IceEye
Emperor
das you really need to wait with this update a couple of days!
NES2 II: Age of Discovery
- Thread starter das
- Start date
das
Regeneration In Process
Don't worry - I'll wait.
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
OOC: i sent u a PM named DIPLOmacy.
conehead234
Braves on the Warpath
To:Byzantine Empire
From:Alexandrine Empire
The people of Knosos resisted and for that they were punished. Your past rulers did the same thing to many tribes and nations. Your past rulers enslaved entire villages. The Patriarch of Trebizond is nothing more than your puppet. We will not bow down to your demands.
From:Alexandrine Empire
The people of Knosos resisted and for that they were punished. Your past rulers did the same thing to many tribes and nations. Your past rulers enslaved entire villages. The Patriarch of Trebizond is nothing more than your puppet. We will not bow down to your demands.
Erik Mesoy
Core Tester / Intern
Ok. Tired from making up stuff. Increase economy. Continue the war.
Sgt.Hellfish
King of the Oceans
orders sent. reckon we will get an update before sunday?
Gelion
Retired Captain
OOC: Orders before Sunday if not today...
das
Regeneration In Process
OOC: alex, no, didn't get it.
Sgt. Hellfish - dunno, really. That time I updated was probably my last free day for quite a while...
Sgt. Hellfish - dunno, really. That time I updated was probably my last free day for quite a while...
Reno
The Studio Ghibli Fanatic
Alright start sending those orders, so we can get a update some time this weekend maybe.
Sabah
Capital: Jesselton
Ruler: Muzzafar/BananaLee
Government: Tribal Council
Tech. Level: Middle Medieval Age
Religion: Buddhism
Army: 30 battalions
Navy: 20 ships
Economy: Normal
Education: Well Educated
Culture: Strongly Cultured
Confidence: Respecting
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Story
Life went on as it did everyday in the state of Sabah. Slowly and surely, it was beginning to prosper as merchants began coming in to sell their wares, and take whatever was available, which in turn brought in money and valuables into the economy.
It was good. And Muzzafar could rightly say that it was all through his own efforts, that the former little refugee settlement of Jesselton had grown into a bustling city of 8000 people, with proper buildings instead of tents. Roads were slowly making progress through the jungle and the few completed parts could bring in for wealth to Jesselton and its surrounding cities.
The only downside was that the ideographic writing system hadn't caught on. It certainly was rather difficult to memorise the many characters involved but he saw it as the only practical way to enhance the education of his people and unify them at the same time. Perhaps it was time to actively promote the writing. On his annual address, the whole population of Jesselton was there, all 8000 souls and while few could listen, many were willing just to clap and hear what their friends had to say. Word would spread. And so, Muzzafar began: -
"People of Sabah! We have gone through much in the past 15 years and we have prospered. It is thanks to many of you here, the founding fathers of Jesselton and the Dusuns of the Interior that we have achieved what we have acheived now. In all these 15 years however, we've kept on distinguishing ourselves as Malay or Dusun. Not once have we referred to ourselves as Sabahans except when stating our citizenship. Perhaps the word 'Sabahan' should now describe what we are, and not just what nation we live in.
I have a dream. I have a dream, in which all people in this nation, be they Malay, Dusun, Sinhalese, Japanese. Whatever they may be, whatever religion they may worship, and whomever they be, if they are citizens of this nation, they do not refer to themselves on their own ethnicity, but as a citizen of Sabah. An impossible dream? I don't think so. Perhaps it won't happen in my lifetime. Or in my son's or grandson's lifetime. But I swear, if the people are willing, then it shall be.
As an update to everyone, I have decided to send 10 battalions of our troops to train under the Tokugawa Japanese so that they may further improve their skills and when they return, they can teach our own troops and bring back wonderful new things from foreign lands. Our colonies in the east have been established and prospects are good there. The Tokugawa Japanese have even agreed to teach us on how to use their special fire equipment!
We will learn much from this, people of Sabah! But I tell you, we will learn more if we all unite and throw away our ethnic differences. Remember, we are not Malay, or Dusun, or Siamese, or Javanese or Sinhalese. We are Sabahan!
