Master of the Hunt Warband

I was thinking of the realism part too.

The other character will simply write the history as such in Historians Mound, not decide in decision-making.

If we can make the realism approach to location happen, I will wholeheartedly support it and back it.
 
We work like a newspaper sort of, and a warband, so I assign each a story to cover, where you were the hero handling the meeting:

The Discovery of the Spanish and Hatshepsut


Keyword: Spanish archers raided and slaughtered barbarian village south of Arete . She is Creative and Spiritual.

Timus, the Protector (Methos)

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The Discovery of the Yassan People and how the Triad learnt about Yassan Seeds and Agriculture

Got Agriculture tech


Civius the Steward, (Lord Civius)


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The Discovery of the Babylonians and Lincoln


Bowman, Charismatic and Philosophical

Blastoid the Geographer, (Blastoidstalker)

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The Discovery of the Sahashunas People and how the Triad learnt about Sahashunas ways to tame pigs, dogs and horses

Got Animal Husbandry tech.

Gaiyut, the Tracker (Kwarriorpoet)

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The Discovery of the Northern Range and the Golden Hills

Prochon, Master of the Hunt (Provolution)
 

The Discovery of the Northern Range and the Golden Hills


1. Fields of Arete (Farewell)
2. Jungle Hill (Revelation of Virgin Rocks)
3. Northern Foothills (Hard climb, lost a few men to forces of nature)
4. Northern Range (Realization of defensible border and grim desert on other side)
5. Dark Forest (Met Spanish and discovered Yassans and agriculture)
6. Fields (The Yassan women tagging along the Warband for a while)
7 Paradise Hills (Gold, Elephant and Rice)
8 Golden Plains (Met Babylonians and discovered animal husbandry)
9. Barren Hills (Voting on which member from the warband to send home to tell the tale)


I will write the diary later.
 
Civius volunteered to return to "Arete" as the Warbands messenger, taking with him the story on how we met Spain and the tribals that gave us the knowledge of agriculture:

Lord Civius said:
I would like to be the first to return it will fit the story well as to why I did not lead the the negotiations in the second goody hut years later. Here is the transcript of what i have so far:

"Gaiyut the Tracker has returned with news of a Dark Forest up ahead Sir." Prochon glanced at the young warrior, not much more than a boy, and nodded. After a few moments when he did not remove himself from the Masters Presence Prochon nodded again as to say go on. " There are also tracks Sir, human ones...."
"Warband, gather from amongst your ranks 1000 of the most fierce warriors, for tonight we shall see just how bloodthirsty you are". As the warriors were being assembled I, Civius the Steward , approached the Masters tent and asked if I might join him for a drink. The Master nodded and his gaurd split their ranks. Two old friends locked arms in the Warlords tradition and then the master spoke. "To what do I owe your company Brother?" I looked him in the eyes and with concern and determination I spoke. "Are we backward barbarians like the Spanish whom we've met this very year Sir? Pillaging, raping and slaughtering are not the way of the warrior.....sir" The Master arose, clenching his fist in anger at the blatant insult to his authority. I did not give him a chance to retort, I went on. "Let me approach the tribe with a small band of warriors? If they are a peaceful people I will demand a tribute for their protection from Hatshepsut the Barbarian. If it turns out they too are barbaric then I shall be the first to crush them with my mighty club." Prochon relaxed his fists as he seemed to look through me. A hint of pleasure could be seen in his eyes. Then he nodded and said I had until nightfall for then he would unleash his warriors on the savages.
As I was rushing to gather my things I heard a familiar voice approaching my tent. As I glanced at the entrance it was none other than Timus the Protecter. I arose to greet him but he raised his hand to stop me. "I shall join you to meet the Tree People, Masters orders. Though I'm sure you do not have a problem with it." I smiled, we locked arms in the warriors tradition and then had a stiff drink before setting out.

It is not yet complete, but we need to work this together somehow with the other tales.
 
In order to do my pieces, the map and the diary piece I need some better screenies. The turn 15 screenies did not post properly in the chat thread. My gameplaying computer is in the shop right now, so i can not open the save myself. can someone else open it and post some good screens with reosurces turned on.

Also Prochon, on what turn did we meet lincoln and his band, what type of unit was it and where were they. this will help with the details.
 
We met Lincoln and his band by turn 14 or so. We had a Warrior, they had a Bowman (Babylonian special unit).
 
provo, can you get the screens? That is the main problem I have in moving this forward at this point.
 

The Discovery of the Spanish and Hatshepsut


Keyword: Spanish archers raided and slaughtered barbarian village south of Arete . She is Creative and Spiritual.

