conehead234
Braves on the Warpath
My population didn't go up, is that because I have to build more cities.
LINESII- Into the Darkness
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Kentharu
Zebra Commander
Kalmar should have some Masra people in it
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
Whoa, look at the list of complaints! I don't really envy you, Iggy. 
das
Regeneration In Process
I'll do some reserach first, but I am considering taking Gerber. When is the next update again?
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
I actually hope he is. Can we have a talk on MSN real quick, Kal? Where is Ken?
OOC: I'm going to do a province map soon, I have 16 Cities, and I forget which names corrospond to which city :s
Kiso was visited, and the last of the new Cities King Ptolmey had built was visited. Finally the Royal Family settled down more or less for good in Khadon. However Prince Agathocles felt stifiled, all he learned was How to build a nation up. He yearned for stories from his Grandfather, Alexander. he was old, and had retired to Khi, the old capital.
So he prepared for a trip, telling his father that he would be taking some priests to act as advisors and some guards, and in good Khemr tradition, visit land, not just the new cities.
His father agreed with him, gave him messages for the goveners of various cities, and some for some friends of his, that had remained at the centre of old power in Khi.
And he turned back to work, attempting to organise and increase Khadons ability to serve as a provider of Grains to the rest of the world. He had last reported a break-through getting trade treaties with Davar and The Citidal, other than that, he soon forgot the absence of his son.
Agathocles quickly contacted the messenger service, and reported that these messages had to go to these goveners. He did not see why his father tried to control his movements like this. He had taught him his ways, and he could see through his manipulations. He sighed, and began trip north to Khi.
That is not to say He didn't see the rest of Khemri, he just didn't want to be as visable as his father would try and make him. First stop was Alexandria, which for a holy city had suprisingly good Brothels. That was not the reason he went of course, he was courting the current High Priests Daughter, in an attempt to solidify his position for his eventual ascension to the throne. And he also visited Khaso, but that was simply to get some information of these northern Barbarians he had heard about.
Finally however he reached Khi. Most of the Old "high society" had gravitated to Khi, with the loss of Khadon, Alexandria and Said, it is only recently that some have moved back to Khadon, thus many of the philsophers, thinkers etc are to be found in Khi. The first person he talked to was not Alexander, but a man named Lenard Quirm. Funny thing this, his ancestor had designed the tridents, but he had managed to raise a son....the men were similar, as Lenard was probably just as eccentric as his ancestor. Things did not change much with history, well not much, the massive amount of money given to Quirm for the tridents had let him conduct an experiment on his sons, which seemed to have been passed down through the years.
Education from the age of 3 onwards has rather strange results. Lenard had never known other children, all he had known was the rustle of Papyrus and the dry rattle of his father, or other deep thinkers. By the Age of 5 he had learned all the languages of the CRA nations, as well as that of the Kehx. By 7 he had mastered all the ones from the Nurmafer to Vertis. By age 10 he had learned many of the religions of Tellus, and had found them all lacking in some way. This had alerted many a Priest, but when they sought to seek his understanding, they always came away with more questions than they arrived with. By 15 he had absorbed all the assorted philosophies of the continent.
In short, he was a freak. He spent his days in discursion, debate and argument. Not to mention writing a half-dozen books; establishing theories, demolishing others, and even demolishing his own theories and the proponants he had gathered. Erratic is a word that cannot be used too lightly.
Agathocles was here to talk about the incredible manouvrability of horses, and any way of combating them, save getting horses of his own.
It took Agathocles 10 minutes to realise that he'd been to general in his question. Several of the ideas Lenard came out with proposed flight, like a bird. Or some kite like contraption. It took Agathocles a further 20 minutes to get a word in to further direct Lenard to things that moved on the ground.
Another mistake, Lenard immediatly launched into a theory he had about animals. He proposed that Agathocles should breed smaller and faster Ramids, until they reached a speed that satsfied him.