Remember the ideographic writing system we've been talking about? We would like to proliferate this knowledge so that a Dusun and a Malay can write to each other. Even a person from a far away foreign land can understand us as long as they understand this system of writing. This writing, the Sabahan script shall be in use in parallel with the standard Malay writing system until the transition is complete. All official documents will be transcribed bilingually for several years until everyone can write the new script satisfactorily. Like what we have done before, it will be hard. But I believe we can do it. Do you know why? Because I believe in my dream. I believe that we can unite for a just purpose. And I believe that the Sabahan people have a bright future ahead of them!"
As the cheers of the crowd rose and fell like waves, Muzzafar stood there, proud that his people have done so much and could do so much more...
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Orders
- spend 1 eco on expanding army
- spend 1 eco on Unique Unit (who was the other one, Das?)
- expand further east towards the islands with the battalions in the islands. Declare it a semi-autonomous colony.
- promote the ideographic writing system throughout the nation
- send 10 battalions to Kyushu to aid the Tokugawa faction in garissoning their territory
Capital: Jesselton
Ruler: Muzzafar/BananaLee
Government: Tribal Council
Tech. Level: Middle Medieval Age
Religion: Buddhism
Army: 30 battalions
Navy: 20 ships
Economy: Normal
Education: Well Educated
Culture: Strongly Cultured
Confidence: Respecting
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
Story
Life went on as it did everyday in the state of Sabah. Slowly and surely, it was beginning to prosper as merchants began coming in to sell their wares, and take whatever was available, which in turn brought in money and valuables into the economy.
It was good. And Muzzafar could rightly say that it was all through his own efforts, that the former little refugee settlement of Jesselton had grown into a bustling city of 8000 people, with proper buildings instead of tents. Roads were slowly making progress through the jungle and the few completed parts could bring in for wealth to Jesselton and its surrounding cities.
The only downside was that the ideographic writing system hadn't caught on. It certainly was rather difficult to memorise the many characters involved but he saw it as the only practical way to enhance the education of his people and unify them at the same time. Perhaps it was time to actively promote the writing. On his annual address, the whole population of Jesselton was there, all 8000 souls and while few could listen, many were willing just to clap and hear what their friends had to say. Word would spread. And so, Muzzafar began: -
"People of Sabah! We have gone through much in the past 15 years and we have prospered. It is thanks to many of you here, the founding fathers of Jesselton and the Dusuns of the Interior that we have achieved what we have acheived now. In all these 15 years however, we've kept on distinguishing ourselves as Malay or Dusun. Not once have we referred to ourselves as Sabahans except when stating our citizenship. Perhaps the word 'Sabahan' should now describe what we are, and not just what nation we live in.
I have a dream. I have a dream, in which all people in this nation, be they Malay, Dusun, Sinhalese, Japanese. Whatever they may be, whatever religion they may worship, and whomever they be, if they are citizens of this nation, they do not refer to themselves on their own ethnicity, but as a citizen of Sabah. An impossible dream? I don't think so. Perhaps it won't happen in my lifetime. Or in my son's or grandson's lifetime. But I swear, if the people are willing, then it shall be.
As an update to everyone, I have decided to send 10 battalions of our troops to train under the Tokugawa Japanese so that they may further improve their skills and when they return, they can teach our own troops and bring back wonderful new things from foreign lands. Our colonies in the east have been established and prospects are good there. The Tokugawa Japanese have even agreed to teach us on how to use their special fire equipment!
We will learn much from this, people of Sabah! But I tell you, we will learn more if we all unite and throw away our ethnic differences. Remember, we are not Malay, or Dusun, or Siamese, or Javanese or Sinhalese. We are Sabahan!
Remember the ideographic writing system we've been talking about? We would like to proliferate this knowledge so that a Dusun and a Malay can write to each other. Even a person from a far away foreign land can understand us as long as they understand this system of writing. This writing, the Sabahan script shall be in use in parallel with the standard Malay writing system until the transition is complete. All official documents will be transcribed bilingually for several years until everyone can write the new script satisfactorily. Like what we have done before, it will be hard. But I believe we can do it. Do you know why? Because I believe in my dream. I believe that we can unite for a just purpose. And I believe that the Sabahan people have a bright future ahead of them!"
