MNES: The Tides of Change
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Ok, all changes in the stats have been made, in the spreadsheet that is, no point in posting them.
The deadline is 54 hours from now and I only have two sets of orders, get them in! Follow the BT turn order structure please! Remember, this is 500 years, so be very ambitous in your goals, you may have the time to achieve them.
Edit: One small change to the BT turn order structure, but for the resource allocation section, please put a goal you have for each part that you have 5% or more in and multiple goals for each part you have 20% or more in. Thank you.
The deadline is 54 hours from now and I only have two sets of orders, get them in! Follow the BT turn order structure please! Remember, this is 500 years, so be very ambitous in your goals, you may have the time to achieve them.
Edit: One small change to the BT turn order structure, but for the resource allocation section, please put a goal you have for each part that you have 5% or more in and multiple goals for each part you have 20% or more in. Thank you.
Milarqui
Deity
Orders sent. Ignore the first message, Matt, it has the same orders but the individual allocation of resources within an area is missing.
Ninja Dude
Sorry, I wasn't listening...
Hey Matt, why does Ymo have no stats?
Massive Attack
Warlord
- Joined
- Apr 12, 2007
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- 162
Orders are submitted.
Massive Attack
Warlord
- Joined
- Apr 12, 2007
- Messages
- 162
The procession wound its way through the main street of the city. The throngs of peopled lined the edges, with some even on the tops of buildings or looking out their open windows. Many were holding flowers or large green ferns. The procession had started at the southern end of the city and was making its way north to the main temple. The temple was till a crude stone structure, raised with a square courtyard and wall. The priests stood at the top of the main staircase to the temple. Below in the courtyard other priests and attendants were corralling several cows. They would be butchered as part of the celebrations, the meat cooked by the priests and given to the peasants. This was one of the few times in the year that the normal farmers and fishers of the people would be able to eat meat.
The procession itself consisted of lines of soldiers and finely dressed servants and attendants, and three large well-adorned palanquins. The palanquins were held aloft by strong young men who took pains to make the travel as smooth as possible. The first palanquin was flat with a wooden box placed in top. This was the first ruler of Kerena. All that was left of him were some of his bones, kept in the box.
The next Palanquin held a fine clothed chair, and seated on it was a still figure, completely shrouded in white drapery. The wrapping was so thick the figure barely looked human. What was inside was not known, but the priests believe the second rule of Kerena was mostly just a skeleton.
The final Palanquin carried yet another dead body, propped up by a chair. The wrappings were more precise and delicate, and the figure was able to be adorned with the finest clothing and a crown and jewels. The head remained exposed, but it was clear it was decaying poorly. This was the third ruler of Kerena.
Finally, the last part of the procession, behind the dead rulers, the people began to shout and chant. The current ruler of Kerena, an old and frail man, walked through the street towards the temple. It was his duty, on this day, as the living ruler, to walk with his ancestors to the temple. It was also meant to give the king a sense of humility, to be among the people. The man however, was very old, and slowly and gingerly made his way. He was still in good spirits and smiled and waved to his subjects.
Back at the temple, the two head priests watched the events unfolded. As the procession entered the courtyard, the two looked at the last palanquin. One priest turned to the other, “It does not look like our work with ancestor king Amon will last very long.”
The other priest nodded, and as the live king entered the courtyard, responded, “Don’t worry, we will have another opportunity soon to improve our methods.”
The two laughed quietly.
The procession itself consisted of lines of soldiers and finely dressed servants and attendants, and three large well-adorned palanquins. The palanquins were held aloft by strong young men who took pains to make the travel as smooth as possible. The first palanquin was flat with a wooden box placed in top. This was the first ruler of Kerena. All that was left of him were some of his bones, kept in the box.
The next Palanquin held a fine clothed chair, and seated on it was a still figure, completely shrouded in white drapery. The wrapping was so thick the figure barely looked human. What was inside was not known, but the priests believe the second rule of Kerena was mostly just a skeleton.