Agathocles Decided to make his farewell here, Lenard would not be able to help him here. On his way out he could not help but notice a large pair of Wings.
He made his way to the House of Kaos, former seat of power of the Khemri Kings. Alexander had befriended Kaos, and had managed to gain residence there.
He found Kaos and Alexander chatting about wars, or rather, Alexander telling war stories, and Kaos listening. Agathocles Slowed down. THIS was the sort of education he wanted, Glory, Honour, and the chance to crush his enemies.
Unfortunatly his education had halted as soon as Alexander had retired to Khi.
"Grandfather!"
Alexander jumped, turned around, smileing; "Hows the Royal Prince?"
"The Prince is Fine," Agathocles replied, sniffing regally. Then broke down laughing.
"Ahh I see Ptolmey hasn't turned you into a complete clone of himself yet, their may still be hope for Khemri yet,"
"You heard the latest of the Lengels? They completly overran Nkondi, and Mauogot. Those horse's are an amazing asset to their forces."
"I have indeed my child, although I won't be much use helping you with them, I dealt with Infantry, not these Horsemen. That is not to say that I won't have any insights, just that I wouldn't trust myself to fight them and win,"
"I talked to Lenard, he had no contraptions that could help, thats not to say he didn't suggest anything, just that they don't help,"
Alexander chuckled; Looking at Kaos, "He rebuilt one of those Vertis War-towers, from what I could tell him of the designs. I don't think he got it completly right, as Vertis didn't have half a dozen ballistas and catapults built into it, still he destroyed a good proportion of his land testing the silly thing out,"
Kaos replied with a wry grin; "At least it wasn't another fire belching contraption,"
Agathocles looked puzzeled; "What fire belching contraption?"
Alexander replied "Its of no use to you, yes it burnt everysingle one of targets down, but it then blew up and started half a dozen fires amoung the houses, he has been ordered since to test things out in the country,"
It was Agathocles turn to chuckle.
Things turned to more minor matters such as other minor exploits of Lenard, Wether the local priests had been active in the debating circles of Khi, or were still stumbling over the appropriate responses to give Lenard. There had been News of the creation of a Theatre, Dramas to be played revolved around the late war. From the sounds of it, Things sounded Hoplessly glorified, but it kept the populance amused. Lastly there were two philosophies being bandied about, Stoicism and Epicureanism, both had accumelated something of a cult following in Khi.
Kiso was visited, and the last of the new Cities King Ptolmey had built was visited. Finally the Royal Family settled down more or less for good in Khadon. However Prince Agathocles felt stifiled, all he learned was How to build a nation up. He yearned for stories from his Grandfather, Alexander. he was old, and had retired to Khi, the old capital.
So he prepared for a trip, telling his father that he would be taking some priests to act as advisors and some guards, and in good Khemr tradition, visit land, not just the new cities.
His father agreed with him, gave him messages for the goveners of various cities, and some for some friends of his, that had remained at the centre of old power in Khi.
And he turned back to work, attempting to organise and increase Khadons ability to serve as a provider of Grains to the rest of the world. He had last reported a break-through getting trade treaties with Davar and The Citidal, other than that, he soon forgot the absence of his son.
Agathocles quickly contacted the messenger service, and reported that these messages had to go to these goveners. He did not see why his father tried to control his movements like this. He had taught him his ways, and he could see through his manipulations. He sighed, and began trip north to Khi.
That is not to say He didn't see the rest of Khemri, he just didn't want to be as visable as his father would try and make him. First stop was Alexandria, which for a holy city had suprisingly good Brothels. That was not the reason he went of course, he was courting the current High Priests Daughter, in an attempt to solidify his position for his eventual ascension to the throne. And he also visited Khaso, but that was simply to get some information of these northern Barbarians he had heard about.
