staznesV: Gateway to an Alternate World
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conehead234
Braves on the Warpath
To: Athens, Sparta, Bulguria
From: Byzantium
Do you wish to join in an alliance for the protection of the Balkens. We can call it the Balken Defense and Trade Alliance.
To: Hittites
From: Byzantium
Your army is trapped and your capital besieged, surrender now.
From: Byzantium
Do you wish to join in an alliance for the protection of the Balkens. We can call it the Balken Defense and Trade Alliance.
To: Hittites
From: Byzantium
Your army is trapped and your capital besieged, surrender now.
das
Regeneration In Process
What are you talking about? *Gets bitten by a polar bear, hides in the closet and blackmails the bear into submission*
Good update, Azale! But, ofcourse, I have a complaint about Taiwan... I ordered you to attack and KILL OFF the Fuzhou first, and take care of Shao-li only AFTER we've dealt with Fuzhou. Also, where are the rebellions?
@erez, i couldve sworn i....well, your supposed to have 1 extra eco for this turn, but i forgot to add it in the update. youll get it
@das, as far as the rebellions go...thier there dont worry
From: Kievan Rus
To: Sarmatia
We agree.
@das, as far as the rebellions go...thier there dont worry
From: Kievan Rus
To: Sarmatia
We agree.
erez87
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OOC: Ok look. I grown my army (ones or twice? not sure, I think ones). 1 eco lost. I got 1 eco from slaves this turn (says so in update), and we could say 1 eco from pllundering? So I should have growing economy 
btw 1 time eco bonus is like getting a normal 1 eco... cause this is no spending points but regular economy game...
btw did you updated stats?
IC:
to Etrusca:
We are smarter, faster and stronger. Surrender and you cities will not be pllundered anymore and we will not inslave your population.
btw 1 time eco bonus is like getting a normal 1 eco... cause this is no spending points but regular economy game...
btw did you updated stats?
IC:
to Etrusca:
We are smarter, faster and stronger. Surrender and you cities will not be pllundered anymore and we will not inslave your population.
OOC: Azale have u updated stats?
Iron age UU: Zulu heavy infantry
These warriors are elite soldiers, the strongest, bravest and most loyal men in Zulu's army. Experience they have got from recent wars combined with their high discipline training makes them a force to be feared.
They use mainly long spears but they have swords for close-combat situations. They have chest, arm and leg armours, and they carry large shield that protects from enemy arrows.
Iron age UU: Zulu heavy infantry
These warriors are elite soldiers, the strongest, bravest and most loyal men in Zulu's army. Experience they have got from recent wars combined with their high discipline training makes them a force to be feared.
They use mainly long spears but they have swords for close-combat situations. They have chest, arm and leg armours, and they carry large shield that protects from enemy arrows.
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das
Regeneration In Process
I don't see any...
Grandmaster
Deity
The ceremony was unlike any the Kievans had ever seen. The tent-camp that served as the Sarmatian field headquarters was by no means the great city Kiev was. But upon entering the King's tent, the Kievans realized that the Sarmatians were not quite so uncivilized as they had initially believed. The tent, larger than the others, was well-furnished with gold, silver, wooden items, and armors; the air was perfumed with sweet waters and spices.
The King of the Sarmatian Tribes stood in the center of the tent, regally turned out in his finest ceremonial armor and furs, a great gilded sword hanging at his side. About him stood the finest warriors in Sarmatia, men who had distinguished themselves in the campaign against the Borie Rus. These were the tribal aristocracy, the King's right-hand men. They, too, were well-dressed, some in their own ceremonial armor and furs, others in furs, robes, and other items taken as plunder from the Borie Rus. A sense of ceremony and solemnity hung over the assembly.
The King of Kiev approached Beukan, his delegation behind him. The two Kings locked eyes for a moment. The tent was silent.
The Beukan extended his hand.
"Welcome, Kievan King. You are among friends and kinsmen."
"Thank you, Sarmatian King. I bring with me your friends and kinsmen."
And with that the Kings shook hands.
