stJNES: Low Tide

"The entire earth was once cold and barren, a desolate, miserable place. The tribes wandered from place to place, seeking to eke out a living; they hunted, fished and gathered roots. They had little, and fought each other over that little, for sometimes it was just enough to allow continued survival.

And so it was that the gods took pity on the mortals. They decided to create a better land for the most worthy of the mortals, so that they could live in a more worthwile manner and properly glorify the gods. The moon-god Kushuh set aside with his sickle a crescent of land in the middle of the earth, and the sun-god Shimegi blessed it with his light and heat; then Hepa, the wife of the great god Teshup, watered the land with rivers and granted it fertility. To guard this land from winds and enemies alike, her son Sarruma raised the great mountain ranges to the north and the east, while Nergu, though disfavoured among the gods, burned the lands to the south and the west, so creating the deserts. And Teshup himself, the mightiest of gods, flew in his chariot and sent the word: let all those who think themselves worthy come and cross the deserts or the mountains, and settle in the land.

And many peoples came there, and lived in plentitude under divine blessings. They built villages, towns and cities, and at first were grateful, as all sought to outdo the others in pleasing gods. Many sacrifices were offered, and majestic temples were erected. Yet over time, these peoples grew weak, corrupt and petty-minded; they turned away from the gods and indeed many of their ruelrs proclaimed themselves gods. And they were punished; famines and plagues weakened them, and new peoples moved in, replacing them. Yet while the old peoples were decadent and complacent, the new ones were cruel and vilent; they razed cities, desecrated temples and fought each other like the beasts they were; and darkness fell upon the fertile crescent, for none could win. Still, intimidated by Teshup, these peoples learned to recognise the gods; for they did respect power, though nothing else was sacred to them. From amongst these people came many great conquerors, who sometimes conquered the entire fertile crescent; but their great kingdoms would then collapse into bickering once more, for such was their way.

So the gods grew tired of it, and tried to tame these peoples. Neither plague nor flood could destroy that which these peoples could not destroy by themselves, however; and so instead the gods themselves attacked them, and forced them to submit. Then many were forced to settle down and interbreed with what remained of the old peoples, whom the invaders held in contempt; and so not all accepted, and instead fled to the corners of the crescent, hiding from the justice of gods to this day. The others agreed to submit, however, and were allowed to remain in Mesopotamia.

Yet as generations changed, again these mongrel people grew rebellious. They inherited the worst traits from both peoples; new greedy and arrogant kings arose in their squalorous cities, and, declaring themselves gods, set out on wars of conquest, to destroy those who remained faithful. And the gods despaired of setting those people straight - or the remnants of the new people that still raided the fields from their desert and mountain hideouts, or those of the old people that settled an remained in the west. For they were all clearly flawed from the start, and now new peoples were needed.

And so it was that my grandfather Mattivaza, the ruler of all the Huurri, was sought out by Teshup, the king of gods. And the sovereign of sky told him to lead his people south; and so my granfather did, for he was wise and knew the gods well. Through the perilous mountain passes of the northern mountains did our people go; the new peoples tried to attack us, but we were mighty and blessed, and fought them off with our mighty axes and spears. Also the desert of Sur we crossed; here the mongrels sought to subdue us, and sent forth an army of many men - but our chariots were and remain the swiftest and the most powerful in the world, and so the enemy army was scattered across the world, and we proceeded, unimpeded, to our destination. Then my grandfather saw Halab, then ruled by the old people; and he told me that it was from there that our reign will begin. So we charged into Halab, and slaughtered a great many enemies; so the old rulers were forced to submit, and we now ruled that city, and all the people there were now to serve us as we serve the gods. Alas, my grandfather died in battle, stabbed in the back by one of the old people guards.

Then my father, Saustatar, took power; and he too was visited by Teshup, whom we also call the law-giver - for that was the mistake of gods with the previous peoples, as they were bereft of true divine law, and so now Teshup came to grant us law. And so scribes were sought out amongst the conquered ones, and were made to write down the new code of law. Such was the law that my father was made king; for a kingdom must be ruled by a king, so that the king will lead its armies, defend its laws and communicate with the gods. And also great power was granted to these most important servants of the king: the charioteers, the scribes and the priests. Yet also the soldiers, the merchants and the farmers were granted some rights; for they too served the king. And indeed, the law was to make sure that not even the lowliest slaves of other nations were to be destroyed without need; for to do otherwise was to invite either decadence or chaos, while the purpose of law is to prevent both and to instill discipline.

