LINESII- Into the Darkness
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Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
It's all up to Iggy, I'm sure.
Does capturing cities give an economic bonus?
Does capturing cities give an economic bonus?
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
It should give a slap down to those who suffer occupation, at least.
Finmaster
The White Ghost
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Yeah, it should have at least some effect. But once again it's up to Iggy.
IC:
The creation of religion..
"What are you doing, sir?" asked Subar, Akbar's close friend and advisor who was quite a financial genious.
"Meditating", responded Mogul Akbar.
"Wh.. what is that?" asked Subar. He had seen his master do the craziest things, but this was something new. He was just sitting there, with his feets crossed, on a blanket. All of Akbar's predecessors had enjoyed all the luxuries of life, from alcohol and opium to using their harem. But Mogul Akbar wasn't like them. He did enjoy the pleasures of harem, though, but only occasionally. He liked spending time on his own. He was a good leader who treated his people like a loving father treats his children, but Subar thought he also was a bit.. well, weird.
"Subar. Do you believe that gods are within us?" Akbar asked.
"What are you talking about?"
Akbar opened his eyes and stood up. He seemed quite enthusiastic.
"A few days ago we went for a tiger hunt with my noble friends. And there, from the deepest jungle, a man jumped out. A strange man he was, indeed. He told me that he had been a rich landowner near Delhi, but had found that.. gods were inside of him and.. well this is a bit tricky, I don't understand it all.. but you see, Subar, he showed me a way to find those.. inner gods.."
Dear Kryshel, thought Subar who was a mathematician and a financial genious and did not care for this bullfeathers. The man has gone completely insane!
"This is called meditation and.. it makes me so relaxed and.. like I'm part of something greater. Like I am WITH the gods, like I am part of the union they form.. this is.. this has to be taught to the people, Subar! This just has to!"
"Sire, I am a financial advisor, I don't know about these things.."
"Then, Subar, find a way to make money out of this spiritualism!"
"Sire, if that is what you want, then that is what I shall try. We will start promoting this new.. religion or.. whatever this should be called.. we will make it so that it will support the Caste System of our society. And we will make it so that this religion is also going to benefit the state."
"Coolies. Now let the people learn the truth within them!"
***
A few words about my project, the Mogulian Parthenon: the idea is that through meditation, men can find inner peace with several gods who look after them - and who together form one, greater divinity. This religion is to also support the Caste System established in Mogulia. It is very close to the first versions of Hinduism, when it wasn't as institutionalized as it later turned out to be. More about this in my orders.
I'll think of a name for this religion later, once the project gets to a closure in a few turns.
IC:
The creation of religion..
"What are you doing, sir?" asked Subar, Akbar's close friend and advisor who was quite a financial genious.
"Meditating", responded Mogul Akbar.
"Wh.. what is that?" asked Subar. He had seen his master do the craziest things, but this was something new. He was just sitting there, with his feets crossed, on a blanket. All of Akbar's predecessors had enjoyed all the luxuries of life, from alcohol and opium to using their harem. But Mogul Akbar wasn't like them. He did enjoy the pleasures of harem, though, but only occasionally. He liked spending time on his own. He was a good leader who treated his people like a loving father treats his children, but Subar thought he also was a bit.. well, weird.
"Subar. Do you believe that gods are within us?" Akbar asked.
"What are you talking about?"
Akbar opened his eyes and stood up. He seemed quite enthusiastic.
"A few days ago we went for a tiger hunt with my noble friends. And there, from the deepest jungle, a man jumped out. A strange man he was, indeed. He told me that he had been a rich landowner near Delhi, but had found that.. gods were inside of him and.. well this is a bit tricky, I don't understand it all.. but you see, Subar, he showed me a way to find those.. inner gods.."
Dear Kryshel, thought Subar who was a mathematician and a financial genious and did not care for this bullfeathers. The man has gone completely insane!
"This is called meditation and.. it makes me so relaxed and.. like I'm part of something greater. Like I am WITH the gods, like I am part of the union they form.. this is.. this has to be taught to the people, Subar! This just has to!"
"Sire, I am a financial advisor, I don't know about these things.."
"Then, Subar, find a way to make money out of this spiritualism!"
"Sire, if that is what you want, then that is what I shall try. We will start promoting this new.. religion or.. whatever this should be called.. we will make it so that it will support the Caste System of our society. And we will make it so that this religion is also going to benefit the state."
"Coolies. Now let the people learn the truth within them!"
***
A few words about my project, the Mogulian Parthenon: the idea is that through meditation, men can find inner peace with several gods who look after them - and who together form one, greater divinity. This religion is to also support the Caste System established in Mogulia. It is very close to the first versions of Hinduism, when it wasn't as institutionalized as it later turned out to be. More about this in my orders.