The priests and warrior-elders of the Sarmatian tribes officiated over the ceremony. The two Kings exchanged weapons and other items, then each took a drink of vodka from the other's flask. Finally, the King of Kiev kneeled before Beukan. Beukan drew his sword, and put it on the King's shoulder. Tapping each shoulder, and his head, the Sarmatian King then sheathed his sword.
"Arise, brother. You are a king among kings, a prince of the confederation. May we always ride together to victory; may our warriors fight together to conquer all foes."
And so, with this strange ceremony, the Kievan Rus kingdom joined the Sarmatian confederation. Two armies and two kings who had fought together on the steppes of the Borie Rus had now joined together to form one great nation. The world would shudder in fear.
The King of the Sarmatian Tribes stood in the center of the tent, regally turned out in his finest ceremonial armor and furs, a great gilded sword hanging at his side. About him stood the finest warriors in Sarmatia, men who had distinguished themselves in the campaign against the Borie Rus. These were the tribal aristocracy, the King's right-hand men. They, too, were well-dressed, some in their own ceremonial armor and furs, others in furs, robes, and other items taken as plunder from the Borie Rus. A sense of ceremony and solemnity hung over the assembly.
The King of Kiev approached Beukan, his delegation behind him. The two Kings locked eyes for a moment. The tent was silent.
The Beukan extended his hand.
"Welcome, Kievan King. You are among friends and kinsmen."
"Thank you, Sarmatian King. I bring with me your friends and kinsmen."
And with that the Kings shook hands.
The priests and warrior-elders of the Sarmatian tribes officiated over the ceremony. The two Kings exchanged weapons and other items, then each took a drink of vodka from the other's flask. Finally, the King of Kiev kneeled before Beukan. Beukan drew his sword, and put it on the King's shoulder. Tapping each shoulder, and his head, the Sarmatian King then sheathed his sword.
"Arise, brother. You are a king among kings, a prince of the confederation. May we always ride together to victory; may our warriors fight together to conquer all foes."
And so, with this strange ceremony, the Kievan Rus kingdom joined the Sarmatian confederation. Two armies and two kings who had fought together on the steppes of the Borie Rus had now joined together to form one great nation. The world would shudder in fear.
Grandmaster
Deity
To Sibur Mongols and Caucasians:
From Sarmatians:
Look to the Kievans as an example. Only in unity can we vanquish our enemies and conquer new lands. It is foolish for peoples of the steppe to fight amongst themselves. Join the confederation as equals, and win wealth and glory alongside our great warriors.
To Yan-we-who-don't-know-exist:
From Sarmatians:
We should be.
From Sarmatians:
Look to the Kievans as an example. Only in unity can we vanquish our enemies and conquer new lands. It is foolish for peoples of the steppe to fight amongst themselves. Join the confederation as equals, and win wealth and glory alongside our great warriors.
To Yan-we-who-don't-know-exist:
From Sarmatians:
We should be.
conehead234
Braves on the Warpath
To:Sparta
From:Byzantium
Great! Athens and Bulguria have already agreed.
From:Byzantium
Great! Athens and Bulguria have already agreed.
Communisto
Condottiere
my good azale, what does it cost to build roads?
North King
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A droplet of water rang with the fury of the heavens as it splashed softly onto Chandraguptas head. The cold trickle of water ran slowly down a cheek as he stared at the small, gushing stream of water that poured out of the lions mouth onto the gardens he stood upon.
That lion had seen better years; its face was old, scarred, pitted. One of the carefully shaped silver whiskers remained, tarnished slightly, bent at an odd angle, the rest were gone; stolen, most like. The deep set eyes of colored diamonds sparkled as they glared malevolently down on he who would intrude here, and the teeth were a foot long, out of ivory. One of the ears was half broken.
The old warrior had been born in an age of turmoil, and now she stood five hundred years later. Guiding the Mauryans. Guarding their sacred home with those ancient eyes. And the water fell out of her mouth, splashing gently down, watering the garden of a dynasty.
His eyes wandered little, each time they might stray, they were riveted back to that gaze, that gaze which had never wavered, never faltered.
