Discussion in 'Civ5 - Stories & Let's Plays' started by Lighthearter, Mar 10, 2011.
But....they're in the way.
I encourage Isolationism towards other Powers, whilst Befreinding City States. (first Maritime, then cultured, then Military)
IIRC, 1 of the liberty policies reduces the cost of policies. This seems like a no-brainer to me, as it will reduce long term costs. Also good are the 'extra X per city' policies on the Librty Tree.
As I stated before, I will not Promise to research any techs next term at this point, there are to many variables.
We need liberty first, for the reasons Dem stated. The Aryan Compromise is also good, but you can't expect a party to pormise to research something when conditions might not be good.
Agreeing With People
We should research IW. I mean, were going to have to research it sooner or later and AH wont give us anything much. It will take ages to get workers up and running anyway. Honour is brilliant as well. It has one of the best policies IN THE GAME. +1 per city with a garrison. I cant remember which Tradition policy gives free maintenance to garrisoned units, but we have got some of the Tradition policies. If we combine the happy garrison policy and the no maintenance policy that equals awesome land. Free happy for everyone! Yeah!
Militaristic Coalition won! We should do what is best for the people, i.e not compromise with the people they voted AGAINST.
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Hmm... I agree. We should adopt Honor...
And Isolationism is for noobs. It's for those who are content to let things happen to others whilst hoping it won't happen to them. By adopting an isolationist policy, we will lose the dynamism that comes with the exchange of ideas on the world stage. This leads to stagnation, and stagnation is death.
Also, Isolationism means letting the opinion of ourselves be dictated not by us, but by our rivals. Sure, we'll have no enemies--but we'll have no friends, either.
I don't know about you, but I, for one, would rather dictate our own destinies.
We will dictate our own destiny, not by sucking up to our opponents, but instead concentrate on our domestic expansion. We must establish good relations with the city states, and going the route of Honour would be inappropriate for such a plan. Instead, concentrating on Liberty and pursuing an expansionist policy now would benefit us more then merely preparing an army to pursue it when it's too late and our neighbours are way ahead of us in economic, military and scientific terms. It might slow down our economy at first, but the rewards will be tremendous and more powerful then attempting to kill our opponents when we are unstable domestically.
Basically, Isolationism is not what you think it is. Isolationism is ignoring our opponents, and only keeping track on them when they could really be a threat to us, and instead go full steam ahead on building up and expanding. Only then are we truly prepared to take on our opponents, and become a major player on the world stage.
Foundation won the popular vote 17 to 10. The people voted for us...but those in the halls of power voted against us.
What is this about us going back on our word and being a war-first government? Planning to research Iron Working does not automatically mean we are a war party.
First of all, knowing the location of iron deposits early on will help us claim them first, not only to build our own iron-based units but to prevent other nations from building them, thus lessening the likelihood of an attack on our glorious nation. The opposition may well ask, "If this is the case, then why not research Animal Husbandry to do the same with horses?" The answer to this question is that horses are well known to exist in lesser quantity but in more frequent locations. To try to create a monopoly on horses is much more difficult than it is for iron, and the end result would be that other civilizations have a huge chance of having both resources.
Secondly, as partially stated a moment ago, to have a monopoly on a resource, especially such a critical one as iron, will allow us to sell it to other nations once good, friendly relations have been established. This will boost our economy and allow us to put money into the development of our land and relations with local city states.
Thirdly, iron is not simply used for weaponry. It is an extremely useful building material and will greatly aid in the construction of buildings in nearby cities. Also, it is a strong support in defensive structures such as the ones so sought after by the members of the Tower Party in New York.
Fourth, having access to stronger units will enable us to rid the known world of the barbaric tribes that spring up and know nothing except the art of war, and crudely at that. If we can do this we will gain the respect of local city states and speed our own expansion as our unguarded settlers will have little fear of being ambushed.
Finally, the opposition seeks to strengthen its case against us by combining two pieces of circumstantial evidence, that is, our researching of Iron Working and our pursuing of the Honor policy tree. To answer to this and defend our choice of Policy, if we are able to know the location of barbarian encampments it will, as stated in my fourth point, help our settlers reach their destination in safety without requiring an armed escort and, as also stated above, help us clear them quickly and not only gain repute with nearby city states but also provide valuable fighting experience for our troops and earn us money in the form of loot and spoils.
