other have included Xenophon as a passing refernce to me though- but I never include myself in my stories, at least, not by my forum name (those who know it find my name sprinked profuslly through my writing. assumign they know what it is, and what to look for
)
Israelite9191
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Not knowing who Xenophon is is the same as not knowing who Sun Tzu is! This is blasphemy! He was one of the greatest Greek generals and, in my opinion, could have easily given Sun Tzu a run for his money if they had ever met up. His tactics are still taught in military academies around the world. not knowing Xenophon is pure historical and military blashmemy, blasphemy!
In other words, try to learn something about people OTHER than the Chinese once in a while.
NOTE: All of the above is meant to be good natured.
In other words, try to learn something about people OTHER than the Chinese once in a while.
NOTE: All of the above is meant to be good natured.
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
Israelite9191 said:
Your NOTE is worthless as the content of your message is offensive. Okay, just the last sentence before the note is offensive, the rest isn't really offensive.
You presume I know nothing aside from China, and the people it's produced and there you're wrong since I probably know more Post-Roman World History then you right now. Even the greatest historian can't know everyone in history
And really, if you think about it, Xenophon didn't really have a great affect on history as to say Julius Caesar, Louis XIV, Richeliu, Washington, Wellington, Napoleon, Crassus, Pericles, Alexander and etc. In otherwords, his name isn't really a "household" name so you can't expect people with nearly no interest in that sphere of history to know who he is.
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Even *I* knew who Xenophon was. *reatreats into the darkness again*
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
North King said:
*pats head and throws a biscuit into the darkness*
Is that what you wanted?
Insane_Panda
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Story and hor d'oeuvres tomorrow!
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alex994 said:*pats head and throws a biscuit into the darkness*
Is that what you wanted?
*biscuit comes flying out again, covered in slime and lodged in the freshly torn off jawbone of a cancerous Pacific salmon*
No.
