Eclipse-X010
Imperial Ascended Being
Author's Note & Stats:
This story will be made using my favorite civ, the Romans. Unfortunately, I will not be able to post any screenshots of the actual yet, as my comp running my game is under repair, however, I've found ways to improvise. I've also included in this story, something only a few other authors, most notably, Sisitul, have explained seriously before, and that is: an explanation for why the leaders are immortal. I don't know how well my humble story will stack up, by I hope it s viewed well.
Stats will be placed here once I get my computer fixed, as I don't want to screw up on any details.
Seeds of Fate
Section I: A Strong Foundation
Chapter I: Aevum Templum
You wouldn't have thought anyone could run so fast, but with hell's hounds at his heals, Augustus sure ran. He leaped over a wooden cart like a mere hurdle and plowed through a crowd of villagers. Behind him, two guards followed, waving clubs at anyone who got in their way.
Augustus saw the club smash into a villager, cracking his skull and splattering one of his pursuers with blood.
Augustus had no wish to suffer the same fate. He dashed through a hut and plowed through the back wall, sending the structure tumbling down on a club-wielding pursuer who was a mere 5 feet behind him. Augustus could see the treeline in front of him. He'd cleared the village, he was almost there.
Even as he ran though, he saw it was hopeless, and a pang of anger flowed through him. To have come all this way, to have sacrificed so much, only for the man closing in on him to tackle him, and no doubt drag him back to Kronos, Chieftain of the village, for an execution.
Just as the man was about to seize Augustus however, a small projectile whizzed by Augustus's head, barely passing into his field of vision before moving on.
Augustus heard a howl of pain, and turned to see the man behind him on the ground. His club had escaped his grasp. His face was covered in blood. Embedded into his chest, was the arrow.
Augustus had no time to stare however, four more club-wielding warriors were hot on his tail. Augustus sprinted the rest of the way to the treeline and ran straight to the ravine he knew was waiting. He dived into it, landing in a puddle of mud which mixed in with the blood from the fallen warrior which had splattered over Augustus.
As the four warriors closed in on the ravine however, 6 men rose from its depths. Each carried a wooden-stone axe used by scouts. Rather than hacking, they tossed the axes, which sailed with skilled precision forward, before embedding themselves in the chests of the warriors pursuing Augustus.
After the warriors fell, the men turned to Augustus. He was on the ground, clutching a small bundle close to his chest.
"You planned all this out for that," muttered one of the men who had defended him.
"This," Augustus said, "Is our proof, once we present this to the village, they'll have no choice but to turn on Kronos and kill him for his actions."
"Since time immemorial," said the man, "he has enslaved us, kept in power by his cronies who would believe every word from his mouth. How will this package help us defeat him?"
Augustus unrolled the bundle. A simple herb lay inside.
"Aevum Templum," said Augustus, "The plant that kept him alive for all these years."
The men looking on gasped.
"So it is true," one said, "He is not a god."
"No," said Augustus, "He's just a man who found the herb of life."
......
Two days later, the sun was covered behind dark clouds. A cold wind blew, and many of the superstitious villagers predicted a reckoning on this day.
Augustus was not one to disappoint. In full view of everyone, he marched to the center of the camp, where Kronos, the chieftain who had enslaved the Romans for so long, basked on a tier, covered with women and food. The women seemed repulsed by his presence, and rightly so. He was a hairy, slimy, and grotesque figure. His bulging belly knocked food off the tier whenever he moved. His eyes seemed to lead straight to hell, and his mouth sneered at anyone who approached.
On this day, Augustus entered the center of the camp with 12 men, 12 to Kronos's 18 guards. Of course, 3 of Augustus's men had bows, and Augustus intended to make sure not a man moved in defense of Kronos.
A crowd, nearly all of the Roman tribe, gathered to watch the unfolding spectacle.
"So," said Kronos, "Little Augustus of the Freedom Fighters finally shows his face." Kronos spat on the ground. "You and your half-wit friends should have been tossed into the Inegral river the day you were born."
"The only one going in the Inegral is you," said Augustus, "Once the tribe knows how you've deceived them for centuries, you pathetic false-god."
"WHAT," boomed Kronos, "False god, you little peace of fimus, solders, kill him."
Augustus's men raised their bows and axes but Augustus raised a hand that told them to stand back. The guards rushed him, swinging their clubs, they beat him swiftly and let him lay on the ground, covered in dirt and blood.