Timus, the Protector (Methos)

Civius volunteered to return to "Arete" as the Warbands messenger, taking with him the story on how we met Spain and the tribals that gave us the knowledge of agriculture:

I am only to record our meeting with the Yassans and gaining the Ag tech. Timus is too record our meeting the Spanish earlier in the year. It is one of the reasons Prochon chose Timus to accompany me in meeting the Yassans. So should I finish the story and let the others build around it or should we write the stories chronologically?
 
Please go ahead and write what you thought. The idea with these narratives is to build up a more interesting and consistent gameworld for roleplay, subgames etc, as well as attract new players.

One good way to tie these stories (Yours and Timus together) is that it was sort of a major power emissaries compete to gain influence over a minor tribe, like in an intelligence war. You and Timus could have visited the Yassans together, met the Spanish scouts there, and won the support of Yassans ahead of the Spanish, gaining us agriculture, that would be a good way to handle it.
 
Map, carved on soapstone with crude sharp instriments.
 

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Perfect Blastoid, cant wait to put this into a proper narrative :)
 
Warband leader Prochon, I am now working on my piece of the oral history.
 
Prochon, where was the hut when we popped it? Were there AI units nearby? FYI, I had envisioned Gaiyut as a weathered Native Indian Tracker type. I'm not sure if the "young warrior, nut much more than a boy" referrence was toward Gaiyut or another temp in the warband. For consistency of the story line, I'd like some clarification. Were the golden plains 2 tiles east of where the warband is on the hill in the barren hills screenshot?
 
/ooc Through investigation of the chat log, I deduced that Lincoln was met on turn 13, goody hut (Sahushunas village) popped on turn 14, and hut was at 8N6W of Arete (nice name for ancient founding city)

The Discovery of the Sahashunas People and how the Triad learnt about Sahashunas ways to tame pigs, dogs and horses

My name is Gaiyut, the Tracker, and I am a scout for the Warband lead by Prochon, the hunt master. Prochon has set orders for me to run out ahead every morning to scout the advance for the warband. The warriors are strong and fierce, but they are too large of a group and would be seen by others long before our warriors would understand what they were walking into. I am fast, a great runner and tracker, the result of my native haritage in these lands.

The following is my account of the Sahashunas people, and how they agreed to join our people, and teach us the mysteries of Animal Husbandry, the knowledge of raising Animals to work with us, to fead us, and to clothe us.


On the 13th week of our journey since leaving Arete, the world was just beginning to wake, and already I had ranged a couple leagues ahead of the warband, which had camped to the East on the plains near the river, that runs through the "Paradis hills", as Prochon and others in our Warband had taken to calling the region to the East. The Paradise Hills region is a wonder to behold. I must tell you that they will take your breath away my people! From the moment we set foot there, we felt it. It is truly a wondrous place of many natural wonders. There is one hill with chunks of a shiny yellow stone that is cold to the touch, yet will nearly glow with fire when the first rays of the sun hit it in the morning. At the Eastern edge, there are enormous beasts with large white bones jutting from their mouths and huge arms hanging off their faces and thick hides that could turn away a spear. Watching the sunrise from the hills many proud ridges is almost enough to make one want to leave the sea behind and settle here. That story is for another to tell perhaps, but the place is too gorgeous not to mention.

That morning, as I ran toward the west through a seamingly endless sea of grass, using the long stride of my people, I didn't feel the sea of grasses pass beneath me. More so, I felt the simple flow of time and the cool morning air and the refreshing dampness on my legs from the low hanging dew. It had been a great morning for running, and I could see for ever in the never ending grasses.

The grassy sea began to thin somewhat, and I saw rocky hills and sandy soil approaching me, and the ground was becoming harder, and more gritty. The air began to smell much drier with the promise of heat and long hours running without water. Here, I saw a village built near a small creek that ran off toward the east (/ooc Creaks are not to be thought of as a "river" is in game terms).

I stopped my stride and crouched in the grasses, easing a stone into my sling, and loosening my flint spear in case the villagers proved to be hostile. Through the tall blades of grass, I saw some famers rising out of their wood frame huts that were covered in animal skins. Not far from the village was a large area, where the grass had been beaten down or roughly cut, and there was some kind of wood structure, bearly knee high and built by lashing tree limbs and brush together. My curiosity was peaked!

"What could be inside such an area?" I had wondered.

Thoughts of the previous week, when we our Warband had encountered a strange people, who called themselves the 'Babylonians', and carried strange weapons that could reach you from the edge of sight, brought my hackles up, and I hastily scanned the nearby hills for signs of these strange people. Seeing none, I cautiously approached the village.