I hope this satisfactorily answers any questions as to our intentions.
Chief of Military
@NC- As Nuke said the people voted for us.
On Isolationism- My idea of Isolationism is simply not signing treaties with other major powers. Trade is good, freindly city states are good, taking sides in a war is not good. If a war breaks out, I would rather join in on whichever side looks best for us, rather than a predetermined ally, IF we join in at all.
@Chimera- some good points there.
As to a monopoly on Iron: With all of south America Unavailable, as well as the west coast, and western Canada/Alaska, I think we can rule out the possibility of Monopolizing Iron.
Non-Military uses? The only OOC use is increased hammers in the mine IIRC. IC you could argue that, but IC I think ensureing the people have enough food is more important.
As to our 'Insubstantial' evidence, it seems obvious to me that IW is only the best choice for War, other Techs, such as AH, provide faster and more numerous payoffs in terms of peace and development. Tracking in particular would greatly boost output of commerce and food.
@DT: The people are fed. We have agriculture, after IW, I am proposing for the next turn set that we research AH->Trapping. After that, we will have food coming out of our ears. Heck, we even plan to bribe a Maritime CS, which will give us plenty of food. Food is a priority. We have heaps of food. But, we should not sacrifice our safety and our militaristic advancement for more food when the people have more than enough to sustain, possibly even increase, the population.
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Here is a current list of parties, mostly for L
This party's goals will be to expand America as far as possible through military conquest and the settling of new frontiers; and to make America the world leader in power, science, and trade. We will support the policies of Honor, Rationalism, Patronage, Commerce, and Liberty (OOC: Not necessarily in that order). Together we hope to lead America to her rightful place at the top of the world heirarchy. I thank you again for electing me to this esteemed position. Together we can make this nation great.
Members: Chimera1804, Prospo, Princeof Persia, Ian7, SouthernKing, Aysee
People's Party of America
We believe in the Traditional Communist Values of: Bread, land, and Beating up our neighbors to take their stuff Peace. We believe in the right of our people to rule North America, and establish here a glorious workers paradise. We believe in the Right of the people to live freely, as equals, and Will fight Capitalist oppression Wherever we can.
Leader: Dem Taqat
Members: Soviets, Civ'ed, Mosher
Insanely Mad Warmongers' Party
We believe that America should conquer the world! We need to destroy all enemies in our way! Of course, we need a good economy to support our army, so we support a good economy. And we need science to get Giant Death Robots, which are awesome, so we support science as well. But most of all we want to destroy and conquer! EXTERMINATE!!!
Members: None Yet
Philosophic Party of America
We believe that different views do not necessarily exist, or that they do not represent all possible views on a subject. We act politically based on the ancient values of courage, perseverance, and the deliberate abuse of potentially dangerous substances.
Members: None Yet
We are a moderate Party. We don't care who pays us. Join now. Be a part of the Party with it's finger on the pulse of the nation... literally.
Members: Arya126, Aoudis
The Yoshiegg party values culture, diplomacy, and the happiness of our great country. We do not fall back from war and will help our comrades if they are in danger. We value the happiness of our empire and will make sure it, and our culture, will flourish.
Members: None Yet
Red Dove Party
We are a pacifistic party that believes in the pricipals of socialism, and support the advancement of the sciences, and major supporters of the arts.
Members: None Yet
Socialist, borderline communist party dedicated to improving worker's lives and redistributing wealth.
Members: None Yet
- The Tower Guard
- American Liberty League
The Horizons Coalition(N-IP/IMWP/AmSoc)
I agree. Isolationism is not a good strategy. We need to open up trade and ensure that we have at least a few major allies (I would think Iroquois for now) in case something happens so that we can turn to them.
And LH, the AmSoc party was founded after the Neo-Imperial merger, yet somehow the AmSoc is on the OP yet the NIP is not. Hmmmm?
There are a lot of independents this time around. That's awesome.
I didn't know that NWP and IMP merged It's been done now.
OOC: LH, the 'thank you for electing me' part needs to be removed from the OP. It's the second to last sentence of the Party Goal Summary for the NIP
Ignoring everyone is an unwise choice. We should pursue alliances with the city states closest to us, the ones closest to the our enemies. Also, befriending the Iroquois is a good choice, because they're closest to us--Thus, they can either be a shield on our front, or a dagger to our back.
