King of Anshan
aprrentice Worlddominator
Readers warning: This story contains cannibalism, excessive violence and other child unfriendly things. Reading is entirely on your own risk. 
Rhye’s of Civilization Expanded v1.23
Victory through:
• World domination (100%,100%)
• Culture (50 000,500 000)
• Space Race
• Wonder
Difficulty: Sid
Civ: Carthage
Random generated map;
- Huge
- Archipelago, 60% water
- Arid, Cool, 3 Billion
- Roaming barbarians
Hannibal the Cannibal
Chapter 1
"I swear so soon as age will permit...I will use fire and steel to arrest the destiny of Rome."
Chapter 1 : drips of blood
Shall I introduce myself? My name is Baal, Hanni Baal, and I am a Cannibaal. Some call we Hannibal, other Baal. Some say I am human and other divine. Long ago me and thirty others were shown the secret of Immortality. The secret, I will now reveal to you , is blood. Human blood to be precise. We, the thirty-one “bloodsuckers”, used our new found immortality to take the ruler ship of nomadic tribes wandering the globe. I called mines the Carthaginians and I learned them how to farm and such. The Others did so with their tribes as well. I know now everything is “peaceful”, but times will change. The Others don’t realize it but with enough blood, Omnipotence waits. And I will get it!
After I spotted a nice place, with a lot of vineyards close-by, I ordered my people to say goodbye to their sedentary life and to say hello to civilization. Carthage was founded in 4000 B.C. I ordered my people to train a selected few into warriors. I also took three of the most wisest and skilful women and men from their ranks and gave them some of my immortality, keeping them as my immortal advisors and pets. Immortality can be lonely.
Five hundred cycles of the sun later I met one of the Others again. It was Shaka, a men who looked like he was burned toast. He had also settled his people down. The Zulu, as they were called, were much brighter than the Carthaginians. Of brains than, not of skin, they looked like toast as well. They already knew how to write and much more.
Hundred years later Monetzuma and his Aztecs were found, they were just some miles east of Carthage. I bargained with Monti and fooled him to give mysticism and 20 gold for the simple thing of making clay pots. Monti was really pissed when he found out it was nothing more than throwing mud into fire! And some none aligned humans killed a warrior party.
By 3250 my people had mined a vineyard, despite all my advisors saying we need more food, not more rocks. And more barbarians killed the other warrior party. Carthage now had a military of 0 soldiers.
Luckily my people finally figured out how to write fifty years later. They also doubled the workforce. I immediately ordered them to build up an army again, worthy of Carthage. Food, ehh slaves don’t fall from the sky you know.
With two warrior parties out again the Carthaginians started to build a food storage, a granary.
By 2650 Abu Bakr and his Arabs were found hanging around in a dusty town called Medina. His people were also more advanced than mine. Shortly there-after the Incans from Pachachuti came in. He didn’t like me and I didn’t like him, but he always was really good buddies with Monti and Big Smoke. I used to prefer the company of Caesar and Alex.
By 2150 B.C. Hiawatha and I met again. We drunk a cup of blood and filled each other with tales from the past two millennia. Apparently Hiawatha had took control of a people called the Iroquois and had thought them some . We agreed to exchange some knowledge but I really had the feeling Hi was screwing me somehow. Hi left a bit cautious, seeing the look on my face.
A hundred years later that bloody Big Smoke, who now called himself Smoke Jaguar was seen with a party of food/settlers. I ignored him mostly. My people also came up with books full of stupid stories. I said them it was very good and that they should continue. They are just like little children, say it’s good, no matter the quality. When they left I threw it in the fire place. Literature, yuck. I said to my people that they should collect all their stories in a Great Library and that they could use the granary for it. If all stories were there I wouldn’t have to read them.
Also a guy catalogued the Nations according to happiness. He described Carthage as hopeless. Well that’s from the wine, I guess.
By 1775 another of the less desirable persons announced himself at my door. It was Henry and he came with Portuguese wine, claiming it was far better than Carthaginian wine. He left angry with his wine all over his pants.