He reached a tentative hand out to her mouth, his eyes never leaving the eyes of the guardian. Cupping it slightly, a bit of water splashed into his hand, and he withdrew it quickly, a small pool remaining. The rest trickled softly, falling off of his knuckles in minuscule droplets.
Raising his hand to his mouth, he drank her waters, drank deeply from the mouth that had given drink to so many Mauryans.
I fear the Kali Yug is upon us.
Her face was impassive. They eyes glinted malevolently.
Shivas time.
Her eyes seemed to narrow a bit, the snarl growing just slightly wider.
Old warrior, do you know? Your beauty... It has grown more weathered.
The pits of her eyes seemed hollow now, her face a haunted, dark cove.
Is this Kalis work? Does Vishnu lack the strength to protect us now? What time is this, that it be so cold, so hard?
A tear trickled from her eye.
Must we... What... He could not start a sentence. The wind began to pick up, a soft breeze. A few dark spots appeared on the stone. Rain. The monsoon. A wolf howled in the distance at the setting sun.
Must it be this way? This slide into darkness... Surely we can stop it? Surely we can prolong the pure times? Our strength, Vishnus strength, is that not enough?
Small water droplets ran from her dark fur, splashing to the ground. Rain collected in his hair, falling down the sides of his face, their eyes locked in mortal embrace.
I came to ask for guidance... But that is folly, is it not? I... Our thoughts must come... But how? How do I save Magadha? Is this... Is this the only way? War?
The scum, they deny... They have...
There will be no peace.
Was it only he, or did she nod ever so slightly?
Avanti and Dhaka, they help us now. The Harappans are good for little, but they do aid where they can. But they... They are not enough. We have... we are outnumbered. I do not know how to correct this; they simply have more men than we can garner. Its...
His mouth twitched. He swore he could hear a faint growl. Or was that only thunder?
It is the only way, is it not? I had feared so. But tell me true, I do not wish to do it, but I fear...
She nodded ever so slightly again.
I must then. Gods save us. I will do it, then, but it... it must be far worse... than we surmised.
Of course it is worse than we surmised! Alas, I fear I am growing too old for this. Vishnu shield you, for I must go.
She nodded again, and he tore his eyes away from her gaze. His heart was beating ever so terribly...
He rose unsteadily from his knees. Water ran down his legs and onto the ground, off of his arms, his body. The rain tore down now, a furious assault of a billion billion water droplets, accompanied by the heavenly drums, thundering off of the far mountains and resounding into the valley. The Ganges itself trembled under this hail.
Turning, he bit his lip. Thank the gods it is raining... No one will see the tears.
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Amal stood at the great peaked archway that led to the sacred gardens only three of today could enter, hand resting on the pommel of his long, slightly curved blade. The rain dripped in a veritable curtain from the arch, splashing onto the white stones that paved the way of conquerors. Perhaps the gods were crying. For whom, he could not say.
His sovereign walked slowly. There was a haunted look there... One of sorrow and anger. Such was that of all the Mauryans that contemplated the gods.
Her sari clung delicately to her chest, but he affected not to notice.
My empress. He bowed. You are most beautiful. Have the gods revealed much?
Her face seemed gaunt, but that only enhanced her beauty as she tossed back her long black hair, which glistened wetly from the monsoon.
Little more than it did for my husband. She frowned slightly. Is he about?
Upstairs, my empress. Contemplating some maps, I believe.
She nodded ever so slowly, her eyes staring off to see something that was unseen by all but her.
Shall I inform him you are coming?
Her eyes flicked back to meet his.
After a pause, she shook her head slightly. No. You will hear from me soon enough Amal, but there are some demons that you cannot fight.
His mouth tightened slightly.
I will await the sovereigns summons, then.
He watched as she walked away... then she turned a corner and was gone. He turned his own way and left the palace, for what he could not say.
**********************
The gods may weep for nations or men,
but never will they weep for me.
**********************
The Ganges was a swollen mass now, wide enough to swallow an army whole beneath its waters. And the rain certainly was doing nothing to correct that.
A torrent flowed from the sky, a torrent alike flowed from the Himalayas. They were twin, and in their kinship they had formed a lion among rivers. The Ganges was unrivaled now, and all the kingdoms under heaven could not match a river to it.
