LINESII- Into the Darkness

[tommy_toon]

@thlayli: Your nation reminds me of the myth of Atlantis, namely for superior technology and ocean location. The wheel, currency, and government in the stone age made me do a double take.

Here's to hoping a tsunami comes and destroys all the coastal nations and islands No offense meant to people involved in dec 2004

Story:
The child looked down at the river, than into his grandfathers eyes. "Baba, why do we worship Hutswana?"

"So that when the rain comes, he may bring us a good flood for planting season and keep our borders safe."

"How does Hutswana do all that?"

The grandfather smiled at the curiousity of youth, taking a sip of water
before answering.

"A long time ago, before there was anything else, there was Gigodi. She was alone in everything, and this saddened her. To forget her saddness, she began to create the world.

She took her skin and made the soil we walk on. She took her tears, and gave us the rain, and rivers, and oceans that we drink from. She took her breath and gave us the wind. She took her hair and gave us trees. Than she took her heart, and gave us life. What she gave went into everything she made, creating the spirits that we worship.

After she was done making the world Gigodi was still sad. She would cry and scream, bringing storms and shaking to the ground. One day a child in our village took a fish to Hutswana, asking him to calm Gigodi. Hutswana did just that, calming Gigodi and talking to her. When Hutswana returned, he told he child to dance and sing for Gigodi, that this would make her smile.

That is exactly what the child did, he danced until his legs were sore. And as Gigodi watched him, she smiled and laughed. She laughed so hard tears flowed from her eyes. And suddenly the shakings stopped and the clouds cleared, and for the first time in months the sun appeared before us.

So you see, we worship the spirits because they are part of Gigodi. We make them happy so they will make Gigodi happy, just as when Gigodi is happy she makes us happy."

"Baba, lets go dance for Gigodi right now!"

The grandfather chuckled, "Tonight Juko, tonight we will dance and sing until we have nothing left."

 

[Kal'thzar]

Agriculture
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Khemri's city and Capital of Khadon, was situated in a rich Agricultural area. Known By the peoples of Khemri as Kemet (The Black Land), due to its richness in minerals and the black soil the Khemr River deposited. The Peoples farmed in this rich soily area. The Khemr people have descended from perhaps the worlds first Grain-Grinding Culture, along with the use of early sickle blades in the Farming of such Cereals. The devolpment of such agriculutral methods led to a population boom, which nessitated a greater exploitation of the Rivers Agricultural poetential. The only way this deadly cycle was stopped was in case of Famine, Disease or War. Then the population shrank before beginning to grow again.


What trading that was done in Khemr, was Exporting excess Food to those peoples who could afford them. Such Long treks over land could only take one of the routes through the Mountain ranges to the east. Unfortunantly Bandit activity was holding this back. In the Year 24 of Our King Alexander Khemr, preperations were being made for the forceable control of these mountain regions and the creation of a series of Forts and Watchtowers to help protect the Traders. Other preperations were also being made to seize control of more of the Khemr Delta's rich Agriculural grounds. And to this end, a small Levy force of Spearmen were raised to maintain control as the Spearmen, the mainstay of the army were sent out to gain wealth and Glory for Khemri.

This encouragment of trade and the safe keeping of it was the result of two things, stemming from Khemri's taxation system. The King taxed the peoples, lightly some would say, according to their craft and produce. Thus a fisherman woud have to supply the King with fish, the Blacksmith with spearheads for the army and so on. The other form of taxation was that the nation demanded the use of labour. And to this end, every houshold must supply a person for 1 year of labour every 5 years. These people worked on canals, irrigation systems, and the Forts and Towers to be constructed in the Ridge Mountains.

The Thing was, with the huge amounts of farmable produce, the person with the greatest excess of tradable goods, was the King himself. So this persuit of a greater trading exploitation, was to be expected.


OOC: Veritas = Truth....Thlayli!


Also I notice everyone is going for the Religious centre .

I'll have a go later at that later.

 

[Finmaster]

From the Empire of the Great Mogul:
To Gerber, Kehexou, Zibon:
We wish to start trading with your noble nations, and start NAP's with all of you.