"Anyone who dares to deny my divinity will meet the same fate as..." began Kronos.
"Me," interrupted Augustus.
The crowd gasped in all. Augustus was rising, no mark of the beatings was visible on his skin, though the furs on him were still red with shed blood.
"By all rights," said Augustus, "I should be dead, but by using an herb, an herb Kronos takes each day, I have lived."
He looked at Kronos, "This plant and not a divine power, has kept Kronos alive for centuries, but if you really are a god Kronos, go ahead, smite me down without use of your guards, and you'll have proven yourself."
Kronos, in his rage, charged Augustus with his fists in the air. Augustus gave the signal, and 3 arrows sprouted in Kronos's cheast. He fell to the ground. He had not taken the herb in a while, so his wounds were slow to heal, and the severity of them made it all the worst.
Augustus, raised an axe, and brought it down on Kronos's head, smashing through his skull and killing him completely.
One of his men grabbed a torch and set fire to Kronos's body.
"It's the only way we can be sure he doesn't come back," said Augustus.
The crowd stared at him in awe as he walked atop Kronos's tier.
"From this day forward," said Augustus, "I proclaim all Romans free of tyranny, I proclaim a new age for us, we shall found an empire of great power, and we shall expand across the lands. Never will we be enslaved as we were to this man. Never again shall we worship a mere man."
There was silence for a moment, a hush ran through the crowd. Then one man cheered, and his jubilation echoed across the entire camp. The women who lay near Kronos now looked up at Augustus, who stood among them. Their eyes were filled with tears of joy and thankfulness.
......
Augustus looked upon the new site of the city of Rome. For 5 days, his people had been walking to the site. He now showed it to them. Before the Roman tribe lay a rich fertile plane. A river ran through it, it branched out into a delta which ran into the ocean. Hills surrounded the area. It was atop one of these hills the Romans now stood. The sun now shone over the land and reflected off the ocean beyond. The air was fresh with the recent rainfall.
"I present to you," said Augustus, who was now addressing the villagers from atop a log, "The future site of Rome, it is here, our great journey will begin. Here, an empire is founded, for it is here, that we shall rise."
This story will be made using my favorite civ, the Romans. Unfortunately, I will not be able to post any screenshots of the actual yet, as my comp running my game is under repair, however, I've found ways to improvise. I've also included in this story, something only a few other authors, most notably, Sisitul, have explained seriously before, and that is: an explanation for why the leaders are immortal. I don't know how well my humble story will stack up, by I hope it s viewed well.
Stats will be placed here once I get my computer fixed, as I don't want to screw up on any details.
Seeds of Fate
Section I: A Strong Foundation
Chapter I: Aevum Templum
You wouldn't have thought anyone could run so fast, but with hell's hounds at his heals, Augustus sure ran. He leaped over a wooden cart like a mere hurdle and plowed through a crowd of villagers. Behind him, two guards followed, waving clubs at anyone who got in their way.
Augustus saw the club smash into a villager, cracking his skull and splattering one of his pursuers with blood.
Augustus had no wish to suffer the same fate. He dashed through a hut and plowed through the back wall, sending the structure tumbling down on a club-wielding pursuer who was a mere 5 feet behind him. Augustus could see the treeline in front of him. He'd cleared the village, he was almost there.
Even as he ran though, he saw it was hopeless, and a pang of anger flowed through him. To have come all this way, to have sacrificed so much, only for the man closing in on him to tackle him, and no doubt drag him back to Kronos, Chieftain of the village, for an execution.
Just as the man was about to seize Augustus however, a small projectile whizzed by Augustus's head, barely passing into his field of vision before moving on.
Augustus heard a howl of pain, and turned to see the man behind him on the ground. His club had escaped his grasp. His face was covered in blood. Embedded into his chest, was the arrow.
Augustus had no time to stare however, four more club-wielding warriors were hot on his tail. Augustus sprinted the rest of the way to the treeline and ran straight to the ravine he knew was waiting. He dived into it, landing in a puddle of mud which mixed in with the blood from the fallen warrior which had splattered over Augustus.
As the four warriors closed in on the ravine however, 6 men rose from its depths. Each carried a wooden-stone axe used by scouts. Rather than hacking, they tossed the axes, which sailed with skilled precision forward, before embedding themselves in the chests of the warriors pursuing Augustus.