In 1550 Honest Abe was met, leader of the Americans. I saw his people had “literature” too, so I went to the others and sold them it. This way the Carthaginians learned how to work bronze and how to build wheels. I also saw Shaka was interested in selling two bands of his workers. I licked my lips, but poorly I had nothing to buy them with.
In 1475 B.C. my people finished their big library. I had said that all other nations had small libraries so why a big one, but apparently the cultural and scientific advisors said Bigger is Better. The military and the domestic advisor came in. She immediately stated that we needed more cities and he stated we needed more soldiers. I immediately saw the solution build a lot of soldiers and take someone else’s cities. I ordered a barrack to be build in Carthage and after that they should train a lot of Numidians. Also the science advisor shouted from the other side of the palace he had found out philosophy. I shouted back : “Okay” And he shouted in return he went off to sell it.
After some internal discussion I said my people shouldn’t train Numidians but build a temple to me! The temple of Baal. Also the warrior party spotted some big bad ass beasts they called Elephants. It was love at first side. I absolutely wanted one of those.
Big Smoke really pissed me of when he his people to founded a city and took the elephants for their own. I almost declared war immediately, but found the patience to wait until the city was more grown and I had more Numidians.
Fortunately a sub-specie of the elephants also lived south of Carthage in a cold forest near the tundra. I bet they can easily beat up Big Smoke’s Elies. Also my Carthaginians finished a temple dedicated to me. Now they could start to train Numidians to teach Big Smoke a lesson. The temple possessed a table for my diners, suppers, lunches and etcetera. I called it a table but the people called it a sacrificial altar. They would be build by the priests of the temple in all cities, doubling the power I would get from the food.
Around the same time I heard of another guy writing a book, this time about big, bigger and biggest nations. As Carthage was a city-state it was not surprising is was not number one. Less pleasing was the fact that it was not on the list at all, while even the so-called “forgotten” Incans were. Perhaps the guy lived in a cave and never came out, otherwise he would have heard of my city.
Some years later Henry demanded 51 gold. I happily turned it over with a revenge note attached to it. Monti soon followed, this time it was philosophy.
By 850 the republic was invented. I thought it was funny and gave it a shot. I told some noble families they were in charge now. They set up a government and a senate ruled by the Suffete. This way trivial things like Jurisdiction and law enforcement would be done by them instead of me. Buty they would do nothing without my permission. I also traded some knowledge with Monti. I received two slave bands. I promised not to harm them, but I had my fingers crossed. They were lovely and the wine too. The culture almost doubled in Carthage thanks to this feast.
With four divisions of Numidians it was time to teach Big Smoke a lesson.
By 690 I demanded Big Smoke should give up Tikal but he refused. Ah well, have it his way.
Big Smoke summoned some mighty elephant archers but the thick-hides were no match for the thicker shields of the Numidians, despite the loss of one division. This victory initiated the Carthaginian golden age. Tikal and Big Smokes elephants were now mine, in your face Big Smoke!
Despite his bravura Big Smoke quickly yielded his treasury for peace. Now it was Monti’s turn to feel the Numidian blades.
With the discovery of Currency the people were dragged into the Medieval era . Not much later the discovery of feudalism allowed Carthage to build an espionage agency.
In 490 Foreign Advisor delivered my letter to Monti. The letter stated Monti was a guinea-pig and he would be kicked out of his palace by my Numidians.
After fending off two waves of primitive jaguar warriors, the Numidians killed an archer band and kicked Monti out of his hole in the ground with a label “palace” above. The city started to produce my food/workers.
While the Numidians moved out to finish Monti of they met some Byzantine warriors of Theodora. Theodora was perhaps beautiful, but she also was a true malevolent . I didn’t trust her. Around the same time Pachu came knocking at my door for feudalism. I threw the door in his face. He shouted with a bleeding nose: “That’s war, Hannibal!”