And so my father reigned in accordance to the law, allowing our realm to prosper as new lands were conquered and trade flowed. And I, too, had reigned in accordance to the law after his death; to fulfill Teshup's divine will, I marched to conquer more lands, and battled many peoples.

This tablet I, King Tushratta, had written to tell my children and further lineage of the history of our people and our land, and of the purpose of our law, for this is advice that must always be followed: reign in accordance to the law and follow the will of the gods, and for that purpose spread our rule far and further."

- The Tablet of Tushratta, Yamkhad, 20th century BC.
 
To: The Council of Elders and Merchants of Gai Nal
From: Shen Zou Foreign Ambassador of China on behalf of Shi Huangdi

Excellent! May our Nations have a harmonious and prosperous relationship.

To: Lord-Magistrate of the Zu Dominion
From: Shen Zou Foreign Ambassador of China on behalf of Shi Huangdi
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Shi Huangdi is amazed that a civilized nation has grown up so close to China. We wish to establish trade networks with your nation. Shi Huangdi invites you to send some of your scholars to Xianyang so that we may learn more Zu Perfectionism and other characteristics of your culture. Shi Huangis has sent this chest of precious stones as a sign of his goodwill.
 
OOC:

Is this Taoism of China the same "wu wei," compassionate, peaceful, and humanistic Taoism of real life or is it something else entirely?

Oh, and expect names to be changing every turn. 100 years is quite a stretch. And: Zu Perfectionism is a little like Buddhism (at the personal level) and Confucianism (at the whole orderly thing) with a strong emphasis on community.
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IC:

In a tablet that came with the Zu emissary to the Chinese is a message from the Lord-Magistrate of the Zu Dominion. It was expected that in a year or so, the emissary would have learned enough Chinese to translate the tablet so that the Chinese ruler would receive Sui-han Sung's regards.

From: Sui-han Sung, Most Rightful Lord-Magistrate of the Zu Dominion
To: Shi Huangdi, Ruler of the Western Lands of China


I greet you, Lord of All China, benefactor of the rumored compassionate ways of the Tao.

The Zu people will always be happy to trade with anyone, including the Chinese people. Let endless good come of this relationship between our two peoples.

Our council of scholars have agreed to send one of their ranks to make an embassy with China. His name is Lushan Kalev; make sure that no harm comes to him or his escort of one hundred men within your borders. We will be expecting him in four thousand and seven hundred days.

Perhaps someday we will meet, face to face. Let it not be in bloody combat, I hope.
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Of course, other diplomatic missions were not left out by the Lord-Magistrate. Emissaries were sent to follow the Yangtze river, to meet the people west of Zu.

From: Sui-han Sung, Most Rightful Lord-Magistrate of the Zu Dominion
To: The people in the near West of Zu


"Great is a family that strives perfection together. Greater yet is a community which has in its heart the goal of greatness. What more of a great country, a collection of countless communities? Only through unity is strength achievable, and it is through strength that perfection is founded."

We are welcoming you to join the glorious Zu as a part of the greater order of things.
 
Sending orders, story to be hopefully placed in this post.
 
A classic tale from ancient Zu, the first part of the tale of Lo-Zeig embodies the spirit of continuing a fight in the face of extreme adversity. Perhaps one of the most defining of Zu stories, the tale tells of a scribe (signifying the importance of good education in Zu society according to the precepts of Perfectionism) fighting a battle of wills against a wily merchant (telling of the way the economy was of that time), failing at first but succeeding, in the strangest of ways, in the end.

The tale of Lo-Zeig and the cup vendor

It was a beautiful the day in Zu-Kota, the magnificent capital city of the Zu dominion. The sun was shining down through the sparse clouds, the air cool with the misty breeze.The streets were filled with people going by their daily hustle, and none was as full of energy as the so-called Market Strip. Dogs and cats were running about with the sellers' children, and there seemed no end to the flow of shoppers coming and going from one end to another. No vendor was left idle and no buyer left unsatisfied.