Finally however he reached Khi. Most of the Old "high society" had gravitated to Khi, with the loss of Khadon, Alexandria and Said, it is only recently that some have moved back to Khadon, thus many of the philsophers, thinkers etc are to be found in Khi. The first person he talked to was not Alexander, but a man named Lenard Quirm. Funny thing this, his ancestor had designed the tridents, but he had managed to raise a son....the men were similar, as Lenard was probably just as eccentric as his ancestor. Things did not change much with history, well not much, the massive amount of money given to Quirm for the tridents had let him conduct an experiment on his sons, which seemed to have been passed down through the years.
Education from the age of 3 onwards has rather strange results. Lenard had never known other children, all he had known was the rustle of Papyrus and the dry rattle of his father, or other deep thinkers. By the Age of 5 he had learned all the languages of the CRA nations, as well as that of the Kehx. By 7 he had mastered all the ones from the Nurmafer to Vertis. By age 10 he had learned many of the religions of Tellus, and had found them all lacking in some way. This had alerted many a Priest, but when they sought to seek his understanding, they always came away with more questions than they arrived with. By 15 he had absorbed all the assorted philosophies of the continent.
In short, he was a freak. He spent his days in discursion, debate and argument. Not to mention writing a half-dozen books; establishing theories, demolishing others, and even demolishing his own theories and the proponants he had gathered. Erratic is a word that cannot be used too lightly.
Agathocles was here to talk about the incredible manouvrability of horses, and any way of combating them, save getting horses of his own.
It took Agathocles 10 minutes to realise that he'd been to general in his question. Several of the ideas Lenard came out with proposed flight, like a bird. Or some kite like contraption. It took Agathocles a further 20 minutes to get a word in to further direct Lenard to things that moved on the ground.
Another mistake, Lenard immediatly launched into a theory he had about animals. He proposed that Agathocles should breed smaller and faster Ramids, until they reached a speed that satsfied him.
Agathocles Decided to make his farewell here, Lenard would not be able to help him here. On his way out he could not help but notice a large pair of Wings.
He made his way to the House of Kaos, former seat of power of the Khemri Kings. Alexander had befriended Kaos, and had managed to gain residence there.
He found Kaos and Alexander chatting about wars, or rather, Alexander telling war stories, and Kaos listening. Agathocles Slowed down. THIS was the sort of education he wanted, Glory, Honour, and the chance to crush his enemies.
Unfortunatly his education had halted as soon as Alexander had retired to Khi.
"Grandfather!"
Alexander jumped, turned around, smileing; "Hows the Royal Prince?"
"The Prince is Fine," Agathocles replied, sniffing regally. Then broke down laughing.
"Ahh I see Ptolmey hasn't turned you into a complete clone of himself yet, their may still be hope for Khemri yet,"
"You heard the latest of the Lengels? They completly overran Nkondi, and Mauogot. Those horse's are an amazing asset to their forces."
"I have indeed my child, although I won't be much use helping you with them, I dealt with Infantry, not these Horsemen. That is not to say that I won't have any insights, just that I wouldn't trust myself to fight them and win,"
"I talked to Lenard, he had no contraptions that could help, thats not to say he didn't suggest anything, just that they don't help,"
Alexander chuckled; Looking at Kaos, "He rebuilt one of those Vertis War-towers, from what I could tell him of the designs. I don't think he got it completly right, as Vertis didn't have half a dozen ballistas and catapults built into it, still he destroyed a good proportion of his land testing the silly thing out,"
Kaos replied with a wry grin; "At least it wasn't another fire belching contraption,"
Agathocles looked puzzeled; "What fire belching contraption?"
Alexander replied "Its of no use to you, yes it burnt everysingle one of targets down, but it then blew up and started half a dozen fires amoung the houses, he has been ordered since to test things out in the country,"
It was Agathocles turn to chuckle.