Trade agreements with our neighbors will increase the flow of commerce--giving us money to benefit the American people. Also, we can also gain access to resources, bettering the lives of said people.
So, making deals and alliances will benefit us more than simple isolationism.
“Just tell me already, and your suffering will end, and in a less permanent way than death. Tell me the location of Sonereal’s HQ, and you may still live. Tell me this location, and I wont hurt your family ever again.” Arya hissed out the sentence, extremely frustrated that this man would not yield to his interrogation. Using every technique he knew, new and old, banned and legal, effective and ineffective, he had attempted to get a location from this man for the past 3 days. By now SAonereal would know he was missing. If he was smart he would evacuate all essential information, and fortify the place. But then, sometimes Sonereal could be ignorant.
Nonetheless, if he didn’t get the Location tonight, then the chances of vengeance would drop. A lot. Black Ops were his specialty. So why couldn’t he crack this one mortal man?
“ I told you! Its on Sun street, number 263-“ The air was pierced by the dreadful sound of flesh on flesh, and another spout of blood emerged from the man’s cheek. Arya was getting very impatient. And people tend to die when he gets impatient.
“NOT HIS PARTY HQ! THE BASE HE USED TO LAUNCH THE ATTACK ON THE ASSASSIN’S GUILD!” For a moment there, his voice was no longer one of a bull or a snake, but rather raw and vicious.
In anger he brought a knife from his belt and stabbed the man in leg, withdrew the knife, and then slashed across his body bringing the blade into contact with the stomach of a lady close in age to the man’s 29 years, perhaps a little younger. His sister.
“Now are you willing to tell me the address, or shall I bring your other sister in as well? This one is already close to fainting. You care about her. Yet you do not help her by giving me the information I require. Just what are you scared of? Sonereal?” His voice back to its sinister form, although still with a touch of viciousness, seemed to make the man’s skin crawl, yet he still didn’t give.
“You wouldn’t understand. You’re a monster! You care nothing for this country, nor for its people, you just care for profit and pain! You would never understand my predicament!” The man, with his eyes wide in terror, suddenly broke through the bonds holding him to the chair, and swung at Arya. Long hair blinded him however, and Arya easily sidestepped the blow, responding by cleanly decking the man. The woman never stopped screaming. Thank god she was gagged. Standing over the man, Arya began to speak once again.
“I wouldn’t understand would I? You don’t think I understand the simple world of the people of this country? You don’t thing I care? YOUR WRONG! I care more than any other politician in this damned country! I understand more than you, or even care to know! You forget that once I was just a simple man like you, immortal yes, but still just a simple man. But *I* was the one that fought the dark lord, *I* was the one that dueled his most trusted servants and escaped, and *I* am the one that strives the hardest to defeat him! Do not talk to me about not understanding and caring. YOU are the one who understands nothing, and cares little for anything past that long nose of yours! I fought for three centuries against the dark Lord, and I have now strived for more years then you can count to help the people of America in the hope that they might help me in my quest against this single great evil! You don’t understand. Until the Dark Lord dies, we are all doomed to die. Even the Immortals. Now. Tell. Me. What. I want. To. KNOW!” As he snarled the last word he brought out a dagger from the collection of blades on his belt. This one however was dripping in a substance that smelled much like blood, but was of a greenish color. The man’s eyes bulged out more if possible at the sight of it, and he finally gave in.
“Okay, okay I will tell you! Just don’t put that thing anywhere near me!” Arya lowered the dagger, but didn’t put it away. “The division of the party that launched the attack on the guild has many bases, all of them involved in some sort of crime. I don’t know why Sonereal approves of it, but it seems like he is getting richer and richer. Most of the crime is targeted against the poor, and their main HQ is in the slums of Washington, District 5, in the docklands. Right on the edge of the oldest docks is an old organizational station where ships used to check in. Its now abandoned, but Sonereal uses the basement to base all of his major black ops in…now can you please let my family go?” He pleaded at the end. His eyes were filled with terror from the past 3 days, his lips cracked, his skin covered in his own blood to hide the paleness. Half his blood seemed to have soaked through his skin, out of his veins, and onto his skin.
