Global Nexus
Terran Confederate
- Joined
- Jul 13, 2003
- Messages
- 1,109
Now that I think about it...Mali shouldn't have any galleys, unless they can sail the river...
staznesV: Gateway to an Alternate World
- Thread starter Azale
- Start date
The Mori were in trouble food was short and so it seemed loyalty was becoming. Though any breakoff clans would be little trouble a permanent solution had to appear. The current Shogun was sent with his armies across the waves to seize control of other islands in a hope of gaining more land to produce food while the current Economic leader began plans to up farming production.
OOC: i know its short but Azale i cant write about my orders too much
OOC: i know its short but Azale i cant write about my orders too much
Global Nexus
Terran Confederate
- Joined
- Jul 13, 2003
- Messages
- 1,109
OOC: Oh, and all these quotes are being done in an Alpha Centauri-ish way. ^^ Just for reference as to where I got the idea for them. Unfortunately, all I can think of at the moment is just that a quote. But Ill hopefully have material to help make a story next turn.
Story
The river is our life, our heritage. From it comes food, water, sustenance. All we need to survive. But there are great stretches of land around us land not near the great river, which cannot provide for our immediate needs. For now it is mysterious to us, but someday, somehow, I know we will explore it. Cultivate it. Yet we shall surely forever remain thankful for our river.
-- Sundiata Keita I,
The River and the Tribe
Orders:
1) Expand, if possible, as according to the map. Each arrow represents 100 Spearmen and 50 Archers which are to scout out and explore the area, then secure it for settlers and such. Any first contacts with other civilizations or barbarian tribes are to be taken cautiously and in a friendly manner.
2) The remaining Spearmen and Archers are to take guard duty in and around Timbuktu. They are also to serve sort of as slight enforcers of basic laws thieves are to be stopped and captured [not killed!] for punishment. The laws should always be enforced fairly, and should any soldier be discovered using his basic law enforcement for his own gain, said soldier will be punished [IE, flogged]. If a soldier does it more than once, then that soldier shall be summarily executed. Corruption will not be tolerated in the military ranks!
3) Form a designated market area in an easily-accessible part of Timbuktu. Guards will be posted to help stop thievery [along with any Spearmen or Archers that are nearby to assist] and will follow the same guidelines as soldiers with the same punishments. This area will be open to all merchants, and will hopefully serve to make trade easier than it was prior to this marketplaces creation. [Increase Economy]
[OOC: Oh yes, the amount of territory I have and the color my territory is in is just a representation made by me for the expansion map. Actual size and color is of course up to you, Azale. ^^;]
Story
The river is our life, our heritage. From it comes food, water, sustenance. All we need to survive. But there are great stretches of land around us land not near the great river, which cannot provide for our immediate needs. For now it is mysterious to us, but someday, somehow, I know we will explore it. Cultivate it. Yet we shall surely forever remain thankful for our river.
-- Sundiata Keita I,
The River and the Tribe
Orders:
1) Expand, if possible, as according to the map. Each arrow represents 100 Spearmen and 50 Archers which are to scout out and explore the area, then secure it for settlers and such. Any first contacts with other civilizations or barbarian tribes are to be taken cautiously and in a friendly manner.
2) The remaining Spearmen and Archers are to take guard duty in and around Timbuktu. They are also to serve sort of as slight enforcers of basic laws thieves are to be stopped and captured [not killed!] for punishment. The laws should always be enforced fairly, and should any soldier be discovered using his basic law enforcement for his own gain, said soldier will be punished [IE, flogged]. If a soldier does it more than once, then that soldier shall be summarily executed. Corruption will not be tolerated in the military ranks!