Things turned to more minor matters such as other minor exploits of Lenard, Wether the local priests had been active in the debating circles of Khi, or were still stumbling over the appropriate responses to give Lenard. There had been News of the creation of a Theatre, Dramas to be played revolved around the late war. From the sounds of it, Things sounded Hoplessly glorified, but it kept the populance amused. Lastly there were two philosophies being bandied about, Stoicism and Epicureanism, both had accumelated something of a cult following in Khi.
das
Regeneration In Process
Yes, its final. I'm taking Gerber. If/when SwissBerzerker comes back, we can have a jolly civil war on the background of the civilized world being trampled by the Lengels. 
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
Great! Welcome aboard the S.S. CRA, das. 
Refuges from the northern lands flooded into Tristaria, Gerber, Davar, Shalamari and Gorin, mostly from Nkondi, as Maugot now served their new masters with blind reverance. And these refuges all spoke of one thing: Lengels. The Southern nations already knew of the monumental defeat of the two northern nations by the Lengel war machine already. They knew, and they feared.
Yet the people of the Southern nations did not know the details. And these refuges brought bloodly details. With fearful whispers, as if the Lengels would show up with the mere mention of their name, the refuges told stories of men who could fire an arrow over 900 feet, with their deadly recursive bows. Who could hit targets so far away that they could barely see the enemy that killed them. Of a warrior culture so intense that they defeated the barbarian like Amazonians with ease.
But, those were not the worst stories. The stories of the Lengel power and strength were well known. It was the stories of what the Lengels did to those that resisted that made the entire populace of the Southern countries grow fearful. Many refuges had survived what happened to Nkondian towns that refused the Lengels, whether by luck, or by the fact that Lengel's wished to spread fear, it is not known. What is known, however, is that the Lengels were truly brutal.
When a town refused, the Lengels responded extremely quickly. With ease, these barbarians from the north would quickly kill the men, beheading many of them and putting their heads on spikes as a warning. Then, they would rape the women of the town for hours and hours until they were broken. And then, if the Lengels were truly angry, they would raze the city to the ground.
Even then, the stories grow worse. The surviving refuges (many of them women, although some of them men who had run) then told of how the Lengels would use the behead skulls of their enemies as their cups, and drink their blood. The fear of the Lengels spread.
The stories of them changed from the extremely strong barbarian horde, to the deadly and evil undefeatable demons. Rumors changed along the grapevine, and eventually, the Lengels were the most feared name upon the continent. A saying was coined for suicidal attempts, "Like fighting a Lengel.", and people began to view these Lengels as men who could kill and conquer so easily that it was done almost as an afterthought.
They became demons in the eyes of the South, of the civilized lands. And when the armies of the South met the Lengel War-host in battle, the civilized armies would remember the stories they've heard. They'd remember the tales of the enemy shourded in darkness. An endless horde that would drink from a soldiers skull. Barbaric warriors that would rape and burn everything they loved.
And the armies of the Civilized world knew fear.
Conception of a Lengel Horsemen
Yet the people of the Southern nations did not know the details. And these refuges brought bloodly details. With fearful whispers, as if the Lengels would show up with the mere mention of their name, the refuges told stories of men who could fire an arrow over 900 feet, with their deadly recursive bows. Who could hit targets so far away that they could barely see the enemy that killed them. Of a warrior culture so intense that they defeated the barbarian like Amazonians with ease.
But, those were not the worst stories. The stories of the Lengel power and strength were well known. It was the stories of what the Lengels did to those that resisted that made the entire populace of the Southern countries grow fearful. Many refuges had survived what happened to Nkondian towns that refused the Lengels, whether by luck, or by the fact that Lengel's wished to spread fear, it is not known. What is known, however, is that the Lengels were truly brutal.
When a town refused, the Lengels responded extremely quickly. With ease, these barbarians from the north would quickly kill the men, beheading many of them and putting their heads on spikes as a warning. Then, they would rape the women of the town for hours and hours until they were broken. And then, if the Lengels were truly angry, they would raze the city to the ground.