I continued my meal of delicious Aztec slaves, rising the culture of Tenochtitlan again. I also bought Byzantine workers as lunch during my visit in Tikal. One division of Numidians was sacrificed to take the port of Teotihuacan and its horses. Monti fled to an uninhabited part of the world but I found him nonetheless. I told him peace was his for all his possessions save his new city. It was really a shame that I was now running low on Aztecs, they tasted excellent when baked with onions and spices.
Also Mao the Food-waster send my his greetings together with a group of food that I was not allowed to eat. They were Chinese and came to settle the region in the icy south. The Byzantines tasted great by the way, I could feel the energy coming.
In 330 B.C. most of Teotihuacan’s population was eaten. Raw. It was too cold to light a fire. Also my elephant archers approached Ollantayambo in the south. They disabled one band of archers right away and got killed by clubmen somewhat later. So far the big elephants in war.
Twenty years later Carthage finished its espionage centre. I now ordered the Suffetes to order the people to train elephants. I also said to the few remaining Aztecs in Teotihuacan to build a couple of galleys.
The Golden Age ended in 270 B.C, Domestic advisor stated. Despite that the elephants kicked out the Inca warriors screwing near the capital.
Twenty years later the maritime Carthaginians set sail from Teotihuacan with First Squadron, to boldly go where no Carthaginian had gone before.
They found some iron in the tundra south, and I always thought the Ocean was way closer. The island they spotted would be nice to have as a keep, but settler parties were way to expensive. The same year the not one but two divisions of elephants were send to Ollan and Abe came demanding money. He claimed it was for peace...
The Incans repelled my invasion poorly, I was growing hungry. It was enough I yelled to Military Advisor: “Send forth all legions!”
By 130 B. Ollan was captured and Pachu convinced himself 9 gp was a small price for avoiding further incursions. It also turned out the Southern Tundra was still larger than expected.
The science advisors came in with some more useless reports about a lack of funds. I told him to take a seat. “You know, I have already consumed roughly a quarter of a million (50.000 a worker band) people. Do you have any idea how many I need for omnipotence?” “No, sir, I don’t know, I’m just an upgraded algorithm” “A what?” “An algorithm is something... Ah, it doesn’t matter. By the way sir, how are you able to eat hundred thousand humans in on day?” “You are the Science advisor, you tell me.”
Rhye’s of Civilization Expanded v1.23
Victory through:
• World domination (100%,100%)
• Culture (50 000,500 000)
• Space Race
• Wonder
Difficulty: Sid
Civ: Carthage
Random generated map;
- Huge
- Archipelago, 60% water
- Arid, Cool, 3 Billion
- Roaming barbarians
Hannibal the Cannibal
Chapter 1
Spoiler :
"I swear so soon as age will permit...I will use fire and steel to arrest the destiny of Rome."
Chapter 1 : drips of blood
Shall I introduce myself? My name is Baal, Hanni Baal, and I am a Cannibaal. Some call we Hannibal, other Baal. Some say I am human and other divine. Long ago me and thirty others were shown the secret of Immortality. The secret, I will now reveal to you , is blood. Human blood to be precise. We, the thirty-one “bloodsuckers”, used our new found immortality to take the ruler ship of nomadic tribes wandering the globe. I called mines the Carthaginians and I learned them how to farm and such. The Others did so with their tribes as well. I know now everything is “peaceful”, but times will change. The Others don’t realize it but with enough blood, Omnipotence waits. And I will get it!
After I spotted a nice place, with a lot of vineyards close-by, I ordered my people to say goodbye to their sedentary life and to say hello to civilization. Carthage was founded in 4000 B.C. I ordered my people to train a selected few into warriors. I also took three of the most wisest and skilful women and men from their ranks and gave them some of my immortality, keeping them as my immortal advisors and pets. Immortality can be lonely.
Five hundred cycles of the sun later I met one of the Others again. It was Shaka, a men who looked like he was burned toast. He had also settled his people down. The Zulu, as they were called, were much brighter than the Carthaginians. Of brains than, not of skin, they looked like toast as well. They already knew how to write and much more.
Hundred years later Monetzuma and his Aztecs were found, they were just some miles east of Carthage. I bargained with Monti and fooled him to give mysticism and 20 gold for the simple thing of making clay pots. Monti was really pissed when he found out it was nothing more than throwing mud into fire! And some none aligned humans killed a warrior party.