3) Form a designated market area in an easily-accessible part of Timbuktu. Guards will be posted to help stop thievery [along with any Spearmen or Archers that are nearby to assist] and will follow the same guidelines as soldiers with the same punishments. This area will be open to all merchants, and will hopefully serve to make trade easier than it was prior to this marketplaces creation. [Increase Economy]
[OOC: Oh yes, the amount of territory I have and the color my territory is in is just a representation made by me for the expansion map. Actual size and color is of course up to you, Azale. ^^;]
Attachments
ZanyPlebeian
Chieftain
- Joined
- May 21, 2005
- Messages
- 99
Opening paragraph of Mongol written history, as dictated by King Kublai, from his Palace:
"War ended quite suddenly. We saw, as one people, that Mongolia would never be great. And it changed us. After our revelation, we drove our tent stakes deeper than we ever had before. This city of tents, this city of 10 Mongol tribes, was to be known as Ulaan Baatar."
EDIT: Orders PMed.
"War ended quite suddenly. We saw, as one people, that Mongolia would never be great. And it changed us. After our revelation, we drove our tent stakes deeper than we ever had before. This city of tents, this city of 10 Mongol tribes, was to be known as Ulaan Baatar."
EDIT: Orders PMed.
conehead234
Braves on the Warpath
Despite the almost constant warring, Byzantine had grown into an economic powerhouse. A road system was established. The Via Julius linked Byzantium and Thebes together, then the Via Vina linking Corinth to Thebes. This entire route is known better to the traders and merchants as the Via Graecia. Crossing the northern Greek Penisula, the important trade route is the main highway for the flow of trade from Athens to Byzantium, to the northern Balkens. From the city of Byzantium, trade reaches the far shores of the Crimea Penisula and then the lands of the Rus.
The most important link in this chain is the city of Byzantium. Located at the straights linking the Aegean with the Mediterranean, it is the only way into the Black Sea. The city is the grandest in the world, with walls protecting the capital from attack. Under construction in the grand port of Byzantium, soon to be greatest in the world. Byzantium is also the center of the Byzantine Empire, possessing the largest population, the city is an important governmental center.
Emperor Julius is preparing the Imperial army, to led himself into Asia to defeat the Hittite hoard. Crossing into Asia, they will pass through Nicea on the Via Victoriae, the way of victory, to Ankara to defeat the Hittites. The best soldiers in the empire are going to fight in Asia for the glory of the Byzantines. Asia will soon be under our control and the Hittites, punished.
The most important link in this chain is the city of Byzantium. Located at the straights linking the Aegean with the Mediterranean, it is the only way into the Black Sea. The city is the grandest in the world, with walls protecting the capital from attack. Under construction in the grand port of Byzantium, soon to be greatest in the world. Byzantium is also the center of the Byzantine Empire, possessing the largest population, the city is an important governmental center.
Emperor Julius is preparing the Imperial army, to led himself into Asia to defeat the Hittite hoard. Crossing into Asia, they will pass through Nicea on the Via Victoriae, the way of victory, to Ankara to defeat the Hittites. The best soldiers in the empire are going to fight in Asia for the glory of the Byzantines. Asia will soon be under our control and the Hittites, punished.
Polarbearum, an alternate universe
Scribe: You old goat, you still think you were in the Great War? That was only Byzantium and the Hittites, and we didn't get involved! Sparta actually was at peace for a while! No, I distinctly remember...nothing. Scribe: That's my point!
Scribe: You old goat, you still think you were in the Great War? That was only Byzantium and the Hittites, and we didn't get involved! Sparta actually was at peace for a while! No, I distinctly remember...nothing. Scribe: That's my point!
Grandmaster
Deity
OOC: As interested as I initially was with my concept of Carthage in East Africa, I've come to realize that a Carthaginian-type state wouldn't really work that well in the area, mostly on account of not needing a strong navy, for lack of rival naval powers. So, I will be taking, instead, the dreaded Xiong-Nu of the Mongolian steppes.