The air there was filled with the loud voices of the Zu merchants, those men and women whose frugality—and, to some extent, shameful greed—was the stuff of legend. The paved stone rattled with small ponies pulling wagons of all assortments of things: knives and pots, pig and goat flesh, and even the occasional well-dressed man or a palace official. Perhaps it was not really a place for a humble scribe, but there he was, Lo-Zeig, bargaining with a cup salesman.

"Three bronze weights for ten of your finest pottery cups," said the scribe. He sounded determined, but he was half-hearted at the same time. The burly salesman was not going to be convinced any time soon, going by the all-too confident look in his face.

"No, no, no," said the large salesman with a high-pitched voice uncharacteristic of men of his build. He talked slow, but he was sure of what he was saying. As a time-hardened seller of goods and an equally experienced sailor as most of his profession were, the thin scribe seemed of no match in comparison. "Five."

"Three," said Lo-Zeig, imitating the calm but strong way the salesman had put his deal. He even looked at the salesman straight in the eye. A few moments passed, and the cup-seller smiled. A glimmer of hope fluttered in the scribe's heart, thinking that he was to finally get his deal of three bronze weights for ten fine pottery cups.

"No," replied the salesman.

The man was immovable. Lo-Zeig had tried persistence, but that seemed to have failed miserably. He did not consider yielding for even a moment, but he feared that the salesman would not, either.

"A flip of a coin, perhaps?" said Lo-Zeig, only half-meaning what he said. The salesman looked at him incredulously and closed his eyed, shaking his head. This merchant was clearly not a gambling man. That was a desperate move, and one that did not work.

"How about we settle this deal if I agree to make a good carved sign for your shop?" asked Lo-Zeig. He was, after all, a scribe. Not a well-paid one, being a modest record-keeper of one of the wealthiest, penny-pinching men in the city, but he could still write. He thought that by chance the salesman would consider that. As he waited for a reply, he pulled out a bamboo shaft and began carving the words 'three bronze weights for ten, please' in clean Zu script.

The salesman took the bamboo and examined it closely. Gladness began swelling in Lo-Zeig's chest; perhaps this meeting will end in his favor after all. After some time of staring at the well-cut lines and curves, he began stroking them with his big, calloused hands. In moments, he held it up in front of Lo-Zeig and frowned. The gladness that had been swelling in the scribe's chest vanished almost instantly.

"I have my strong voice, don't I?" said the salesman smugly. "I do not need a sign." Lo-Zeig was defeated with these words. At a loss, he was forced to pay the extortionate price of five bronze weights. However, his creative mind had already come up with the most daring and clever of plans to exact revenge upon the cup-seller who had just cheated him so.

To be continued...

By the next day, the salesman had almost forgotten about the frail-looking scribe he had been haggling with. He was a busy man, always thinking of the now and his plans rather than musing on yesterdays. A good living meant chasing the wind, men like him would usually think. In his mind, the most important thing of the moment was getting his pack-horse ready for a journey South before the rising sun got any higher.

The cup salesman soon left, presumably to buy pottery cups from the villages in the South for selling in the city proper. When Lo-Zeig, many days later, had not heard or seen of the merchant, he was grudgingly granted a vacation by his master when he requested for one. He spent much of his saved money in roding a river ferry to the West, where large trees are said to grow in plenty with the simple woodcutters who provide lumber for the rest of the Dominion.

As he traveled, he saw the quaint villages, lush forests and colorful wildlife that were not quite accessible from the city. He was not a merchant to travel so far from the city, but he did grow up in some outlying town before he went to the city after proving his skills at carving to traveling scholars. Upon reaching the fringes of Zu-governed land, however, he had taken his attention from the surroundings to what he came there for.

When he returned to Zu-Kota, he had a pack-horse and many bags of dark wood. He worked for the rest of his vacation, driven by a simple spark of anger.

"You have worked hard on this for many long days, and we have suffered some hard times on your behalf," his wife told him once. "Why don't you just give up? It is not worth it any more." Upon hearing these words, Lo-Zeig felt some contempt for his wife and simply did not speak in fear of hurting her.

By the time he had returned to the service of his master, he already finished what he was doing. It was only in a matter of days that he would know how he had fared in his plan.

"We meet again, I believe," Lo-Zeig told the cup salesman. He had once again visited the Market Strip, but this time he did not anything in particular. "How goes your business?" He had left a small knife hanging on his cloth sash, just in case the merchant did not take his revenge in good spirits.

