Xerxes paced aboard his battle-throne. Everything was going so
wrong! He was at war, yes, and it felt good to lead his hordes of Macemen and long train of siege weapons deep into the heart of India. The war was even going well, all things considered. But now the very life of Persia was in danger, and this brought a flutter of fear into his immortal heart.
Centuries ago, Xerxes had laid the foundations of a wartime economy by trading his secrets to his neighbors in exchange for gold and technology:
Calendar would allow the multiple sources of Dye and Incense across Asia and Africa to be harvested and used to gladden the Persian people in the face of conflict. Aesthetics would unlock a number of awe-inspiring Wonders which would keep the masses quiet. And the gold would pay for chainmail and heavy Maces to upgrade Persia's numberless Swordsmen.
After years of buildup, Xerxes was prepared to embark on at least a limited war:
The army was small, but Asoka was backwards and would not likely remain so for long. Even modest success would be welcome as Persia continued to bring its ponderous military might to bear.
Sadly, the window of opportunity was even smaller than Xerxes had anticipated:
Someone had traded the secrets of modern warfare to India! And Asoka had split off a large stack to begin wreaking havoc on Persepolis!
Thankfully, the Indians were peace-loving fools. The troops rushed Pataliputra as diplomats descended on Delhi:
Come, Asoka, reason with me. It would be a regrettable waste. I could make you king of all of Asia, if you will but get that stack of Catapults out of my face.
This gave Xerxes time to send more Macemen and Trebuchets to the front. Caesar had, meanwhile, finally declared war- On Korea, of all people:
Caesar was Pleased with Wang Kon before. I smell China giving Rome the world in exchange for military aid. Needless to say, I joined in on the dogpile. Wang Kon's days are numbered...
By 550 A.D., the Persian army was replenished enough to face even modern opposition. Xerxes boarded his battle-throne (carried on the backs of slaves originating from everywhere from Ethiopia to central Russia) and headed off to erase the Indian stain from the map:
Again, still not superhuge, but big enough to do some damage.
The calls to Crusade sent waves of religious fervor throughout the empire. On the banks of the Nile, one man felt the touch of divinity:
He loped off to Babylon to sanctify the Confucian cult of the emperor with a shrine.
In Persepolis, meanwhile, newfound sophistication in Persian battle Music lent a frenzied ecstasy to the new war:
The new sounds heightened productivity across the empire, triggering a profitable Golden Age.
Those same sounds that drove workers on in Mecca and Moscow spelled doom for the people of Delhi:
Rocks pounded the walls and blood streamed through the streets as the drums pounded and the chants rose to the heavens.
Out west, in Odessa, those same chants were used to bless the halls of a splendid new Cathedral:
This galvanized the Persian people behind the war and behind Xerxes. The emperor smiled. There would be no widespread revolts to save Asoka from certain doom.
Delhi fell in 655 and its riches came under the control of a Persian governor:
No settled Great People, but Scotland Yard and an Academy. Not a bad haul.
As Persian men-at-arms marched east, trying to connect Chengdu to the rest of the empire, Asoka continued to stubbornly continue building Wonders. Apparently he was unaware that his petty nation was crumbling around his ears:
Not that the University of Sankore is any great shakes, but I'd rather India build it than another handful of Macemen!
Vijayanagara fell without much of a fight:
The city was devoid of anything remarkable, but, hey, it's a solid site, and it makes our empire contiguous again.
Then the unthinkable happened:
All right, so maybe it wasn't so much "unthinkable" as "utterly predictable." I mean, Asoka was friendly to Rome, Feudalism was in play, Caesar's always looking to take on a new vassal....
I started pumping out garrisons along the Russian border, and sent my troops south to crush Bangalore quickly:
The University was mine!
The somewhat battered remnants of my army continued south so as to contain Asoka in the north:
I don't know why I kept that city. Ah, well. It's not like my economy is crashable at this point...
So anyway. It's 860 A.D., we've been at war with Rome for a decent while now, and Caesar won't talk to me, despite my successes against his vassal. He also hasn't sent anything, which worries me. Either this is a fake war, or something real big is coming real soon. Considering the disparity in power graphs, I'm leaning towards the latter.
Here's a little peek at our western frontier garrisons:
A look at the empire as a whole:
And the tech situation:
On the Power Graph, Rome continues to be a big dog all his own:
So here's where we stand. The next round could well be the last round, as the Purple Plague envelops the empire in its all-consuming hunger. Or we could carry on blissfully, signing peace with Caesar after an uneventful fake war. I think it'll be somewhere in the middle. I think we're gonna lose some cities, at least in the short term. Then, after we take'em back, maybe we can win peace. I'm away from my computer right now (I'm being a bad boy, posting a round while at work!), but I'll put up the save when I get home.
I look forward to your thoughts.