Xiong-Nu Confederation
Tribal Confederation
Capital: Longcheng
Ruler: Shanyu Modun / Grandmaster
Economy: Stable
Army: 500 Spearmen, 500 Archers
Navy: 50 Galleys
Culture: 1
Education: 0
Wonders:
Notes:
It was quiet on the steppe. The wind blew calmly over the wide open plains, broken only occasionally by the low-lying form of plains brush. A few steppe deer grazed over near a small stream. The horses seemed eager to chase the smaller beasts, eager for the hunt for which they had been bred; but today was not a day for hunting. The riders had traveled many miles to this place. Just beyond the flat stretch of land before them was the village of Longcheng, a small farming community, in that regard unique among the people of the Steppe. This was the village where the lords had chosen to assemble. This was the village where the future of the Xiong-Nu would be forged.
Modun took some water from his water-skin. He had ridden a great distance to attend this meeting. The lords had called this meeting to settle disputes and demarcate boundaries for their tribes. But Modun had a different idea of what should be decided at this assembyl in Longcheng.
Though only a young lord, Modun was ambitious. He had proven himself in hunting and in war, both against the neighboring Mongol tribes and against his fellow Xiong-Nu. He could ride and fight as well as any man, and perhaps better than most. But more importantly, he had a vision. He still remembered the words his father had spoken to him out on the plain when he was a young boy:
"Look, father, steppe-deer! Let us hunt them!"
"No, my son, this is not our land. This is Idil's land."
"So what if it is Idil's land? How can a man claim to possess land when he is not treading upon it? And besides, if Idil is angered that we hunt on his land, we will kill him."
"No, my son. You are right that land can only belong to those who ride upon it. But it is foolish for Xiong-Nu to kill Xiong-Nu."
These words Modun had kept in his heart since that day. He alone of the lords knew that it was foolish for Xiong-Nu to kill Xiong-Nu. He alone knew that the land should belong to them, that not boundary should ever divide the endless plain, that the kingdom of the Xiong-Nu, united and shared, should stretch to the unknown horizon, and that every Xiong-Nu man should be free to ride that range as he pleased. Modun had a plan for a better way. No more petty tribal conflicts, no more weakness and subservience to the Mongols. The Xiong-Nu would be united and strong, and together would conquer the world.
And so Modun rode to the village of Longcheng, where in a tent sat assembled the great lords of the Xiong-Nu tribe, and beside these lords he took his seat. The discussion turned to tribal boundaries and hunting rights, and here Modun stood to address his peers.
"Brothers, kinsmen, warriors; we have traveled many days and many weary miles to assemble here today. We come from the far reaches of the steppe, to this village of Longcheng, to settle territorial disputes and decide who may hunt what animals where. I know that hunting is of the utmost importance to our way of life; but I say to you that the demarcation of lands and the fighting of tribes is foolishness. We are all Xiong-Nu. We were all born upon the same open range, and shall all die upon the same plains, be it gloriously as warriors or peacefully in old age. We all speak the same tongue and eat the same food and ride the same horses. What reason, then, is there to divide ourselves into tribes, to make war against each other? This division, this conflict, has prevented us from taking our place as masters of the world. We have lived since the dawn of time under the shadow of the Mongols. Why? Because never once have we recognized that they are Mongols and we are Xiong-Nu, and that we should stand together to defeat them. Together we are far stronger than any Mongol tribe. Together we can defeat any foe. If we stand alone, we shall never be anything more than we..."
Modun was stopped by an old lord, the elder of the meeting.
"And what do you say we should be, boy? What should we do?"
Modun looked the old man in the eye, his eyes blazing with ferocity.
"We should rule the world."
The assembly continued on for three days. At the meeting's conclusion, the lords gathered their riders. A proclamation was to be taken to every clan and every village. The Xiong-Nu tribes were to be united under the rule of a single King, a single Son of Heaven, the Shanyu. Modun was to be declared the first Shanyu; he would hold court in Longcheng, and from that court rule over the local lords and all the lands of the Xiong-Nu. The era of division had come to an end. The Xiong-Nu Confederation was born.
