Jaffa Tamarin
Monkey Cult
- Joined
- Dec 5, 2001
- Messages
- 570
A new leader takes control of Indian destiny. Rumors abound. Who is this stranger with the soft voice and golden hair? He is popular among the citizens, for among his first acts is to arrange for additional entertainments in all towns of the empire.
The leader argues with the Indian scientists, who insist on continuing their studies into alternative means of government, when there are other matters the leader considers more pressing. Eventually the scientists convince the leader that it would be a pity to waste all the work they have put in so far.
Maybe the new leader is from a merchant family? It certainly seems that he has a trader's instincts. He bargains with the French for contact with the Aztec empire, in exchange for a small sum of gold, and orders that Delhi should construct a harbor, to open the sea trade routes.
"He's not from any merchant family, sir. I checked. None have ever produced a golden-haired son. Maybe the military?"
The road to Jaipur is completed. The new leader loses some support amongst the populace when he orders the whip used to complete temples in Jaipur, Karachi and Hyderabad.
"We are at war with Persia, and he has not sent a single soldier to the front. A military man would never be so weak!"
There is consternation among the wise men of the nations when the leader abandons long-established plans for a library in Bombay, wasting many valuable shield to produce a settler. The leader offers no explanation, but directs the settler to proceed east with all haste, meeting with a military escort along the way.
"What is he doing? This is madness!!"
"Sir, I believe I understand. We have reports that a French town was lost to the Persians and the royal stables were destroyed. If we are quick we could secure a supply of horses."
"Well, hmmmph. Horses, eh? Don't trust them myself, but I know the military would love to get their hands on them."
The golden-haired leader trades iron to the French in exchange for new knowledge. The wise men squabble over the names of the gods, while builders divine the secrets of new constructions.
"Have you heard? The French dogs have made peace with the Persians! And our leader does nothing!!"
"It's worse than that, sir. He has dispatched our envoy to the Persians with instructions to buy peace at any price."
"WHAT!!"
Peace is made with the Persians in exchange for 4 gold/turn from the Indian treasuries. The French are convinced to renew the expired Right of Passage, paying 80 gold for this useless privilege.
"He continues to trade with the French scum, when we should be wiping them from the face of the earth! He gives them our precious dyes and ivory, for a pittance of gold and contact with some pathetic foreign empires."
"Well, sir, he did also convince the French to teach us the use of currency to aid in our trading."
"Bah. We trade quite well without this 'currency' nonsense. I think it is time the golden-haired one met with some small accident."
Official records record the untimely demise in 150 AD of the then Indian leader in a freakish accident as he accidentally stabbed himself repeatedly with his quill pen while writing in his diary. His name is lost to history, however there is repeated mention of his distinctive golden hair. And one report makes mention of a tail...
The leader argues with the Indian scientists, who insist on continuing their studies into alternative means of government, when there are other matters the leader considers more pressing. Eventually the scientists convince the leader that it would be a pity to waste all the work they have put in so far.
Maybe the new leader is from a merchant family? It certainly seems that he has a trader's instincts. He bargains with the French for contact with the Aztec empire, in exchange for a small sum of gold, and orders that Delhi should construct a harbor, to open the sea trade routes.
"He's not from any merchant family, sir. I checked. None have ever produced a golden-haired son. Maybe the military?"
The road to Jaipur is completed. The new leader loses some support amongst the populace when he orders the whip used to complete temples in Jaipur, Karachi and Hyderabad.
"We are at war with Persia, and he has not sent a single soldier to the front. A military man would never be so weak!"
There is consternation among the wise men of the nations when the leader abandons long-established plans for a library in Bombay, wasting many valuable shield to produce a settler. The leader offers no explanation, but directs the settler to proceed east with all haste, meeting with a military escort along the way.
"What is he doing? This is madness!!"
"Sir, I believe I understand. We have reports that a French town was lost to the Persians and the royal stables were destroyed. If we are quick we could secure a supply of horses."
"Well, hmmmph. Horses, eh? Don't trust them myself, but I know the military would love to get their hands on them."
The golden-haired leader trades iron to the French in exchange for new knowledge. The wise men squabble over the names of the gods, while builders divine the secrets of new constructions.
"Have you heard? The French dogs have made peace with the Persians! And our leader does nothing!!"
"It's worse than that, sir. He has dispatched our envoy to the Persians with instructions to buy peace at any price."
"WHAT!!"
Peace is made with the Persians in exchange for 4 gold/turn from the Indian treasuries. The French are convinced to renew the expired Right of Passage, paying 80 gold for this useless privilege.
"He continues to trade with the French scum, when we should be wiping them from the face of the earth! He gives them our precious dyes and ivory, for a pittance of gold and contact with some pathetic foreign empires."
"Well, sir, he did also convince the French to teach us the use of currency to aid in our trading."
"Bah. We trade quite well without this 'currency' nonsense. I think it is time the golden-haired one met with some small accident."
Official records record the untimely demise in 150 AD of the then Indian leader in a freakish accident as he accidentally stabbed himself repeatedly with his quill pen while writing in his diary. His name is lost to history, however there is repeated mention of his distinctive golden hair. And one report makes mention of a tail...