The banners that lined the banks were tattered pieces of cloth now, the sigil they bore barely recognizable as the twin trees of Kura. These banners had seen more than their fair share of fighting; barely escaping the great battle with the Magadhans intact.
The men that marched under them were rough men of fearsome demeanor. Grizzly veterans alongside young farmers who had been blooded far too soon.
Damn those elephants, one murmured.
The rest nodded. Their campfire sputtered in the rain, even with the makeshift cloth over it.
We had our own.
Silence greeted this. It was true, no one could deny...
And we were the ones who faced their elephants. Faced, and nearly died. Damn those commanders.
A few nodded, more closed their eyes wearily. More snored. The rain fell, and lightning lit up the night sky briefly, a wolf howling at the distant thunder.
The soldier sighed, and bedded down himself, in the cold, wet, rain.
A hundred meters away, men shouted challenges, but this was obscured by the rain and the wind howling. He went to sleep, peaceful as a babe, on that dark and stormy night.
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To: Avanti
From: Magadha
These are dark and troubled times. The rulers of our nation have had only one child, and she has grown nearly to adulthood now, a beautiful, intelligent young lady who I have no doubt you would grow to adore if you had her in your presence right now.
I understand you have a certain prince in your nation, the only child of your sovereigns, of age with our own. It is the wish of Chandragupta to marry the one throne to another, to found a new dynasty that spans across the Ganges.
This may be what helps us out of these times. This may stave off the impending Kali Yug.
Please consider this offer carefully, my friends.
**********************
To: Hyderabad
From: Magadha
A great evil looms over the lands of the north. These men that we speak of, demons wielding their weapons with impunity, threaten to overrun us all. The Indus, the Ganges, all seem prostrate before their innumerable hordes. While we resist this the best we can, we fear ourselves to be not powerful enough to stave off this threat along.
The Kali Yug, the Age of Destruction, looms over us.
Pleaseyou claim to be sovereign of all Dravidia. Help defend it then.
That lion had seen better years; its face was old, scarred, pitted. One of the carefully shaped silver whiskers remained, tarnished slightly, bent at an odd angle, the rest were gone; stolen, most like. The deep set eyes of colored diamonds sparkled as they glared malevolently down on he who would intrude here, and the teeth were a foot long, out of ivory. One of the ears was half broken.
The old warrior had been born in an age of turmoil, and now she stood five hundred years later. Guiding the Mauryans. Guarding their sacred home with those ancient eyes. And the water fell out of her mouth, splashing gently down, watering the garden of a dynasty.
His eyes wandered little, each time they might stray, they were riveted back to that gaze, that gaze which had never wavered, never faltered.
He reached a tentative hand out to her mouth, his eyes never leaving the eyes of the guardian. Cupping it slightly, a bit of water splashed into his hand, and he withdrew it quickly, a small pool remaining. The rest trickled softly, falling off of his knuckles in minuscule droplets.
Raising his hand to his mouth, he drank her waters, drank deeply from the mouth that had given drink to so many Mauryans.
I fear the Kali Yug is upon us.
Her face was impassive. They eyes glinted malevolently.
Shivas time.
Her eyes seemed to narrow a bit, the snarl growing just slightly wider.
Old warrior, do you know? Your beauty... It has grown more weathered.
The pits of her eyes seemed hollow now, her face a haunted, dark cove.
Is this Kalis work? Does Vishnu lack the strength to protect us now? What time is this, that it be so cold, so hard?
A tear trickled from her eye.
Must we... What... He could not start a sentence. The wind began to pick up, a soft breeze. A few dark spots appeared on the stone. Rain. The monsoon. A wolf howled in the distance at the setting sun.
Must it be this way? This slide into darkness... Surely we can stop it? Surely we can prolong the pure times? Our strength, Vishnus strength, is that not enough?
Small water droplets ran from her dark fur, splashing to the ground. Rain collected in his hair, falling down the sides of his face, their eyes locked in mortal embrace.
I came to ask for guidance... But that is folly, is it not? I... Our thoughts must come... But how? How do I save Magadha? Is this... Is this the only way? War?