And then Modun changed his mind and decided the Mongols could be friends, instead of enemies. And there was much dancing and drinking.
Xiong-Nu Confederation
Tribal Confederation
Capital: Longcheng
Ruler: Shanyu Modun / Grandmaster
Economy: Stable
Army: 500 Spearmen, 500 Archers
Navy: 50 Galleys
Culture: 1
Education: 0
Wonders:
Notes:
It was quiet on the steppe. The wind blew calmly over the wide open plains, broken only occasionally by the low-lying form of plains brush. A few steppe deer grazed over near a small stream. The horses seemed eager to chase the smaller beasts, eager for the hunt for which they had been bred; but today was not a day for hunting. The riders had traveled many miles to this place. Just beyond the flat stretch of land before them was the village of Longcheng, a small farming community, in that regard unique among the people of the Steppe. This was the village where the lords had chosen to assemble. This was the village where the future of the Xiong-Nu would be forged.
Modun took some water from his water-skin. He had ridden a great distance to attend this meeting. The lords had called this meeting to settle disputes and demarcate boundaries for their tribes. But Modun had a different idea of what should be decided at this assembyl in Longcheng.
Though only a young lord, Modun was ambitious. He had proven himself in hunting and in war, both against the neighboring Mongol tribes and against his fellow Xiong-Nu. He could ride and fight as well as any man, and perhaps better than most. But more importantly, he had a vision. He still remembered the words his father had spoken to him out on the plain when he was a young boy:
"Look, father, steppe-deer! Let us hunt them!"
"No, my son, this is not our land. This is Idil's land."
"So what if it is Idil's land? How can a man claim to possess land when he is not treading upon it? And besides, if Idil is angered that we hunt on his land, we will kill him."
"No, my son. You are right that land can only belong to those who ride upon it. But it is foolish for Xiong-Nu to kill Xiong-Nu."
These words Modun had kept in his heart since that day. He alone of the lords knew that it was foolish for Xiong-Nu to kill Xiong-Nu. He alone knew that the land should belong to them, that not boundary should ever divide the endless plain, that the kingdom of the Xiong-Nu, united and shared, should stretch to the unknown horizon, and that every Xiong-Nu man should be free to ride that range as he pleased. Modun had a plan for a better way. No more petty tribal conflicts, no more weakness and subservience to the Mongols. The Xiong-Nu would be united and strong, and together would conquer the world.
And so Modun rode to the village of Longcheng, where in a tent sat assembled the great lords of the Xiong-Nu tribe, and beside these lords he took his seat. The discussion turned to tribal boundaries and hunting rights, and here Modun stood to address his peers.
"Brothers, kinsmen, warriors; we have traveled many days and many weary miles to assemble here today. We come from the far reaches of the steppe, to this village of Longcheng, to settle territorial disputes and decide who may hunt what animals where. I know that hunting is of the utmost importance to our way of life; but I say to you that the demarcation of lands and the fighting of tribes is foolishness. We are all Xiong-Nu. We were all born upon the same open range, and shall all die upon the same plains, be it gloriously as warriors or peacefully in old age. We all speak the same tongue and eat the same food and ride the same horses. What reason, then, is there to divide ourselves into tribes, to make war against each other? This division, this conflict, has prevented us from taking our place as masters of the world. We have lived since the dawn of time under the shadow of the Mongols. Why? Because never once have we recognized that they are Mongols and we are Xiong-Nu, and that we should stand together to defeat them. Together we are far stronger than any Mongol tribe. Together we can defeat any foe. If we stand alone, we shall never be anything more than we..."
Modun was stopped by an old lord, the elder of the meeting.
"And what do you say we should be, boy? What should we do?"
Modun looked the old man in the eye, his eyes blazing with ferocity.
"We should rule the world."