Arya looked over at the other two people in the room, a man and a woman. The man, named Warren, was his second apprentice of the guild. The first had died at the hands of Sonereal himself. The woman was peculiar. In a country where most of the women had brown or black hair, this one had blonde, with a slim but solid body flexible, yet slightly muscular as well. Her name was Anna.
“You two got that?” When they nodded he said, “Then get the men and women ready. Tonight, we draw blood in revenge for the Guild Massacre. Tonight, Sonereal will feel pain like never before. Tonight, we avenge our many brothers and sisters who died that night. Tonight, all of Washington shall hear the screams of pain of our targets. This will not be a night of quiet contract work. This is a nightof violence, of fury, of BLOOD. Now go.”
Turning back to the man staring at him, not even trying to hide his emotions, Arya knocked him out by slamming his head against the concrete floor. He knocked the woman out less violently, injecting her with a chemical that will cause her to sleep for the next 7 hours. He regretted having to hurt her. It really tore him. Where would he draw the line? She was an innocent civilian. But her brother had been the key to locating Sonereal’s base for black ops. No matter. He would deal with the morality of this Op later. Right now, he needed to produce results.
There stood three one story buildings at points around the abandoned docking station. Arya lay on top of one with seven men and two women. Anna and Warren lay on each of the others with three men and three women each. They were waiting for the signal to strike. Which in this case was a huge ball of fire smashing through the west wall of the target building. Arya had arranged for a catapult in the courtyard of the Militia building to light on fire one of its tar balls and fire it with pinpoint accuracy that only an immortal could perform. Then a group from the alleyway, led by another Immortal Mechaerik, would storm the front door, along with Arya, Warren, and their soldiers descending from the rooftops. Anna would stay above and fire arrows into the fray.
The night air was suddenly lit up as a ball of flame was hurled across the city, plunging right into its target. War cries filled the night as suddenly 16 men plunged through the gates, charging the door that led to vengeance. Some communists, some were libertarians, some were Guild member. Tonight, it did not matter. They were one.
Bright flares lit up the night as flaming arrows were fired into the whole made by the ball of flame. Soon, the fire started to spread and more screams could be heard in the night. These were no war cries though, these were cries or terror and pain.
Arya himself charged moments later, jumping down the ten feet of the building he lay flat on, followed by his 7 mean and 2 women. All were guild members, and all had lost a friend or loved one to Sonereal and his fellow murderers. All would fight to the death helping him to avenge those lives.
Five feet from the door, a group of 3 heavyset men appeared, dressed in full armor swinging longswords. The first man that rushed forward to meet them was sliced to pieces. Arya gave the signal and the two men right behind him spread out and circled two of the men, while Arya himself charged the one in the lead. The rest of group charged past, weaving through the 6 people engaged in combat, heading into the building to cause havoc.
Taking a spear from his pack, he lowered the point and thrust it into the stomach of the man driving it all the way through. Immediately afterwards, not even stopping half a second to let the man feel pain, he sidestepped and thrust a small sliver of a knife into the mans hip, circling him and slashing a dagger across his back. The man roared and pulled the spear free just in time to watch as Arya sword, Nitidm Interitus, to behead the monster of a man. The body and head parted ways, and both fell to the ground.
Looking around, Arya saw that his two friends had also decapitated their opponents and were waiting for him to continue. A slight of his hand told them to head in and go to the left. He would go to the right.
The hallway was dark as Arya slowly made his way in, taking care to make no sound as he moved, eyes searching for any trace of movement to betray an ambush or wary opponent. Yet, nothing moved even as he made his way to the end of the hall. He heard sounds of battle ring out as he followed the bend in the hallway to the left, towards the center of the building. An unearthly howl pierced the air, ringing out above the sounds of battle, and Arya quickened his pace to a full on sprint. The howl was from Warren. More howls followed as he neared, all from the same source. Finally, he turned the last corner and came face to face with the battle.
It was taking place in a room open to the elements, thanks to the earlier artillery. Around 40 yards wide in either direction with a large crater taking up the middle of it, the noise could have deafened a person who was not used to the sounds of battle. Swords clashed with shields, spears glanced off armor, arrows pierced throats and were followed by screams that would make you shiver. Skirmishes took place all around the room, but the real action took place in the center. Mech was surrounded, beset on all sides by 5 warriors, yet he still was managing to hold them off. A few feet away, Warren was on his knees, and Sonereal had a sword to his throat.
“AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” Arya let out a scream of rage that caused many to turn heads, which resulted in many being beheaded, on both sides. Following the scream of rage he jumped into the fray, hacking and slashing his way through the battle, felling everyone who dared try to stop him. His sword was ablur, his face although hidden beneath plates of thickset iron armor, almost certainly in a permanent snarl. He would NOT lose another apprentice to this man.
Yet his bullrush through the battle was not enough. It might have turned the tide in the Guild’s favor, but he was still 10 feet away when the head of his apprentice went flying straight towards him. Sonereal gave him a bloody grin.
“Man do I have good aim!” Were his words just before the head landed in front of Arya. With a roar, Arya jumped the last ten feet and began a flurry of blows against Sonereal, whose face lit up in surprise and was nearly too slow to parry Arya’s first attack. Drawing a second sword from his belt to match his long sword, Sonereal attempted to go on the offensive, but Arya merely dipped inside of his guard and gave him a gash along his forearm. Sonereal was forced to drop the second sword at once and continued the fight with a single arm in fighting condition. Still, he was a formidable opponent. All Immortals are.
Finally, through a particularly vicious overhand blow, Arya actually managed to slice through Sonereal’s sword near its middle, the thickest part of the blade. The two pieces of his former sword fell to the ground as Sonereal backed away. The battle was just about over now. The last few remaining men from the base were tired and failing. One by one they were felled by members of the Guild. One by one, Sonereals chances of survival became slimmer. One by one souls passed into the void, hopefully to hell rather than heaven for the evil deeds they had committed in their lives.
“Arya…you know what happened last time you killed an Immortal. You were condemned. You were hated. You were distrusted. Do you want to go through that again?” His voice was strangely steady. There was even a slight taunt in his voice. Yet Arya stopped dead in his advance as a rush of Images from his memory flooded his brain. The immortal he had killed standing in front of him, yelling at him. Another of him as his own blade was being pushed through his chest. Another when he was but a bloody lump on the floor. Another of his victim years before the incident, when they were best friends. When the Immortal he had killed had been his brother by blood.
His body started to shake and one knee crumpled so he was in a kneeling position. But then a roar sounded, and for once it was not from Arya. Mech had run up from behind, and was stepping on Arya’s shoulder, using it as a point from which he could propel himself into the air. Flying through the air with every eye upon him, even Arya’s, he used the spear in his hand to throw into Sonereal’s shoulder. Sonereal then let out a scream of pain and disappeared into the darkness. Mech then turned back and faced Arya, his face filled with concern. Seconds later, Arya fainted.
A few hours later Arya was walking again after his fit of fainting. The door he walked through was the secret residence of Guildmaster Ravus, and was one he was dreading. 17 out of 40 of his (wo)men had died in the battle, which had been unauthorized by Ravus. He had had no prior knowledge of the operation. And now he was going to have to face the consequences. Luckily, they had managed to kill every single one of the 127 people at the base, except fro Sonereal who was suspected as being gravely wounded.
“Lord Guildmaster Ravus I-“
“Be quiet you insolent impulsive bastard. You no more deserve to speak than live right now. Do you know how much influence your little attack has caused me? Now everyone is blaming me for a terrorist attack on their capital. I am wanted throughout the country. Somehow, they have overlooked you.” Every word was filled with the venom that only ravus himself could inject into words.
“Fine. I don’t care what I have brought down upon you. I quit the guild. I have had enough of this business killing. I cant justify it morally anymore, nor monetarily as we have had few big money contracts in the past months. I am leaving, as of now. Let’s see how you fare without your best man. Oh, and my kidnapping division, along with everyone else loyal to me, is coming with me. We are going to set up a true army unit, loyal only to America. Unless America is attacked, this unit doesn’t even technically exist. Yet it will be the most advanced, most well trained unit in the country, led by me, and loyal only to the current president for defensive purposes only. Its only offensive purpose will to help me defeat the Dark Lord when that time comes.” And with that he left the residence of ravus, slamming the door, all the while hearing quiet curses from within the room…
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