The final Palanquin carried yet another dead body, propped up by a chair. The wrappings were more precise and delicate, and the figure was able to be adorned with the finest clothing and a crown and jewels. The head remained exposed, but it was clear it was decaying poorly. This was the third ruler of Kerena.
Finally, the last part of the procession, behind the dead rulers, the people began to shout and chant. The current ruler of Kerena, an old and frail man, walked through the street towards the temple. It was his duty, on this day, as the living ruler, to walk with his ancestors to the temple. It was also meant to give the king a sense of humility, to be among the people. The man however, was very old, and slowly and gingerly made his way. He was still in good spirits and smiled and waved to his subjects.
Back at the temple, the two head priests watched the events unfolded. As the procession entered the courtyard, the two looked at the last palanquin. One priest turned to the other, “It does not look like our work with ancestor king Amon will last very long.”
The other priest nodded, and as the live king entered the courtyard, responded, “Don’t worry, we will have another opportunity soon to improve our methods.”
The two laughed quietly.
OCC: I am not even playing and I am looking forward to the update . Keep up the good work Matt! Just thought I would drop by and give some support since you have done the same in my threads. I may join latter on when a spot I like is revealed on the map and when I have time.
. Keep up the good work Matt! Just thought I would drop by and give some support since you have done the same in my threads. I may join latter on when a spot I like is revealed on the map and when I have time.
The Raiders
Marido Perjaneg breathed heavily, pulling his heavy axe out of the chest of the fallen soldier with a sickening, sucking noise. He looked around- no one now stood who would resist his raiding party. The villagers were mostly fleeing, or on their knees begging for mercy.
While the others mopped up the remainder of the resistance, Marido began to investigate the plunder of the village. He pushed at the crude door- something resisted. With a grunt, he swung his axe down the grain of the door, shattering it. An old man with a knife lunged at him, only to meet the axes follow-through head-on. He was dead before he hit the floor. A piercing scream cut through the Srebigans ears.
In the far corner of the room, a woman and three children were huddled, mortified with fear. Marido paid them no heed, and looked around the small building. Some beadwork, a collection of metal tools and trinkets- this was a well off family. These people were both fools and liars- they did have the wealth to pay tribute to Srebigo, and they lacked the force to resist force of arms after said refusal. The warrior turned and stepped onto the fallen body, and back out into the open. A line of captured villagers was being roped together in a chain with rough hemp, and the dead lay scattered around the village, red blood sinking into the dark, lakeside soil.
Wiping his weapon against the dirt to clear off the blood, Marido called to his second in command, Veres.
Bring in the wagons- there are goods enough here to make this more than worth our time.
And the slaves?
We shall sell them in Andhigo- those that we do not wish to keep for our own.
It will be done.
Thus, over the course of a few hours, the small village was emptied of everything of value. Before sunset, a caravan of warriors and slaves dragging carts of their former possessions set out, flames consuming the structures behind them. The inky smoke rose high into the sky, dulling the yellow moonlight to a dull, bloodstained orange. All villagers living around the western shore of Lake Zreva knew exactly what the sign meant.
Let it be a lesson for all those who would doubt the martial supremacy of Srebigo.
Marido Perjaneg breathed heavily, pulling his heavy axe out of the chest of the fallen soldier with a sickening, sucking noise. He looked around- no one now stood who would resist his raiding party. The villagers were mostly fleeing, or on their knees begging for mercy.
While the others mopped up the remainder of the resistance, Marido began to investigate the plunder of the village. He pushed at the crude door- something resisted. With a grunt, he swung his axe down the grain of the door, shattering it. An old man with a knife lunged at him, only to meet the axes follow-through head-on. He was dead before he hit the floor. A piercing scream cut through the Srebigans ears.