The assembly continued on for three days. At the meeting's conclusion, the lords gathered their riders. A proclamation was to be taken to every clan and every village. The Xiong-Nu tribes were to be united under the rule of a single King, a single Son of Heaven, the Shanyu. Modun was to be declared the first Shanyu; he would hold court in Longcheng, and from that court rule over the local lords and all the lands of the Xiong-Nu. The era of division had come to an end. The Xiong-Nu Confederation was born.
And then Modun changed his mind and decided the Mongols could be friends, instead of enemies. And there was much dancing and drinking.
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
*raises hand* u also know that a noob joined as Mongolia and that it would be terrible for their experience to either be conscripted into your fight against China, or crushed by you. This is not an attempt for you to move to another nation
Grandmaster
Deity
Ooh, did he? I must've missed it. Sorry. 
Guess I'll have to take some other steppe nomads, then. Sarmatians or Magyars, perhaps. Unless of course he'd like to form a nice steppe alliance, against, say, China.
Guess I'll have to take some other steppe nomads, then. Sarmatians or Magyars, perhaps. Unless of course he'd like to form a nice steppe alliance, against, say, China.
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
*sighs* well, i'm just here to make it enjoyable for the noob. i wouldn't mind if he and you formed an alliance.
P.S, we'll send u money for u not to attack us.
P.S, we'll send u money for u not to attack us.
Grandmaster
Deity
To Mongols:
From Xiong-Nu:
We are both peoples of the great Steppe, similar in language, culture, and way of life. To our south are the so-called "civilized" men of China. They look down upon our peoples, as though we were in some way their inferiors. I say we are their betters, in the arts of riding, hunting, warfighting, and lovemaking. Let us stand together as kinsmen and together teach these proud Chinese some humility.
To China:
From Xiong-Nu:
What is this? Proud Chinese offering us gold and luxuries to not destroy their cities? You insult us. We accept.
From Xiong-Nu:
We are both peoples of the great Steppe, similar in language, culture, and way of life. To our south are the so-called "civilized" men of China. They look down upon our peoples, as though we were in some way their inferiors. I say we are their betters, in the arts of riding, hunting, warfighting, and lovemaking. Let us stand together as kinsmen and together teach these proud Chinese some humility.
To China:
From Xiong-Nu:
What is this? Proud Chinese offering us gold and luxuries to not destroy their cities? You insult us. We accept.
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
OOC: there is no china , a lot of dynasties really the closes one Yan, i'm Shu, there's Shang, and Fuzhou. and i was joking 
, a lot of dynasties really the closes one Yan, i'm Shu, there's Shang, and Fuzhou. and i was joking Grandmaster
Deity
To Shu:
From Xiong-Nu:
Oh, joking, eh? Well. You just see what we do. We'll see whose telling jokes when your cities are burning and your children are hanging from trees. So there. Jokesters.
From Xiong-Nu:
Oh, joking, eh? Well. You just see what we do. We'll see whose telling jokes when your cities are burning and your children are hanging from trees. So there. Jokesters.
ThomAnder
Deity
- Joined
- Mar 26, 2004
- Messages
- 2,237
When i joined all was quiet cept for the manchu barbarians... then there's the gobi mongol barbarians... then a mongol nation... and now a xiong nu nation too 
To: Shu, Fuzhou
From: Yan
How does a defensive alliance against possible northern intrusion sound to you?
To: Shu, Fuzhou
From: Yan
How does a defensive alliance against possible northern intrusion sound to you?
Grandmaster
Deity
OOC: We kind of ARE the barbarians. But its ultimately up to Azale. As is whether I stay as the Xiong-Nu or move farther west.
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
OOC: azale's quite pleased that East asia's attracted so much interest, first it was just tyrion, me and das. Now the players have doubled.
Grandmaster
Deity
The great and benevolent Shanyu has elected to betrove peace upon the world by making his nation not exist, and instead taking the Sarmatians. Location, stats, and story tomorrow. You can breathe now, assorted Chinese dynasties.
Similar threads