When I was a hundred spans from the edge of the enclosed area, I got a glimps of some small animals that lived in a small hut and made this strange clucking noise as they pecked at seeds on the ground. To the right, I saw some boar sleeping near a mud pit, and now, I spotted a few other four-legged furry animals with small horns on their heads that made this strange rattling sound. I was wrapped in wonder. I've hunted animals my whole life, so it wasn't the animals themselves that gave me pause, it was that they weren't running away from me. My hackles began to rise. Surely, this was not the work of natural men!

As I began to back away, a wolf-like animal ran up toward me, barking and snarling! I raised my spear to defend myself, but it didn't attack, it stayed its ground and barked and howled. Then it dawned on me! This creature was guarding this area. I didn't know what to make of it, it was nearly too much. Then I heard a young boys voice yell out, 'Paka! Paka! Cam qik Paka! Sook!' I turned to the noise with one eye on the wolf thing snarling at me. A large burly man stood up from where he had been doing something with one of the furry horned animals and began to approach me, raising a hand to the boy. The boy stood his ground about 200 spans from me and split his gaze between me and the large man, who was apparently his father.

'Who are you?' He bellowed. The wolf thing ignored the big man, and kept focusing on me. I dared not make a sudden movement. Things were beginning to become clearer to me. This man somehow controlled all of the animals within my range of sight. At the time, I thought this man was truly magnificent.

'My name is Gaiyut!' I told him. Putting down my sling and slowly stepping away from the wolf thing, I held out my hands palms up, hoping that my movements would appear to be peaceful. 'I mean you no harm. I am an explorer far away from home. Your animals made me curious. I've never seen such a thing!'

The big man crossed his arms and looked at me like I had two heads. 'What you mean? Aint you never seen a dog, chickens, pigs, and goats before?'

I hastily tried to remember what he was telling me...this sounded very important. 'Seen them yes (I lied) but not in such a way as to be under the control of people...unafraid of people.'

'Are you a Savage? I'll have Hindy tear you into scraps for the hogs if ye are!'

'No! Please, no! I am a scout from a large settlement far to the South East. I wager we know a great deal from which your people would be greatly served.'

'My People? 'We...' as he struggled with the word, are the Sahashunas, people of the Grass Sea.'

'Hindy back off, it's alright!' And the wolf thing, dog, calmed down, whimpered, and sniffed my feat with a toung hanging out of its mouth and strolled easily back to the 'pens' as the man had called them.

'Thank you! Could we talk somewhere inside, I would very much like to see if there is a way both our people can help each other.'

'Name's Majaal, and I'll take you to our clan hall and let the elders decide.'

At the Clan Hall, I met with 4 men, and we interrogated eachother for hours over what life was like out here on the Grassy Sea, about things I had seen while exploring, about my people, about the wonders to be found in the waters near Arete, and about how we had mastered farming and the wheel. Stories about The Wheel and about Fishing brought me the same slack jawed look I had no doubt had when discussing what they called Animal Husbandry. Soon, we were all laughing and back slapping about old stories, and it became apparent that our people shared common ancestry.

The Sahashunas also agreed with our supicions toward the Babylonians.
When I mentioned that I was actually scouting ahead for a Warband, the elders took no time at all in announcing that they'd gladly join our people at Arete in exchange for an escort and the chance to keep their animals out of the hands of Savages, wild animals, and the Babylonians.

The Sahashunas are a simple people that share ancient ancestry with our people, and who also hold knowledge that is new to us. With the news of this discovery, I ran like a deer and the world fell into a blurr, as I headed back toward the Warband. Prochon agreed without hesitation to lend 50 warriors to escort the Sahashunas to Arete.

Our people are truly blessed with good fortune to now have two villages, who have joined our people, bringing new knowledge to us.

Long live our People!
~Gaiyut, the Tracker
 
Blastoid, Methos and Lordcivius, I still need your narratives from your parts of the story. Next we will vote for who should return with the map and the story.
The person returning to Arete will be given a new assignment, as our next scout.
 
I am a bit swamped now with writting grade reports for the students I teach. They are do tommorow After that I should be able to take the time to do it.
 
Sorry I have been working on the economic system with every spare moment I have. I think I will take a break from it and let the RP progress. Seems we are putting alot of ideas together but I don't see much participation. I will finish my story today after work.
 
Prochon, I'm not sure if the "young warrior, nut much more than a boy" referrence was toward Gaiyut or another temp in the warband. For consistency of the story line, I'd like some clarification.

Sorry for the confusion but the boy was another temp in the warband bringing news to the master.
 
About the economy system proposal, as I have learned from these demogames, is that to never take anything for granted. People will only respond and participate if the system already works. When we agreed on a proposal, and we have 3-5 active backers, we propose it for a poll, which gives the system much needed legitimacy, and then we simply begin to play it. Since we have a very very small economy right now, 5-10 people is more than enough to make it work.
 
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