Even then, the stories grow worse. The surviving refuges (many of them women, although some of them men who had run) then told of how the Lengels would use the behead skulls of their enemies as their cups, and drink their blood. The fear of the Lengels spread.
The stories of them changed from the extremely strong barbarian horde, to the deadly and evil undefeatable demons. Rumors changed along the grapevine, and eventually, the Lengels were the most feared name upon the continent. A saying was coined for suicidal attempts, "Like fighting a Lengel.", and people began to view these Lengels as men who could kill and conquer so easily that it was done almost as an afterthought.
They became demons in the eyes of the South, of the civilized lands. And when the armies of the South met the Lengel War-host in battle, the civilized armies would remember the stories they've heard. They'd remember the tales of the enemy shourded in darkness. An endless horde that would drink from a soldiers skull. Barbaric warriors that would rape and burn everything they loved.
And the armies of the Civilized world knew fear.
Conception of a Lengel Horsemen
das
Regeneration In Process
As Nkondi is (well, was until recently) OUR ally, shouldn't at least some of them be fleeing to us?
Disenfrancised
Beep Beep
lurker's comment: do the Lengels have stirrups? Just looking at contempts picture - you guys are in some much crap if they do 
Disenfrancised said:lurker's comment: do the Lengels have stirrups? Just looking at contempts picture - you guys are in some much crap if they do
Not yet, I just used that picture cause its mad cool. Its anachronistic cause I don't have iron or stirups or anything like that, but it does inspire fear. So just assume it doesn't, and appreaciate.
das
Regeneration In Process
Instead of a Prologue.
---
Religious Footnote: The people of Gerber are, for the most part, quite homogenous, religiously anyway. Aside from a small and decreasing Brahmanist Mogul minority, most of the Gerberians are followers of Oratheism, that is to say, the worship of oral folklore, passed from generation to generation, that speaks of old heroes and mythical creatures, and also, in the Pentagon of Gods that are known simply as Life, Death, Earth, Air and Fire. Though this Pentagon seems complex, it is, in fact, not all that important, except to the priesthood. It is the first component of the religion, oral folklore, that matters much more, for though the Gerbers were late to develop any sort of written documents, their oral tradition had always flourished.
The second, or higher, or "Pentagonal" part of Oratheism is much like many other religions. But the first part is different, for in its realm there can be neither orthodoxy nor heresy, nor is it bound in any way, for it is not written on dead paper, but lives on with the living people. And as all living things, it breathes, eats, drinks, reacts to outer influences, reproduces and has a certain seventh sense that allows it to feel the supernatural events that are not immediately obvious.
The higher and the lower parts of Oratheism do interact. Gods appear in the folktales; and great heroes are often honoured by the priests, and in modern day are even written about - killed, but at the same time preserved for posterity. Thus there is a certain dualism in this religion - high and low, priest and taler (as those who memorize and carry on the folktales are called), city and village, death and life, order and chaos all interact and mix, and out of this comes out Oratheism, and without any of the portions it would have been doomed, and the great harmony of this religion would have been lost.
Yet this harmony is not achieved without side-effects, for it was a legend adopted by some priests from the folktales that created the first Oratheist heresy. How ever minor and brief it was, this heresy was often seen to be the sign of things to come. This was, after all, the first crack in the unity of Oratheism - and after the first one, new might come, until the mightiest mountain is overcome by the persistant waves.
There could be no controversy in this - the heresy was definitely a bad thing, for disunity and rivalry is always bad. But one must also remember, that no matter what was officially declared and despite all the reputations, it was the truth. The highest priests did know that it was the truth. But it still was a heresy, no matter how truthful, so it needed to be banned, all the priests that joined it had to be stoned to death and what few works they managed to write on the issues - burned to the last scroll.
One of these scrolls, the untitled one written by Dragar-Priest, was comparatively brief and to the point, and the most truthful of all. It was perhaps also the most dangerous.
---
The Scroll (the Prologue itself):
"1. Life, Death, Earth, Air and Fire govern all the men, even the king and his advisors, and the highest of priests.
