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My Lil' Story

Discussion in 'Civ4 - General Discussions' started by march15, Dec 2, 2005.

  1. march15

    march15 Chieftain

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    Are you sitting comfortably? Then I will begin this tale of Russian pride and Spanish persecution.

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    My opponents civilizations were growing far more than my measly little squat.
    I had three cities, or, more aptly named, towns, in the great motherland of Russia.

    There was an incessant barrage of surveys telling me that my civilization was a miniscule
    spec on the resource and vegetitation heavy continent in which we quaint Russians
    dwelled.
    Eventually, my rock hard willpower crumbled under the accusations of mediocracy, and
    I decided to expand. We were being raided by barbarians every few years from the east, the north
    and west was nothing but ocean, but the south, was a clear, open, forest of oppurtunity,
    and I was feeling too lazy to attack the barbarians. You know, the ammassing of a great
    army and such, just didn't appeal to me. All I wanted was that dye in the southern forest
    so I could turn my hair blue and my clothes pink. I didn't want a war.

    Alas. War is what I had.

    I took the settler south, with escort from one of my lowly warriors. I feared attack from
    the barbarians, but at the time they were nothing but warriors themselves, I did't want
    to waste time training axemen to guard one li'l settler off for a peaceful lifetime trip
    in the dye forest.

    We settled the town, and began construction of a granary. My workers began building roads
    to bring luxuries and other resources into the town, and all was well.

    But as the villagers observed ther view from their beautiful new homes in the trees they
    saw something totally unexpected. Queen Issabella was marching a two battallion army of
    Axemen northward. Not towards the new tree town.. But straight to the capital.

    Reports were sent back urgently through the chain of workers building the roads, and the
    population of the new town boarded up their windows, and prepared, as well as they could for
    the army that would be sent to them.

    By the time news got back to Moscow the small Spanish army was but 30miles away, poised for
    attack. Moscow began training Axemen to defend the town, as there was a quaint single
    battalion of Archers patrolling the towns perimeter and nothing more.

    As the Axemen approached, the citizens panicked, unsure whether the new battalion of Axemen
    would be fit for fighting soon enough, or even if they'd be good enough. The Archers had
    provided a good service in the past, warding of barbarian raiding parties and such, and
    they could undoubtedly hold off a single battallion of Axemen. But two... well, that
    was twice what they could cope with. If those Axemen weren't ready in time, the shock
    of a southern expansion turning into anhiliation of the country's capital would tear
    apart Russia, leaving it as fodder for the barbarians, or the Samurai to the east.

    But luck was on the side of the Russians this time. The new battalion was ready as
    the spanish charged the gates of moscow. Arrows rained down in the countryside surrounding
    the capital, crushing almost a whole battalion of Spanish Axemen. Once they reached the
    gates however, the fight became a free for all brawl, archers grabbed bottles, pitchforks..
    whatever they could find and battered the remaining soldiers of the first Spanish battalion
    into a bloody mess that would take two whole weeks to clear from the streets of Moscow.
    As the second battalion appeared, the archers fled, their numbers diminished, and their
    ranks exhausted.. but forth came the Russian elite. The weilders of the mighty Russian
    War Axe. Forth they came with a furious might, and crushed the Spanish with no fight.
    Heads were removed from necks, legs from waists. The Spanish didn't even know what was coming,
    and their entire army was decimated in less than half an hour.

    The battle was won. The Russians had successfuly defended their home town. Their
    capital city. The heart of the motherland was safe. For now.

    But from the south came reports that the Spanish were building a new army. One
    twice the size of the original. So again, the hardy Russian people prepared.
    They brought in stocks for a possible siege. They built barricades in the steets
    to slow the enemy advance., They trained soldiers, built thousands of War Axes.
    Moscow became a fortress.

    But.. the lowly little town to the south, bringing dyes for hair and pretty
    views was forgotten in this time of hardship. They were left with a few hundred
    warriors, weilding nothing more than clubs and pitchforks, while the elite
    guards, amassing to something around seven thousand soldiers, were given the
    perfectly crafted War Axes and beautiful fortifications.