The scum, they deny... They have...
There will be no peace.
Was it only he, or did she nod ever so slightly?
Avanti and Dhaka, they help us now. The Harappans are good for little, but they do aid where they can. But they... They are not enough. We have... we are outnumbered. I do not know how to correct this; they simply have more men than we can garner. Its...
His mouth twitched. He swore he could hear a faint growl. Or was that only thunder?
It is the only way, is it not? I had feared so. But tell me true, I do not wish to do it, but I fear...
She nodded ever so slightly again.
I must then. Gods save us. I will do it, then, but it... it must be far worse... than we surmised.
Of course it is worse than we surmised! Alas, I fear I am growing too old for this. Vishnu shield you, for I must go.
She nodded again, and he tore his eyes away from her gaze. His heart was beating ever so terribly...
He rose unsteadily from his knees. Water ran down his legs and onto the ground, off of his arms, his body. The rain tore down now, a furious assault of a billion billion water droplets, accompanied by the heavenly drums, thundering off of the far mountains and resounding into the valley. The Ganges itself trembled under this hail.
Turning, he bit his lip. Thank the gods it is raining... No one will see the tears.
**********************
Amal stood at the great peaked archway that led to the sacred gardens only three of today could enter, hand resting on the pommel of his long, slightly curved blade. The rain dripped in a veritable curtain from the arch, splashing onto the white stones that paved the way of conquerors. Perhaps the gods were crying. For whom, he could not say.
His sovereign walked slowly. There was a haunted look there... One of sorrow and anger. Such was that of all the Mauryans that contemplated the gods.
Her sari clung delicately to her chest, but he affected not to notice.
My empress. He bowed. You are most beautiful. Have the gods revealed much?
Her face seemed gaunt, but that only enhanced her beauty as she tossed back her long black hair, which glistened wetly from the monsoon.
Little more than it did for my husband. She frowned slightly. Is he about?
Upstairs, my empress. Contemplating some maps, I believe.
She nodded ever so slowly, her eyes staring off to see something that was unseen by all but her.
Shall I inform him you are coming?
Her eyes flicked back to meet his.
After a pause, she shook her head slightly. No. You will hear from me soon enough Amal, but there are some demons that you cannot fight.
His mouth tightened slightly.
I will await the sovereigns summons, then.
He watched as she walked away... then she turned a corner and was gone. He turned his own way and left the palace, for what he could not say.
**********************
The gods may weep for nations or men,
but never will they weep for me.
**********************
The Ganges was a swollen mass now, wide enough to swallow an army whole beneath its waters. And the rain certainly was doing nothing to correct that.
A torrent flowed from the sky, a torrent alike flowed from the Himalayas. They were twin, and in their kinship they had formed a lion among rivers. The Ganges was unrivaled now, and all the kingdoms under heaven could not match a river to it.
The banners that lined the banks were tattered pieces of cloth now, the sigil they bore barely recognizable as the twin trees of Kura. These banners had seen more than their fair share of fighting; barely escaping the great battle with the Magadhans intact.
The men that marched under them were rough men of fearsome demeanor. Grizzly veterans alongside young farmers who had been blooded far too soon.
Damn those elephants, one murmured.
The rest nodded. Their campfire sputtered in the rain, even with the makeshift cloth over it.
We had our own.
Silence greeted this. It was true, no one could deny...
And we were the ones who faced their elephants. Faced, and nearly died. Damn those commanders.
A few nodded, more closed their eyes wearily. More snored. The rain fell, and lightning lit up the night sky briefly, a wolf howling at the distant thunder.
The soldier sighed, and bedded down himself, in the cold, wet, rain.
A hundred meters away, men shouted challenges, but this was obscured by the rain and the wind howling. He went to sleep, peaceful as a babe, on that dark and stormy night.
**********************
To: Avanti
From: Magadha
These are dark and troubled times. The rulers of our nation have had only one child, and she has grown nearly to adulthood now, a beautiful, intelligent young lady who I have no doubt you would grow to adore if you had her in your presence right now.
I understand you have a certain prince in your nation, the only child of your sovereigns, of age with our own. It is the wish of Chandragupta to marry the one throne to another, to found a new dynasty that spans across the Ganges.