2. But they do not govern gods, for all the gods are equal.
3. Though equal, they are not the same.
4. All gods are different, have different powers and different duties.
5. The five gods that govern all the men are the most powerful and have the widest-ranging duties.
6. But there are also gods who rule separate nations.
7. These gods are unknown to men and not worshiped, for they demand not worship, but obedience.
8. They govern the minds of rulers that they themselves choose, and the minds of their descendants as well.
9. Their duties rarely coincide with the five gods that govern all the men.
10. When they do coincide, the five gods that govern all the men have priority, for they can kill rulers, destroy armies and raze cities.
11. Yet most of the time, they do not touch the rulers, for they have many other men to govern.
12. Thus the gods that govern the minds of rulers are unchallenged at that, and only challenged at what they force their rulers to do.
13. Some rulers are left without the governance of gods.
14. But they still are governed by the five gods that govern all the men, and thus not trully free.
15. And without divine governance, their nations weaken and crumble.
16. The god that governed the Cecilid kings of our land Gerber went away at times, as now.
17. And thus we are forced to stagnate, weaken and fall behind our neighbours.
18. But relief has come, for another god came who did not govern the minds of rulers in this world before.
19. That god searched far and wide for ungoverned nations.
20. He seeked not to create new nations from the dust, for he disliked barbarian ways.
21. But most civilized lands either had strange laws that brought him disgust, either were already governed by gods.
22. And so he stumbled upon our land Gerber.
23. That god has come to us, but it is not the Cecilids that he governs.
24. For the god that used to govern the Cecilids might yet return, and gods try to avoid conflicts with each other.
25. Instead, he governs the great advisor of the Thirty-Second Cecil-King, Toghol-Advisor.
26. It is Toghol who is the true ruler of our land Gerber now.
27. And in due time, he shall become king.
28. And we all must obey and assist him.
29. For it will give our land Gerber divine guidance.
30. And with that guidance, it could at last catch up with the other divinely-guided nations."
---
At times, it has been suspected by the highest priests that the gods that govern the minds of rulers can govern lesser men as well, and the god that came to govern Toghol was the true author of that scroll, not Dragar-Priest. Regardless, when Cecil-Prince tried to lead a conspiracy to displace Toghol-Advisor, the highest priests rallied to support the great advisor, betraying the conspiracy to him. But then again, it was perhaps because Toghol-Advisor was an old ally of the highest priests, while Cecil-Prince the Greedy often lusted for the wealth of their temples, and cried for their gold even as he was being stoned at the main square.
---
Religious Footnote: The people of Gerber are, for the most part, quite homogenous, religiously anyway. Aside from a small and decreasing Brahmanist Mogul minority, most of the Gerberians are followers of Oratheism, that is to say, the worship of oral folklore, passed from generation to generation, that speaks of old heroes and mythical creatures, and also, in the Pentagon of Gods that are known simply as Life, Death, Earth, Air and Fire. Though this Pentagon seems complex, it is, in fact, not all that important, except to the priesthood. It is the first component of the religion, oral folklore, that matters much more, for though the Gerbers were late to develop any sort of written documents, their oral tradition had always flourished.
The second, or higher, or "Pentagonal" part of Oratheism is much like many other religions. But the first part is different, for in its realm there can be neither orthodoxy nor heresy, nor is it bound in any way, for it is not written on dead paper, but lives on with the living people. And as all living things, it breathes, eats, drinks, reacts to outer influences, reproduces and has a certain seventh sense that allows it to feel the supernatural events that are not immediately obvious.
The higher and the lower parts of Oratheism do interact. Gods appear in the folktales; and great heroes are often honoured by the priests, and in modern day are even written about - killed, but at the same time preserved for posterity. Thus there is a certain dualism in this religion - high and low, priest and taler (as those who memorize and carry on the folktales are called), city and village, death and life, order and chaos all interact and mix, and out of this comes out Oratheism, and without any of the portions it would have been doomed, and the great harmony of this religion would have been lost.