"Wipe that smile off your face," said the salesman, a hint of suppressed anger in his eyes. "This was your doing wasn't it?"

"What is?" replied Lo-Zeig. This time he felt he was riding a war-chariot to battle. No longer did he feel small in front of the cup vendor who had defeated him not long ago. "I see no harm has come to you, and I am sure the Watch are doing their jobs well enough to keep your family safe. What causes your distress?"

"Do not act foolishly," retorted the cup salesman. "Only you could have given away the multitudes of free signs to the other salesmen. To spite me, no doubt."

"I thought you needed no sign?" said Lo-Zeig, a half-smile concealed behind a hand that he used to scratch his nose. "I offered you one, but you refused, if you could recall." He tapped one of the many unsold porcelain cups that were on the merchant's table, which only served to frustrate the cup merchant more.

"You are a crafty ghost to haunt me so, scribe," said the salesman. Taking Lo-Zeig completely by surprise, the salesman smiled. He reached into one of the chests under his table, and took a handful of coins from his earnings.

"Take your five bronze weights and two more. Make me one of your signs," the merchant said. Lo-Zeig bowed in respect after taking the money, and agreed to make a splendid wooden plaque for the cup vendor's business.

And so ends a tale from ancient Zu...
 
Nice cultural development you've got there, flyingchicken.

Is it the King Jason I see wandering the forums? ;) Is an update in the works?
 
I shall join as the "Black Horde" in Ethiopia ;).

My government shall be a military heirarchy, with no religion. The Black Horde looks down on those who have religion. This is a tribe who's members are all warriors. If anyone in the tribe is not fit for war, he becomes a slave. Women aren't part of my tribe, they're used as breeding tools only. There are a few exceptions, however, of women warriors in the tribe, but once again those are "exceptions" to the rule.

The people of this tribe only care about their ability to subjugate other peoples so that they can do the work, and the Black Horde can do the "manly" work. This being so, they have organized theirselves quite well compaired to other tribes, and their government goes as follows...

Horde General (Supreme Commander)
General's Man (To become Supreme Commander, should the Horde General die)
Hahsik (Equivelant of a lieutenant)
Hordeman (The regulars)

This is the organizational structure at this point in their history, as their numbers weren't big enough to make way for bigger scale organization.

Some people from outside tribes were sometimes admitted to the Horde, if they could prove themselves worthy enough... This usually never happened, however, because men like those usually died in battle against the Horde.

All that is left, historically, of the area today is a tablet that a native wrote most deffinetly under duress, "The Black Horde today had the power to destroy the mighty village of Ehtin".
 
Amon, I'm still mwaiting for an update on ASNES...
 
OCC: @ flyingchicken.

This Taoism is loosely based on “wu Wei” and may be transformed as game play continues. At This time, Taoism focuses on the development of one self. It is strongly tied to the “Three Jewels of the Tao” Compassion, Moderation, and Humility. There is minor tension between Shi Huangdi and his officials and the Priests over the concept of living in harmony with nature. Shi Huangdi sees the whole of state being more important then needs of an individual.

IC:

From: Shi Huangdi

To: Sui-han Sung, Most Rightful Lord-Magistrate of the Zu Dominion


We are honored to have Lushan Kalev as a guest. Do not fear. No harm will come to him. I am assigning a detachment of my Royal Guards to look after him and his men.

May our nations live harmoniously and prosperously for eternity.
 
Normally attributed to the northern peoples who had populated the Zu region in earlier times, the stories about Oji are about a man destined to be chieftain, beginning from his childhood up until his premature death in fierce battle (this part tells of his first ordeal, the wolf Olzov). It is a story originally found in oral tradition (even before the existence of The Books), only being written down in much later times. In more ways than one, this tale influenced the ways of Zu Perfectionism, with its greater emphasis on moderation and sufficient thought before any kind of martial prowess.

Oji and the wolf
(told in pseudo-poetry, translated)

Peals of thunder echoed through the sky,
and the earth rumbled along with it.
Along the side of a sparse forest with little vegetation,
a hunter's hut was filled with the shrieks of a birthing woman,
loud enough to challenge the roaring elements.

The walls were nothing but sheepskin,
and the beds were nothing but stacks of hay.
Upon the small, simple space of the hut,
a hunter's wife breathing heavily,
her childbearing coming to an abrupt end.