By 3250 my people had mined a vineyard, despite all my advisors saying we need more food, not more rocks. And more barbarians killed the other warrior party. Carthage now had a military of 0 soldiers.
Luckily my people finally figured out how to write fifty years later. They also doubled the workforce. I immediately ordered them to build up an army again, worthy of Carthage. Food, ehh slaves don’t fall from the sky you know.
With two warrior parties out again the Carthaginians started to build a food storage, a granary.
By 2650 Abu Bakr and his Arabs were found hanging around in a dusty town called Medina. His people were also more advanced than mine. Shortly there-after the Incans from Pachachuti came in. He didn’t like me and I didn’t like him, but he always was really good buddies with Monti and Big Smoke. I used to prefer the company of Caesar and Alex.
By 2150 B.C. Hiawatha and I met again. We drunk a cup of blood and filled each other with tales from the past two millennia. Apparently Hiawatha had took control of a people called the Iroquois and had thought them some . We agreed to exchange some knowledge but I really had the feeling Hi was screwing me somehow. Hi left a bit cautious, seeing the look on my face.
A hundred years later that bloody Big Smoke, who now called himself Smoke Jaguar was seen with a party of food/settlers. I ignored him mostly. My people also came up with books full of stupid stories. I said them it was very good and that they should continue. They are just like little children, say it’s good, no matter the quality. When they left I threw it in the fire place. Literature, yuck. I said to my people that they should collect all their stories in a Great Library and that they could use the granary for it. If all stories were there I wouldn’t have to read them.
Also a guy catalogued the Nations according to happiness. He described Carthage as hopeless. Well that’s from the wine, I guess.
By 1775 another of the less desirable persons announced himself at my door. It was Henry and he came with Portuguese wine, claiming it was far better than Carthaginian wine. He left angry with his wine all over his pants.
In 1550 Honest Abe was met, leader of the Americans. I saw his people had “literature” too, so I went to the others and sold them it. This way the Carthaginians learned how to work bronze and how to build wheels. I also saw Shaka was interested in selling two bands of his workers. I licked my lips, but poorly I had nothing to buy them with.
In 1475 B.C. my people finished their big library. I had said that all other nations had small libraries so why a big one, but apparently the cultural and scientific advisors said Bigger is Better. The military and the domestic advisor came in. She immediately stated that we needed more cities and he stated we needed more soldiers. I immediately saw the solution build a lot of soldiers and take someone else’s cities. I ordered a barrack to be build in Carthage and after that they should train a lot of Numidians. Also the science advisor shouted from the other side of the palace he had found out philosophy. I shouted back : “Okay” And he shouted in return he went off to sell it.
After some internal discussion I said my people shouldn’t train Numidians but build a temple to me! The temple of Baal. Also the warrior party spotted some big bad ass beasts they called Elephants. It was love at first side. I absolutely wanted one of those.
Big Smoke really pissed me of when he his people to founded a city and took the elephants for their own. I almost declared war immediately, but found the patience to wait until the city was more grown and I had more Numidians.
Fortunately a sub-specie of the elephants also lived south of Carthage in a cold forest near the tundra. I bet they can easily beat up Big Smoke’s Elies. Also my Carthaginians finished a temple dedicated to me. Now they could start to train Numidians to teach Big Smoke a lesson. The temple possessed a table for my diners, suppers, lunches and etcetera. I called it a table but the people called it a sacrificial altar. They would be build by the priests of the temple in all cities, doubling the power I would get from the food.
Around the same time I heard of another guy writing a book, this time about big, bigger and biggest nations. As Carthage was a city-state it was not surprising is was not number one. Less pleasing was the fact that it was not on the list at all, while even the so-called “forgotten” Incans were. Perhaps the guy lived in a cave and never came out, otherwise he would have heard of my city.
Some years later Henry demanded 51 gold. I happily turned it over with a revenge note attached to it. Monti soon followed, this time it was philosophy.