Yet this harmony is not achieved without side-effects, for it was a legend adopted by some priests from the folktales that created the first Oratheist heresy. How ever minor and brief it was, this heresy was often seen to be the sign of things to come. This was, after all, the first crack in the unity of Oratheism - and after the first one, new might come, until the mightiest mountain is overcome by the persistant waves.
There could be no controversy in this - the heresy was definitely a bad thing, for disunity and rivalry is always bad. But one must also remember, that no matter what was officially declared and despite all the reputations, it was the truth. The highest priests did know that it was the truth. But it still was a heresy, no matter how truthful, so it needed to be banned, all the priests that joined it had to be stoned to death and what few works they managed to write on the issues - burned to the last scroll.
One of these scrolls, the untitled one written by Dragar-Priest, was comparatively brief and to the point, and the most truthful of all. It was perhaps also the most dangerous.
---
The Scroll (the Prologue itself):
"1. Life, Death, Earth, Air and Fire govern all the men, even the king and his advisors, and the highest of priests.
2. But they do not govern gods, for all the gods are equal.
3. Though equal, they are not the same.
4. All gods are different, have different powers and different duties.
5. The five gods that govern all the men are the most powerful and have the widest-ranging duties.
6. But there are also gods who rule separate nations.
7. These gods are unknown to men and not worshiped, for they demand not worship, but obedience.
8. They govern the minds of rulers that they themselves choose, and the minds of their descendants as well.
9. Their duties rarely coincide with the five gods that govern all the men.
10. When they do coincide, the five gods that govern all the men have priority, for they can kill rulers, destroy armies and raze cities.
11. Yet most of the time, they do not touch the rulers, for they have many other men to govern.
12. Thus the gods that govern the minds of rulers are unchallenged at that, and only challenged at what they force their rulers to do.
13. Some rulers are left without the governance of gods.
14. But they still are governed by the five gods that govern all the men, and thus not trully free.
15. And without divine governance, their nations weaken and crumble.
16. The god that governed the Cecilid kings of our land Gerber went away at times, as now.
17. And thus we are forced to stagnate, weaken and fall behind our neighbours.
18. But relief has come, for another god came who did not govern the minds of rulers in this world before.
19. That god searched far and wide for ungoverned nations.
20. He seeked not to create new nations from the dust, for he disliked barbarian ways.
21. But most civilized lands either had strange laws that brought him disgust, either were already governed by gods.
22. And so he stumbled upon our land Gerber.
23. That god has come to us, but it is not the Cecilids that he governs.
24. For the god that used to govern the Cecilids might yet return, and gods try to avoid conflicts with each other.
25. Instead, he governs the great advisor of the Thirty-Second Cecil-King, Toghol-Advisor.
26. It is Toghol who is the true ruler of our land Gerber now.
27. And in due time, he shall become king.
28. And we all must obey and assist him.
29. For it will give our land Gerber divine guidance.
30. And with that guidance, it could at last catch up with the other divinely-guided nations."
---
At times, it has been suspected by the highest priests that the gods that govern the minds of rulers can govern lesser men as well, and the god that came to govern Toghol was the true author of that scroll, not Dragar-Priest. Regardless, when Cecil-Prince tried to lead a conspiracy to displace Toghol-Advisor, the highest priests rallied to support the great advisor, betraying the conspiracy to him. But then again, it was perhaps because Toghol-Advisor was an old ally of the highest priests, while Cecil-Prince the Greedy often lusted for the wealth of their temples, and cried for their gold even as he was being stoned at the main square.
Swissempire
Poet Jester
Iggy, I don't think you finished updated my stats yet, because my troop number, population, project progress, culture are wrong. If its easier, i can post a list of what neeeds to be fixed.
das
Regeneration In Process
Liggy, clean your PM box please!
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