I'll think of a name for this religion later, once the project gets to a closure in a few turns.
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
The Yath had always been the Church, and the Church was the government. This was a fact that pleased Viski Lasi. It pleased his as well as a drink of cool spirits on a warm sunny day. It pleased him as much as the wonderful clouds in the sky who looked like all sorts of animals. Especially after a divination ceremony when the trance-inducing leaves were still giving him an airy head.
Viski Lasi had just finished raising the offering stone to the dead spirit he had contacted. The darn thing was heavy enough to crush a man with its sheer weight. In fact, he had accidentally rolled it over his foot, and invented a few new curses in the process. He normally did not do this menial tasks, but it had been a while since he had raised a stone himself, and the thought fancied him at the time. He regretted it now: he was simply not fit anymore to lift or push heavy weights.
As he wiped the sweat from his brow, Viski took a good look around. How the stones had multiplied! He was literally standing in a veritable forest of rocks in all sizes and shapes. Most were are large as a crouched man, others were slimmer and taller. Some were even hewn and decorated, but these were almost exclusively grave markers. Viski remembered a horrifying incident (the last time he had rolled the offering stone himself - he ought to stop doing that.) when he had toppled one of them and uncovered a buried skull beneath. He hastily raised the stone again, and as far as he knew, noone knew. It was tricky to roll the stones into place with so many others standing in the way.
Back in the old days, when the yath were still a nomadic people, they used the rocks they found nearby. Now, the seasonal migration has developed to permanent settlements, and stones are beginning to grow together in great clusters outside the Priests' houses. Here in the great Stonegards of Ruby, the stones were being transported in from the Crystal Ridge mountains to the south. It had developed into a trade of its own with stone merchants and masons both supplying and hewing offering and marker stones for the capital.
Viski Lasi sighed. He was tired of the whole affair. But he couldn't order the offerings to cease. Something had to be done instead of lugging rocks from the mountains. This called for something grand. An eternal monument of stone, in the honor of the dead and The Red Lady. He thought, as he wandered back among the standing stones, of what might become a plan, and later, reality.
Viski Lasi had just finished raising the offering stone to the dead spirit he had contacted. The darn thing was heavy enough to crush a man with its sheer weight. In fact, he had accidentally rolled it over his foot, and invented a few new curses in the process. He normally did not do this menial tasks, but it had been a while since he had raised a stone himself, and the thought fancied him at the time. He regretted it now: he was simply not fit anymore to lift or push heavy weights.
As he wiped the sweat from his brow, Viski took a good look around. How the stones had multiplied! He was literally standing in a veritable forest of rocks in all sizes and shapes. Most were are large as a crouched man, others were slimmer and taller. Some were even hewn and decorated, but these were almost exclusively grave markers. Viski remembered a horrifying incident (the last time he had rolled the offering stone himself - he ought to stop doing that.) when he had toppled one of them and uncovered a buried skull beneath. He hastily raised the stone again, and as far as he knew, noone knew. It was tricky to roll the stones into place with so many others standing in the way.
Back in the old days, when the yath were still a nomadic people, they used the rocks they found nearby. Now, the seasonal migration has developed to permanent settlements, and stones are beginning to grow together in great clusters outside the Priests' houses. Here in the great Stonegards of Ruby, the stones were being transported in from the Crystal Ridge mountains to the south. It had developed into a trade of its own with stone merchants and masons both supplying and hewing offering and marker stones for the capital.
Viski Lasi sighed. He was tired of the whole affair. But he couldn't order the offerings to cease. Something had to be done instead of lugging rocks from the mountains. This called for something grand. An eternal monument of stone, in the honor of the dead and The Red Lady. He thought, as he wandered back among the standing stones, of what might become a plan, and later, reality.
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
@Kal: You wanted to talk with me? Why don't you send me a PM?
jalapeno_dude
AKA Panda Judo Eel
Orders sent for the next two updates. I will be away until the 11th, but you guys won't be sending me any diplo, so it shouldn't matter. Even though I'm gone, the crusade will continue!
I'll try to write another story this week to make up for the lack of one next week.
I'll try to write another story this week to make up for the lack of one next week.
About as passable as my school's chili.
Passable, but very cold and snowy. I'll have you know that the cradle doesn't have any jungles as we think of them. The closest it gets is coastal rainforests like British Columbia and the Alaskan panhandle's coastal forests. Sorry if not everyone knows those places. They're the only ones I can think of.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Thanks, Iggy!
Any word on how capturing cities should affect/not affect economy?
Any word on how capturing cities should affect/not affect economy?
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
Possibly the brigands who lurk in Crystal Ridge? Well, the remains anyway. 
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
*gasp* Iggy! You're closing on 3000 posts! :envy:
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
True. And I just realized das is nearing 10k!!!!!
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