As the cheers of the crowd rose and fell like waves, Muzzafar stood there, proud that his people have done so much and could do so much more...
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Orders
- spend 1 eco on expanding army
- spend 1 eco on Unique Unit (who was the other one, Das?)
- expand further east towards the islands with the battalions in the islands. Declare it a semi-autonomous colony.
- promote the ideographic writing system throughout the nation
- send 10 battalions to Kyushu to aid the Tokugawa faction in garissoning their territory
An Era Ends... An Era Begins.
King Ashoka was reaching old age. Throughout his life, he had seen many things. Good and bad. Death and destruction. Peace and happiness. He had achieved much in his life. Conquest and respect. Glory and confidence. Ashoka beleived it was almost time to alllow his son and heir, Prince Vijaya, to take the throne of the largest empire on the face of the Earth. Ashoka remembered when the goals he had set for himself and his nation when had first became King. One of main goals in life was to see the destruction of the Juang Empire, the empire that had caused so much death and destruction to generations of India. Not only had he defeated the Juang Empire, had split up their territory and created states loyal to he and Sinhaha. He had wanted to make his people safe. He had in some ways achieved that, with the largest military in the world. Many thoughts ran through Ashokas head. He thought of all he had done and all that he could have done. Ashoka had many, many other goals. But Ashoka realized we do not live for ever. After Prince Vijaya turned 12, Ashoka took Vijaya with him on battles, expeiditions, and journeys. He had told his son many stories. He had told his son what his goals were. He made Vijaya promise to fulfill those goals, someday, somehow. Ashoka walked to his balcony, where many times before he gave speeches to his people. He looked down at his marvelous capital. He had just came back from the great scientist Warappas funeral. A memorial and statue to Warappa was created in the capitals main square. Ashoka realized that he was not the only one who had brought Sinhala to greatness. It was the peasant, it was the soldier, it was the scientist who deserved as much credit as the King. A leader must lead his people, but a people must guide their leader. Ashoka felt tired. He walked back to his bedroom and lay down on the bed. He felt tired but at the same time, he felt accomplished. He closed his eyes. An era had ended. An era had begun.
(Yep, Ashoka is dead
)
Send him some tribute.
King Ashoka was reaching old age. Throughout his life, he had seen many things. Good and bad. Death and destruction. Peace and happiness. He had achieved much in his life. Conquest and respect. Glory and confidence. Ashoka beleived it was almost time to alllow his son and heir, Prince Vijaya, to take the throne of the largest empire on the face of the Earth. Ashoka remembered when the goals he had set for himself and his nation when had first became King. One of main goals in life was to see the destruction of the Juang Empire, the empire that had caused so much death and destruction to generations of India. Not only had he defeated the Juang Empire, had split up their territory and created states loyal to he and Sinhaha. He had wanted to make his people safe. He had in some ways achieved that, with the largest military in the world. Many thoughts ran through Ashokas head. He thought of all he had done and all that he could have done. Ashoka had many, many other goals. But Ashoka realized we do not live for ever. After Prince Vijaya turned 12, Ashoka took Vijaya with him on battles, expeiditions, and journeys. He had told his son many stories. He had told his son what his goals were. He made Vijaya promise to fulfill those goals, someday, somehow. Ashoka walked to his balcony, where many times before he gave speeches to his people. He looked down at his marvelous capital. He had just came back from the great scientist Warappas funeral. A memorial and statue to Warappa was created in the capitals main square. Ashoka realized that he was not the only one who had brought Sinhala to greatness. It was the peasant, it was the soldier, it was the scientist who deserved as much credit as the King. A leader must lead his people, but a people must guide their leader. Ashoka felt tired. He walked back to his bedroom and lay down on the bed. He felt tired but at the same time, he felt accomplished. He closed his eyes. An era had ended. An era had begun.
(Yep, Ashoka is dead
)Send him some tribute.
Sgt.Hellfish
King of the Oceans
To Sinhala India
From Britannia
We mourn your monarchs passing and share with you our greatest sympathies (contact via Africa btw) From the tales your merchants tell he was truly a great man and shall be missed dearly.
From Britannia
We mourn your monarchs passing and share with you our greatest sympathies (contact via Africa btw) From the tales your merchants tell he was truly a great man and shall be missed dearly.
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