What came of her womb was but a boy,
frail and blood-soaked.
Nothing to be said of his future,
the clueless thing was stil blind,
the boy was still in its infancy.

The boy was named 'Oji,'
after a powerful bird of prey.
He was indeed to become a predator,
the hunter-son of a hunter,
and to become a great one at that.

And so begins the song of Oji, the boy destined to be lord of the Yush'kotai.

Oji was not like the other boys,
truth be told in blood-oath.
Oji was a man when his peers were but learners,
a small man doing big men's jobs,
but a man nonetheless.

When other children were learning to walk,
Oji was running through the sandy plain.
When other children were learning to run,
Oji was using his fathers bow,
always throwing shots without fail.

The boy Oji would hunt,
and the boy Oji would fight in battles to kill.
Oji was no stranger to blood in no long time,
but as a young boy he was protected from older men's sights;
foolish of them indeed.

But Oji did not spend all his time hunting and fighting,
for he was still a boy.
All boys of all tribes played games,
and these games included exploration,
and explore Oji did go.

And so he had met the wolf Olzov, the feared eater of sheep, goats, and men.

"You are not a sheep nor are you a goat, for you are but a boy,"
Olzov, the feared wolf, told Oji.
"You are but a man-child,
easy prey with neither real challenge in chasing nor real filling when eating;
but you will have to do."

"You mock me, Oji the Sharp-eyed?"
boasted Oji, the man among boys.
"You will see the folly of your ways, feared wolf,
for I am by far stronger than you,
and you die by my spear."

"A man-child, stronger than me?"
snickered Olzov the feared wolf, circling Oji.
"This is not the first time a man-child spoke of his superiority to me,
the feared wolf who has taken more lives than any man;
let us see if you are any better than my previous meals, Oji the Sharp-eyed."

In foolishness Oji had made the first move without looking;
his spear was dodged nimbly and with much grace.
Olzov sidestepped more strikes,
taking his time like a master of the art,
then struck near-fatal blow upon Oji.

And so the boy had run away, back to his kinsmen, shamed by his pride.

"It was not wise to challenge Olzov, the feared wolf, eater of sheep, goats, and men, little boy,"
agreed the tribe elders.
"You are to take care of yourself,
no more foolishness,
and do get yourself killed."

Anger had welled up in Oji,
not because of his elders' disapproval.
How could he, Oji, the man among boys, could have lost to a wolf;
it was unthinkable for him,
and he had many sleepless nights.

"Remember, Oji, do not act foolishly in anything,"
said his father before the day had ended.
"Consider the chasing of two birds,
if one is chased then it would be caught;
if you chased two, then you would have lost both."

Oji took his father's words to heart,
and slept with purpose in his heart.
The next day he prepared himself,
and set out on another journey,
to meet the feared wolf once more.

And so he had met the wolf once more, this time prepared with the strength of the mind as well as that of the heart.

"So, you have returned, Oji the Sharp-eyed,"
called the wolf Olzov, mocking in his voice once again.
"You are petty,
but you survived me,
so you may be worth it."

The wolf waited for Oji to make a move just like before,
but he had waited to no avail.
"You are smarter now,"
said the wolf,
lunging at Oji trying to take him by surprise.

But Oji had already thought of what might happen beforehand,
and prepared a trap for the wolf.
He held his spear out straight,
and soon his spear tip was between Olzov's ribs,
which was sputtering out blood.

"You are indeed smarter now,"
gasped the wolf in his dying moments.
Oji had wiped the blood on the wolf's pelt,
and claimed the hide for his own,
before he went home.

And so Oji became known as the boy who had killed Olzov the feared wolf, the wolf who had taken more lives than any man.
 
Now that BirdNES died mysteriously disappeared went into hibernation, I am getting rather impatient for an update in this one.

On the plus side I should be able to focus on this more. On the minus side that also means pestering Jason even more than usually. I apologise in advance for any annoyances I may cause in the near and far future. ;)
 
Update II


The Greeks continue to rapidly populate, creating the largest urban populating in world. Yet as Greek soldiers march north in the name of their King, they encounter another city, the city of Thebes. This rather large and powerful city-state quickly becomes a friend of Thens, but their friendship comes with a price. As soon as an alliance was signed, Thebes reveals that they have been in war with the Mycenaean civilization of Macedonia to their north for the past hundred years. Bound by their obligation, Thens sends an army of one thousand men under Theripes, a man known for his stunning military feats. A campaign to capture Pella, the capital of Macedonia, goes badly for the Greeks and Thebeans, though, and sends the Greek army back to Thebes with only half their strength. Meanwhile Thebes is integrated into Grease, becoming a “dependent” state, as it is termed.