This may be what helps us out of these times. This may stave off the impending Kali Yug.
Please consider this offer carefully, my friends.
**********************
To: Hyderabad
From: Magadha
A great evil looms over the lands of the north. These men that we speak of, demons wielding their weapons with impunity, threaten to overrun us all. The Indus, the Ganges, all seem prostrate before their innumerable hordes. While we resist this the best we can, we fear ourselves to be not powerful enough to stave off this threat along.
The Kali Yug, the Age of Destruction, looms over us.
Pleaseyou claim to be sovereign of all Dravidia. Help defend it then.
Communisto
Condottiere
Tadhg looked up at the fluttering banner. It was frayed but flew strong in the rain. It was the banner of MacNessa, and by the gods, it still flew. Tadhg looked over the bow of the great ship as it lurched it's way across the Irish Sea. The rain was heavey and the hard winds of the storm pushed the galley across the waters. The whole world seemed to be be drowning in an evil rain, as if the the heavens had grown tired with the dark sins of men and decided to cast them down. His wet hair matted to his face as he slowly made his way across the deck of the mighty Eibhleann to his captain, who stood bravely at the head of the ship staring ominously at the waves. The captain never wore boots on the ship, Tadhg didnt know why, it had always been like that. That was how he comanded, that was how he fought and some say that was why the Eibhleann still floated.
"We should never have done that" his captain yelled back to him over the deafening noise that was the storm. He kept his eyes on the sea. "The Caledonians were our allies."
"Jarlath, there was no other way! It was either that or be dragged into a war with the Norse over some frozen island"
Jarlath turned.
"We massacred half wounded men." His icey blue eyes seemed to fixate on his crewman. "We knew those men, by the gods men on this ship are from Caledonia!"
"Regardless" Tadhg spoke not quite knowing what to say. "We stopped a war that would have taken more men by halting a Caledonian invasion of the island."
"The king of the Nords is a mad man, he will not stop now." He spat into the angry waters. "What is the point of a strong Ireland if she stands alone...?"
"We still have England" on that, Jarlath turned and walked past Tadhg toward the door that lead to below the deck. Upon reaching it he stopped and turned.
"Yes, we have England. The killers of Mercy, for how long do we hold them as allies?" with that, he dissapeared below into the wooden hull.
***
Outside the palace of Conchobhar MacNessa stood, row upon row, the warriors of Cuchulainn. They spoke as one to the King of Eireann.
"Hail, king of Eire, Heir of Fiann, keeper of the west Isle."
They marched by, one by one saluting their lord. In the distance bagpipes wailed in the rain.
Spears flashed, swords waved, voices howled, the gods were angry
"We should never have done that" his captain yelled back to him over the deafening noise that was the storm. He kept his eyes on the sea. "The Caledonians were our allies."
"Jarlath, there was no other way! It was either that or be dragged into a war with the Norse over some frozen island"
Jarlath turned.
"We massacred half wounded men." His icey blue eyes seemed to fixate on his crewman. "We knew those men, by the gods men on this ship are from Caledonia!"
"Regardless" Tadhg spoke not quite knowing what to say. "We stopped a war that would have taken more men by halting a Caledonian invasion of the island."
"The king of the Nords is a mad man, he will not stop now." He spat into the angry waters. "What is the point of a strong Ireland if she stands alone...?"
"We still have England" on that, Jarlath turned and walked past Tadhg toward the door that lead to below the deck. Upon reaching it he stopped and turned.
"Yes, we have England. The killers of Mercy, for how long do we hold them as allies?" with that, he dissapeared below into the wooden hull.
***
Outside the palace of Conchobhar MacNessa stood, row upon row, the warriors of Cuchulainn. They spoke as one to the King of Eireann.
"Hail, king of Eire, Heir of Fiann, keeper of the west Isle."
They marched by, one by one saluting their lord. In the distance bagpipes wailed in the rain.
Spears flashed, swords waved, voices howled, the gods were angry
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
OOC: *shakes head* vikings by nature, vikings by trade, u think norway will stop? 
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