 

[Swiss Bezerker]

From: Gerber
to:Mogul

We refuse

 

[Finmaster]

OOC: how much does it cost (or does it cost at all) to increase economy?

 

[Finmaster]

From Mogul
To Gerber:
We declare war on you.

 

[erez87]

RISE OF THE ANEYANS FROM THE GREAT PLAINS

The Aneyans were always different from their neighbors. Ever since the gods created the Aneyans they seemed to always dot he opposite from the rest. While most became barbarians until not too long ago the Aneyans always set in this place. One village in the middle of a huge place that ones was a forest. The forest retreated a long time ago after many dry years and this great plains were created where ones mighty trees stood. The Aneyans didn't even left in those dry seasons.. They waited.. and the gods seemed to be with them. A few hundred years ago something to us known as glacier moved in the north, changing the course of a huge river which now flows right inside the city of Tigot. The city that is considered the first in the world.

The Aneyans were quite like the rest of the people except for one key feature. They were tall oh so very tall. The smallest ones were as high as 2 meters. This was the product of years of cultural practices in which short people, under 2 meters high, were sacrificed to the great father of the gods, One. Why? Nobody knows why, all that is known is that today it is very rare to see someone under 2 meters high. Scientifically the genes in the Aneyan people can create in 98% of the births an average man height of 2.50 meters. The left 2% are for less than 2 meters and the giants.. People who are over 3 meters. The color of the Aneyans is quite pale and bright to an extent that it is almost white. This was the feature of living their lived under roofs for hundreds of years now..

Why under roofs? The city of Tigot is the city of shadows. The sun cannot enter this city as it is built as one huge house with a huge roof made of wood and plants. Only few ever leave the city and those who do leave it (to hunt or farm for example) wear clothes that cover all of their body. Again this has a scientific explanation. A Albinism gene spread like a disease among the Aneyans causing them to create shelter from the sun. This shelters strengthened the Albinism genes into a further extent and now 99% of the Aneyan population suffers from Albinism.

And so the weird Aneyans stand in their city Tigot waiting for fate to choose their path...

OOC: More about how the city was formed later... You never said if we must be humans so I stayed human but a bit different I hope it's ok.. In a scientific view.. this is possible... thanks

 

[Silver Steak]

Yath al'Shanaal
Cities: None
Leader: Priest Viski Lasi \ Silver STEAK
Religion: Crystalism
Economy: 2- 2/0
Population: 20 000
Army: 2000 Warriors
Navy: None
Education: None
Technology: Stone Age
Confidence: Tolerating
Culture: None
Wonders:
Description: The people of Yath al'Shanaal are nomads and tent dwellers who have constantly been on the move. Now they have partially settled, and founded a religion. The High Priest guides the tribe through the Will of The Red Lady and rules them in her stead. The Yath (the tribe) are all of pale skin with green eyes and reddish hair, but the priests dye their hair raven black.

EDIT: Umm. Out of fear that Kal'thzar will eat me alive, move me to the other river over the mountain range... Thank you.

 

[Azash]

Silver, did you know Viski Lasi means "Whiskey Glass" in Finnish?

 

[Azash]

Put me here:

 

[Silver Steak]

Well, duh! Of course it is! A stoned theocracy with an alcoholic High Priest! What more can you ask for?

More to come about this later...

EDIT: Put me right at the red dot...

 

[Disenfrancised]

Seygeni drew his rendtsphati and gritted his teeth, preparing for the coming exertion. He and the other seven warriors in his band crouched behind the low wall marking the outer boundary of the settlement. The village was encircled with other groups of warriors; the vanguard of the main Gargari raiding party, they had chanced upon this village and found it almost defenseless. To take advantage of this opportunity they decided not to wait for the rest of the Gargari host, but to attack now as night was falling...

He could hear the footsteps of the Denim sentry approaching; only one man, and from the sound of his tread, almost unarmored. Turning to his second, Lackear, Seygeni held up his hand, fingers extended and counted down the moments to the attack...five...four...