As the southern Fez tribes decide to join the Spanish, the Tartessian menace to the north intensifies their raids. Before Fez reinforcements could be mustered, a huge Tartessian horde penetrates the Spanish lines, defeating two armies, and sacking the city of Sevilla before being repelled by the Fez reinforcements. At the same time, the Fez fiefdoms to the south are constantly under attack by the tribes who had not decided to join the Spanish. With huge battles on each side, the Spanish have a ways to go in order to have a confirmed existence. In the mean time, contact is made with a small island nation known as the Balearic Kingdom.

A population boom in Kypris follows an expedition that made contact with Yamkhad, and the beginning of a very lucrative trade. Having started a new age for the once-latent Kypris, the people have a new found lust for expansion and use for the immense wealth that is accumulating in Salamis. With a new harbor and new capital, land is conquered to the north, establishing the first Kyprisian colony on the mainland of Anatolia. Here they are greeted with a hostile tribe of Mersinians, requiring a large garrison at the colony. Also contact is made with Grease as another colony is established on an island called Rhodes. The natives, first greeted with trade and then with integration, were receptive to Kypris power and culture.

In lonely Naaria, an agricultural revolution takes place. Discovering the wheel and its use as an agricultural tool has greatly expanded the efficiency of farms, expanding the population and bringing more people to trade within small towns, some of which grow to well-sized cities. The closed society that is Naaria has yet to use its relatively powerful army for conquest, only fending off small barbarian incursions. Meanwhile native Saxons have banded together to form a small kingdom to the west of Naaria, challenging Naaria’s dominance in the region.

The Irish of Éire, still divided and still fighting with each other, do make contact with a new civilization to the east. With trade beginning with the Scotts, Dublin begins to accumulate some much-needed wealth, which in turn is invested into Saint Patrick’s army and local economy in Dublin, strengthening his position as the dominant king of Éire. There are still rebellious feelings throughout the small kingdom, but with a stronger army Éire looks as if it just might pull through its first challenge.

Meanwhile the Scotts are able to carve out a small kingdom in the northern badlands of the British isle. Here there wasn’t much competition, allowing for the Scotts to completely solidify their hold over the mountainous region. The south, however, is another story. Celtic barbarians, finding their way across the channel, have caused enough trouble in the southern farmlands that large earthen forts are constructed to help guard against the attacks. The people of the south have even discussed the need for a long wall to cover the entirety of the border.

Another civilization on the British isles arises. Though the island is still relatively low in population, the British have come together to found the city of London, amidst the Celtic barbarians that surround the people.

Back to the eastern Mediterranean, Yamkhad utilizes its god-given position to strike the wealthy Levantine states in the south. Equipped with a strong army and a well-funded campaign, the Yamkhad king Saustater completely overruns the first state, including capturing the bustling trade city of Tyre, with ease. With a fortified position and a confident army, Saustater pushes forth in a new campaign to capture the next state. However, noticing their position, the remaining three states band together to form the Levantine League. With a combined army to match Saustater, the second campaign was much more difficult, requiring a cunning move and sheer luck to route the Levantine army and send it retreating to Caifa. Though ill, Saustater pushes his army to pursuit, knowing that if he is to let the Levantine League regroup they might be able to recapture Tyre, and reinforcements being at least a month away. The largest battle yet would be Saustater’s last, dieing from a fever just minutes after the Levantine army surrenders and Caifa is taken. The last state, known as Judea, remains in the south, but with Saustater’s death his son becomes King in Halab and instead directs his army north.

With the Hurrian charioteers leading his army, King Tashratta leads an army north against the Mersinian menace. Being the victim of dozens of raids, Tashratta has a personal vendetta against the Mersinians, his goal in the campaign is to put a stretch of land north of his Kingdom as a buffer to further raids. Tashratta’s charioteers are extremely effective against the Mersinian unorganized foot soldiers, easily conquering huge swaths of land and incorporating the Mersinians into a growing slave industry. On the backs of these new slaves, Halab is becoming a metropolis of stone temples and thick walls.