    An army of four thousand emerged from Spain. Marching straight through this
    forgotten town. A town who's lifespan was so short, it's name has been
    lost and forgotten since it's destruction. The Spanish slaughtered the
    people of this town. They murdered, raped, gutted, killed. No citizen was
    spared. Not even for slavery. The buildings were burned and the corpses left
    to rot in the ashes of their beautful utopian home in the trees.
    The Spanish marched forth.

    News of the destruction reached Moscow before the Spanish armies. Morale dropped,
    as did the dedication of the city watch. The settlers of the forgotten city
    were born and bred in Russia, they left with promises to friends and family
    they would return with stories of a wonderful new land. The city watch, and
    the Russian army had many relatives and friends on the settling expedition to the
    south. The Russians have a very close community, your problem is my problem
    is a phrase they love to recite often. So all were affected.
    When the Spanish reached Moscow they came to the city limits before they were
    noticed. A few hundred Russians were killed in the rush yo the fight.
    Their eagerness to kill the ones that had slaughtered their friends, their comrades,
    brought them their own deaths.

    The Russians fought bravely, they fought hard. But they fought drunk.

    The Spanish fought hard, but they fought scared, they could not even concieve
    of such a large army under Russian control when they set off.
    But here it was and they fought like monsters, their eyes red, full with fire,
    anger. Revenge.

    The Russians lacked discipline in the final battle. But they had courage, they
    had nothing but revenge left in their minds and lives. They became monsters
    under this rage and eventually overcame the tactical blunders and crushed
    the Spanish by sheer brute force.

    If there had been one hundred men they would have quickly taken down the Spanish
    army, but the thousands upon thousands there did nothing but trip over the others
    feets for a long while. So eager to go into battle they were. So eager to give
    their lives for their lost ones, their loved ones. So eager to avenge them.

    And revenge was gained. The armies that crushed the now forgotten town to the
    south were slain. The survivors hung slow. And the leaders heads sent back to Spain
    to show what happens when an Army comes to Russia with ideas of slaughter or
    capture.

    Issabella then signed a peace treaty. Which will last until the Russians build their
    armies up to a sufficient size, that they can crush the Spanish in one quick swoop.


    And, with that, ends my story, undoubtedly some words and sentences may be in need of a bit of cleaning. But so is that old Russian empire. The streets will soon be flooding with blood as they were when the archers took up arms to defends against a battallion of crazed Spanish Axemen. But this time, the blood will pour on Spanish soil.

    So, I bid you farewell, as I must travel south, put on a pole, Isabbelle's head and mouth.
     
  2. Dairuka

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    The story could use some editing for spelling, grammar, random capitalization, and punctuation.

    Still a good read though. :goodjob:

    9/10.
     
  3. march15

    march15 Chieftain

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    Thanks for the quick and positive reply :) I jus proofed the thing an I think I got most of them annoyin lil typos out.
     
  4. The Condor

    The Condor On an excellent adventure

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    I liked it too. Please continue.
     
  5. Dairuka

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  6. march15

    march15 Chieftain

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    Ah.Thanks for the pointer and welcome Dairuka.

    And thanks for the comment Condor.. there should be a follow up son, maybe tommorrow, but I can' promise anything.
     
  7. The Condor

    The Condor On an excellent adventure

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    I think this is getting a little weird but your welcome (will be on the sidelines cheering on her death) and you also have some mistakes to in this post (son=soon and can'=can't). Also, even though more people might look at this story here(hope they do because that was a pretty good opener compared to all the openers I have read) but Dairuka is right that all stories go to that forum and also more people would probably post there to since all people do is read and post on stories there.
     
  8. march15

    march15 Chieftain

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    I'm gonna move this over to the story board soon.
    The story is coming aong pretty nicely right now... in fact, I've got six and a half A4 pages worth of notes on it......
     
  9. march15

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    It's there now (stories and tales forum) under the title "Nyet Isabella. War" if anyone's interested.. I'll delete this thread in an hour or two (if i can :rolleyes: ).
     
  10. Dairuka

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    You can always just ask one of the Moderator's to close it.

    Or better yet. Post a link leading to your story, and advertise it using this thread! :D
     

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