In the far corner of the room, a woman and three children were huddled, mortified with fear. Marido paid them no heed, and looked around the small building. Some beadwork, a collection of metal tools and trinkets- this was a well off family. These people were both fools and liars- they did have the wealth to pay tribute to Srebigo, and they lacked the force to resist force of arms after said refusal. The warrior turned and stepped onto the fallen body, and back out into the open. A line of captured villagers was being roped together in a chain with rough hemp, and the dead lay scattered around the village, red blood sinking into the dark, lakeside soil.
Wiping his weapon against the dirt to clear off the blood, Marido called to his second in command, Veres.
Bring in the wagons- there are goods enough here to make this more than worth our time.
And the slaves?
We shall sell them in Andhigo- those that we do not wish to keep for our own.
It will be done.
Thus, over the course of a few hours, the small village was emptied of everything of value. Before sunset, a caravan of warriors and slaves dragging carts of their former possessions set out, flames consuming the structures behind them. The inky smoke rose high into the sky, dulling the yellow moonlight to a dull, bloodstained orange. All villagers living around the western shore of Lake Zreva knew exactly what the sign meant.
Let it be a lesson for all those who would doubt the martial supremacy of Srebigo.
Look at Kerana, its Ymo culture. Its important to note that the templates you posted are for your cultures, of which multiple nations can be formed.
8 Orders in!
@Farow, Always good to know that more people are interested, thanks.
conehead234
Braves on the Warpath
The orders are coming tonight.
Great! All orders are in! Problem is, my previously open weekend I though I had last Saturday is now full as I'm going to relatives to celebrate the 4th of July today, and tomorrow, I'm going to an amusement park for most of the day. All of which means, I won't have a significant amount of time to work on the update until monday, sorry.
Ninja Dude
Sorry, I wasn't listening...
Hey man, don't worry about it. Just have fun during the weekend. You can slave over the update later. 
Unforunately, this is not the update, as I have had a horrid time with orders as it seems that the order structure needs a overhaul and I needed to better explain the setting I had in mind for this update. So, I will be taking alot of freedom with orders. Plus, GIMP seemingly hates me.
Expect the update sometime tomorrow, or at worst, Wednesday.
Milarqui
Deity
Damn. Well, it's only 24 more hours. Try Paint.NET.
Meh, its really that no one sent orders that can be use for 500 year span and for the Mid Bronze Age. Most also didn't set goals for their spending section, never mind for 20% allocation or for the change that I posted 17 posts ago. Also, most orders were extremely short, some under 25 words minus stats and Domestic Economy, Exploration tags etc.. Thats not enough to do for 10 years, nevermind 500, which is why I said that I'll will be taking a lot of freedom with orders.
Most of you wanted army sizes of 50% or more of your max support, which is 10,000 plus regulars, which would ruin any country with about 100,000 to 250,000 population that the cradle currently has. Now, 10,000 could easily achieved by levies and various garrison soldiers that are always around, but those don't show up on the stats, being cancelled at the end of each turn, and thus I though that this would cause complaints and confusion.
This is all of course my fault for not clarifying the setting and order structure, and therefore I would feel extremely guilty to ask everyone to resend after I explain the setting better and overhaul the orders structure. So I didn't. This is of course always an option, but for now, I'm starting from scratch, learning from the 4 hours of bad work I did earlier today, and will hopefully get something of quality accomplished tomorrow.
Sorry for my complaining.
Most of you wanted army sizes of 50% or more of your max support, which is 10,000 plus regulars, which would ruin any country with about 100,000 to 250,000 population that the cradle currently has. Now, 10,000 could easily achieved by levies and various garrison soldiers that are always around, but those don't show up on the stats, being cancelled at the end of each turn, and thus I though that this would cause complaints and confusion.
This is all of course my fault for not clarifying the setting and order structure, and therefore I would feel extremely guilty to ask everyone to resend after I explain the setting better and overhaul the orders structure. So I didn't. This is of course always an option, but for now, I'm starting from scratch, learning from the 4 hours of bad work I did earlier today, and will hopefully get something of quality accomplished tomorrow.
Sorry for my complaining.