Baybalon continues with its militaristic ways. Under Helen I, Baybalons mighty armies bring together more tribes to the south, solidifying its power on one border, while guarding the north against fiercer attacks and rumor of a coalition of states forming under the rule of Assyria.

Nothing of great importance happens along the Nile, but the Theben Egyptians continue to push their way northwards, conquering peaceful villages and farmers as they extend their reach, ever longing for the rich lands of the delta. Little did they know that another kingdom has arisen in the north, as powerful as their own, to challenge their hegemony over the great river. The Mennaforians have taken hold of the north, centralizing power in Memphis.

Meanwhile something stirs in the south, something big and menacing. Already tales of large-scale massacres of Nubian tribes in the far south have reached the city of Thebes.

Under the Empress Rosetta the Cunning, the Racedonians ferociously strike out at their barbarian entrappers in a desperate attempt to fortify their position as the great power in the region. Unfortunately the Empress’ success is only fifty percent, the eastern campaigns were a complete success, hundreds of Mersinians are captured and thrown into slavery. But in the west Racedonia encounters a different people. Greeks, who had long since left the shores of Grease in search of their own home, are found inhabiting the western coast, ruling a vast Kingdom from their walled city of Troy. The Greek army was a match for the Racedonians, thwarting the attack and inflicting mass casualties.

Though still very distant peoples, the Gai Nal and Chinese continue to increase their trade missions to each other’s nation. The missions are dangerous, and for the most part the risk outweighs the benefits – only under direct order from the Chinese emperor are these missions undertaken. But though the Chinese missions to Gai Nal are only somewhat successful, a new people eager to trade have been found at a much closer distance. The Choson, inhabiting a cold peninsula just across the sea, are common destinations for many Chinese merchants. The spurring of trade has led the Chinese to expand up the Yellow river and settle its banks.

Meanwhile the Chinese welcome to their land the Zu Dominion, an expansionist and sea-faring people inhabiting the Yangtze river coast. These cultural people are also keen on trading, adding to the Chinese and Choson trade route many goods. Already the Zu have conquered the somewhat peaceful people of the Formosan island off the coast, establishing trade routes here and adding to the slave population within the Dominion. The expansionist rule of Sui-han Sung has added many new lands to the Dominion, but also angered the many unincorporated tribes surrounding the Dominion.

On the other end of the long trade route lies the Gai Nal, a very peaceful and content civilization of fishermen and traders. As the Gai Nal concentrate their efforts on settling the Hainan island and surrounding coastlands, they are greeted with explorers from the south. The Khmer, a highly advanced and militaristic kingdom of the south is discovered, sharing the Mekong river on Gai Nal’s southern border. Meanwhile another militaristic, but not advanced by any means civilization is discovered in the north. Nanchao is for the most part friendly towards Gai Nal and has even opened its marketplaces to Gai Nal merchants.

In the great subcontinent, the Mauryans struggle with expansion. As the Kham in the north flood the lowlands from their mountain homes, the Mauryans spread south and west, attempting to conquer the entirety of the river valley. In the south, the great Kingdom stumbles upon the rich farmlands of Pundra. Unfortunately the Mohanadi find these lands as well, complicating the Mauryan plan of reaching the sea.


RANDOM EVENTS:

Good harvests along the river banks has provided the Mauryans with a bountiful grain surplus (+ economy).

A band of warriors from the desert have agreed to join the Egyptian army (+ 2 thousand men).

Taoist pilgrimages to China have increased the trade and economy of the region (+ economy).

Culture flourishes within the Zu Dominion, influencing surrounding tribes to join the kingdom and contribute both economy and military resources (+1 thousand men, + economy).

Gold is found in the mountains north of Yamkhad, adding to the king’s coffers (+1 economy).


NOTES:

Please only send one PM per turn for orders. If you have addendums to make, resend the whole PM with the addendum included and I will delete the last one you sent. Also, orders need not be at all intricate or detailed for this part of the game. Some of the PMs sent to me included many things that could have been written about on the thread.

Also expect the colors to change soon, I need to find one of those color pallets used in earlier maps. Right now the map looks really ugly.

And one of these days I will organize the stats a little better…possibly by region or just simply alphabetized.

So far all random events were good this turn, but expect about half to normally be bad.
 
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