After the warriors fell, the men turned to Augustus. He was on the ground, clutching a small bundle close to his chest.
"You planned all this out for that," muttered one of the men who had defended him.
"This," Augustus said, "Is our proof, once we present this to the village, they'll have no choice but to turn on Kronos and kill him for his actions."
"Since time immemorial," said the man, "he has enslaved us, kept in power by his cronies who would believe every word from his mouth. How will this package help us defeat him?"
Augustus unrolled the bundle. A simple herb lay inside.
"Aevum Templum," said Augustus, "The plant that kept him alive for all these years."
The men looking on gasped.
"So it is true," one said, "He is not a god."
"No," said Augustus, "He's just a man who found the herb of life."
......
Two days later, the sun was covered behind dark clouds. A cold wind blew, and many of the superstitious villagers predicted a reckoning on this day.
Augustus was not one to disappoint. In full view of everyone, he marched to the center of the camp, where Kronos, the chieftain who had enslaved the Romans for so long, basked on a tier, covered with women and food. The women seemed repulsed by his presence, and rightly so. He was a hairy, slimy, and grotesque figure. His bulging belly knocked food off the tier whenever he moved. His eyes seemed to lead straight to hell, and his mouth sneered at anyone who approached.
On this day, Augustus entered the center of the camp with 12 men, 12 to Kronos's 18 guards. Of course, 3 of Augustus's men had bows, and Augustus intended to make sure not a man moved in defense of Kronos.
A crowd, nearly all of the Roman tribe, gathered to watch the unfolding spectacle.
"So," said Kronos, "Little Augustus of the Freedom Fighters finally shows his face." Kronos spat on the ground. "You and your half-wit friends should have been tossed into the Inegral river the day you were born."
"The only one going in the Inegral is you," said Augustus, "Once the tribe knows how you've deceived them for centuries, you pathetic false-god."
"WHAT," boomed Kronos, "False god, you little peace of fimus, solders, kill him."
Augustus's men raised their bows and axes but Augustus raised a hand that told them to stand back. The guards rushed him, swinging their clubs, they beat him swiftly and let him lay on the ground, covered in dirt and blood.
"Anyone who dares to deny my divinity will meet the same fate as..." began Kronos.
"Me," interrupted Augustus.
The crowd gasped in all. Augustus was rising, no mark of the beatings was visible on his skin, though the furs on him were still red with shed blood.
"By all rights," said Augustus, "I should be dead, but by using an herb, an herb Kronos takes each day, I have lived."
He looked at Kronos, "This plant and not a divine power, has kept Kronos alive for centuries, but if you really are a god Kronos, go ahead, smite me down without use of your guards, and you'll have proven yourself."
Kronos, in his rage, charged Augustus with his fists in the air. Augustus gave the signal, and 3 arrows sprouted in Kronos's cheast. He fell to the ground. He had not taken the herb in a while, so his wounds were slow to heal, and the severity of them made it all the worst.
Augustus, raised an axe, and brought it down on Kronos's head, smashing through his skull and killing him completely.
One of his men grabbed a torch and set fire to Kronos's body.
"It's the only way we can be sure he doesn't come back," said Augustus.
The crowd stared at him in awe as he walked atop Kronos's tier.
"From this day forward," said Augustus, "I proclaim all Romans free of tyranny, I proclaim a new age for us, we shall found an empire of great power, and we shall expand across the lands. Never will we be enslaved as we were to this man. Never again shall we worship a mere man."
There was silence for a moment, a hush ran through the crowd. Then one man cheered, and his jubilation echoed across the entire camp. The women who lay near Kronos now looked up at Augustus, who stood among them. Their eyes were filled with tears of joy and thankfulness.
......
Augustus looked upon the new site of the city of Rome. For 5 days, his people had been walking to the site. He now showed it to them. Before the Roman tribe lay a rich fertile plane. A river ran through it, it branched out into a delta which ran into the ocean. Hills surrounded the area. It was atop one of these hills the Romans now stood. The sun now shone over the land and reflected off the ocean beyond. The air was fresh with the recent rainfall.
"I present to you," said Augustus, who was now addressing the villagers from atop a log, "The future site of Rome, it is here, our great journey will begin. Here, an empire is founded, for it is here, that we shall rise."