...As the younger man folded his fingers one by one Lackear smiled, the great scar on the side of his face from which he drew his name creasing grotesquely. He was an old man now, and lacked the speed he once had, and his hearing was almost gone making unsuitable to lead, yet he still retained the skills that made him feared throughout the waterfronts of Gar Versey...

...Two...one...Seygeni Clenched his fist and let loose a carrying whistle.

Lackear stood and threw a heavy knife with devastating accuracy, embedding it up to its haft in the sentry's throat from a distance of 10 yards.

The other men circling the village leaped the low wall and raced towards the buildings in a low rush. A huge and muscular man clad in only the decorated breeches his people favoured burst from a hut carrying a large axe, Seygeni ducked under the mans swing and planted his heavy blade in the mans torso. Riding the giant down as he toppled, Seygeni was nearly beheaded by a younger version of the fallen man emerging from the hut after his kinsman. Seygeni's rendtsphati turned the man’s second downward stroke; lightning fast he drew one of his smaller blades and plunged it into his opponents groin.

"GRRGAH!!" the mans scream run out trough the village, bringing a smirk to faces of the Gargari warriors as they went about their bloody work with barely an exclamation.

Both its defenders slaughtered, Seygeni stepped forward into the hut. The huts fire lit up a large room by the standards of the village, filled with numerous goods and bales of cloth - obvious the prior owner had been a man of import. An attractive older woman held four young children close to her, as she stood defiant near the fire.

"Sikmek sizlar!" she screamed venomously.

Despite only knowing only a few words of the guttural northern tongue, Seygeni knew an insult when he heard it. He smiled, and his heavy blade neatly separated her head from her shoulders.

"Anne, anne" the children wailed. As he raised his blade again, to silence this irritation, he found something impeding his downward stroke. He turned seeing Lackears shpetjiphati blocking his blade. Lackear's other hand held some Denim jewelry; he'd obviously been going through the chests stack in the room.

"Idiot, don't you remember our orders? We take any children capable of keeping up, womenfolk too. What use is that?" Lackear said; indicating the corpse, "now take what you can carry and I'll deal with the children"

"Yes, your right" replied Seygeni; his blood cooling. As he turned away Lackear contemplated the children. The eldest two looked between eight and ten, possibly too old to integrate into the Gargari, but the Karkryekoj's orders were most clear. The younger two, less than four would be too young to run with the raiding party.

Lackear smiled, and took a few berries of vdekmolle from his pouch.

"Yemek!" he commanded the two younger children, "eat" in their barbarous tongue. Eying his blade they picked the small purple fruit from his hand and swallowed them. He sighed and tied the hands of the older children to a rope and dragged them from the hut, preferring them not to see the fast acting, yet painless effects of the poison on their siblings.

Seygeni followed him with a small bag of loot and let out another sharp whistle. The two score men that comprised the rest of the raiding party gathered quickly - it had been a good raid; only one man injured, plenty of loot, about twenty children and a few of the choicer women captured, and another village smashed.

Seygeni smiled a wolfish grin and turned to lead his warriors back up to the camp in the mountains.

 

[Lord_Iggy]

OOC: how much does it cost (or does it cost at all) to increase economy?

You can't directly increase it, but stories about cities and the construction of roads can do it indirectly.

 

[Lord_Iggy]

Updated map again.

 

[Silver Steak]

This is REALLY getting crowdy! Nice map, btw.

Ach, and i still haven't posted the story... I need to work on my own update, see. :apologetic:

If I'm allowed to, I will name the middle river the Wordwash.

 

[Lord_Iggy]

A note about Geography, I name a river or mountain range whatever it's called most. So if one person names it something you don't like, it's not stuck that way.

 

[Silver Steak]

Come on, people! Wordwash is a great name! Word... I need a mirror. *hint hint* <-Azash

While I'm at it, I will name the southern mountain range the Crystal Mountains. For their rich mineral deposits and crystalline rock.

Hey, do we get to write orders for the first update?

 

[erez87]

So around my city should be Aneyan Plains or the great plains

 

[Lord_Iggy]

It'll probably change into 'Wardash' or something less spelling-related.

 

[Disenfrancised]

I name the mountains my nation is in the Keran mountains