By 850 the republic was invented. I thought it was funny and gave it a shot. I told some noble families they were in charge now. They set up a government and a senate ruled by the Suffete. This way trivial things like Jurisdiction and law enforcement would be done by them instead of me. Buty they would do nothing without my permission. I also traded some knowledge with Monti. I received two slave bands. I promised not to harm them, but I had my fingers crossed. They were lovely and the wine too. The culture almost doubled in Carthage thanks to this feast.
With four divisions of Numidians it was time to teach Big Smoke a lesson.
By 690 I demanded Big Smoke should give up Tikal but he refused. Ah well, have it his way.
Big Smoke summoned some mighty elephant archers but the thick-hides were no match for the thicker shields of the Numidians, despite the loss of one division. This victory initiated the Carthaginian golden age. Tikal and Big Smokes elephants were now mine, in your face Big Smoke!
Despite his bravura Big Smoke quickly yielded his treasury for peace. Now it was Monti’s turn to feel the Numidian blades.
With the discovery of Currency the people were dragged into the Medieval era . Not much later the discovery of feudalism allowed Carthage to build an espionage agency.
In 490 Foreign Advisor delivered my letter to Monti. The letter stated Monti was a guinea-pig and he would be kicked out of his palace by my Numidians.
After fending off two waves of primitive jaguar warriors, the Numidians killed an archer band and kicked Monti out of his hole in the ground with a label “palace” above. The city started to produce my food/workers.
While the Numidians moved out to finish Monti of they met some Byzantine warriors of Theodora. Theodora was perhaps beautiful, but she also was a true malevolent . I didn’t trust her. Around the same time Pachu came knocking at my door for feudalism. I threw the door in his face. He shouted with a bleeding nose: “That’s war, Hannibal!”
I continued my meal of delicious Aztec slaves, rising the culture of Tenochtitlan again. I also bought Byzantine workers as lunch during my visit in Tikal. One division of Numidians was sacrificed to take the port of Teotihuacan and its horses. Monti fled to an uninhabited part of the world but I found him nonetheless. I told him peace was his for all his possessions save his new city. It was really a shame that I was now running low on Aztecs, they tasted excellent when baked with onions and spices.
Also Mao the Food-waster send my his greetings together with a group of food that I was not allowed to eat. They were Chinese and came to settle the region in the icy south. The Byzantines tasted great by the way, I could feel the energy coming.
In 330 B.C. most of Teotihuacan’s population was eaten. Raw. It was too cold to light a fire. Also my elephant archers approached Ollantayambo in the south. They disabled one band of archers right away and got killed by clubmen somewhat later. So far the big elephants in war.
Twenty years later Carthage finished its espionage centre. I now ordered the Suffetes to order the people to train elephants. I also said to the few remaining Aztecs in Teotihuacan to build a couple of galleys.
The Golden Age ended in 270 B.C, Domestic advisor stated. Despite that the elephants kicked out the Inca warriors screwing near the capital.
Twenty years later the maritime Carthaginians set sail from Teotihuacan with First Squadron, to boldly go where no Carthaginian had gone before.
They found some iron in the tundra south, and I always thought the Ocean was way closer. The island they spotted would be nice to have as a keep, but settler parties were way to expensive. The same year the not one but two divisions of elephants were send to Ollan and Abe came demanding money. He claimed it was for peace...
The Incans repelled my invasion poorly, I was growing hungry. It was enough I yelled to Military Advisor: “Send forth all legions!”
By 130 B. Ollan was captured and Pachu convinced himself 9 gp was a small price for avoiding further incursions. It also turned out the Southern Tundra was still larger than expected.
The science advisors came in with some more useless reports about a lack of funds. I told him to take a seat. “You know, I have already consumed roughly a quarter of a million (50.000 a worker band) people. Do you have any idea how many I need for omnipotence?” “No, sir, I don’t know, I’m just an upgraded algorithm” “A what?” “An algorithm is something... Ah, it doesn’t matter. By the way sir, how are you able to eat hundred thousand humans in on day?” “You are the Science advisor, you tell me.”
