Magadha.
People rarely understand their rulers - thusly spoke Gautama, the Buddha. Well, we must make them understand. After all, they are the one who will carry out my orders. They must know what we strive for.
And so the people were informed of the thoughts of their great ruler. Special Buddhist scribes were appointed, to write down Gautama's edicts... everywhere, all over Magadha, and in the conquered lands as well.
These were the famous (or infamous) "pillar edicts" of Gautama.
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"Humans suffer."
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Maka, Persia.
A preying eagle flew in the skies, above the small town of Maka.
Pharnabazus ignored it. His heart was closed. His mind was filled with one question.
"Why?"
Why did his sons die? Why was his daughter stolen by a petty noble for the harem? Why did his wife die from flogging? Why, oh why, o Ahura Mazda? Why are we so powerless?
"WHY?!"
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"Humans suffer because of poverty."
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Jaffna, Sinhala.
The great tidal wave came rarely these days. But still, it came, bringing death and destruction.
Unless one managed to escape, or was saved.
"Again." - repeated the governor - "Again. Again this bitter cup comes..."
"We must save the people." - he said to the soldiers that he assembled - "I know most governors don't do that, but I'm not one of their ilk, as you know."
"Governor, there is way too many people here." - said the general.
The governor shook his head, sadly.
"I hate this, general. But... for the sake of the state, as well as for the sake of mercy, we must save those who count. Nobles, priests, rich merchants..."
"What about my family?" - asked one soldier.
The governor shook his head again...
"You are an infantryman - your family is poor. There is no place for sentiments here. Help evacuate those who matter. And pray to the gods that your family makes it out alive - after all, the poor have a hard life, and much experience of surviving in it."
"Not all do." - said the same soldier, but the general ordered him to be silent.
"The poor don't matter, governor." - said the general - "I agree. We're losing time. There are enough poor people here as it is, more then enough are ready to take place of those who die. Ahem. We will do our duty!"
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"Humans suffer because of poverty that comes due to taxes and pillaging."
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Rajula Mandagiri, Dravidia.
"No! I tell you, I am poor! I have not the money..." - tears and humility of a smith's aide.
"They all tell us that they are poor." - arrogant smile on the priest's face - "But the gods demand sacrifices, and sacrifices demand donations."
The guards stormed into the aide's house, breaking everything they saw. The shocked aide looked on...
"We found it!" - shouted a guard.
"Excellent." - spoke the priest - "How much?"
The aide shivered...
"Five hundred coins!" - exclaimed the guard, triumphant.
Priest looked at the smith's aide, smiling malevolently. The aide tried to run away, but was grabbed by his arm by the priest. The priest didn't look strong, the aide was much stronger - but fear paralyzed him.
"Care to explain?" - the priest smiled again.
"M-my love! She will die soon, unless I get a cure from chemist Viksha! But he asked for much money! I am a humble craftsman, I have not such money, but I saved it up..."
"...by not paying taxes?"
"The gods would understand me!"
"The gods aren't pleased." - said the priest - "If you wanted to save your woman, you should have asked them. Or do you believe a greedy chemist to be more powerful then Vishnu?"
The aide didn't reply, apart from quiet mumbling.
"Poor, I'm poor... No money..."
"I am not to blame for this." - smirked the priest - "Take him away - he will be stoned to death."
As the aide was led in chains to the city square, few heard him repeat again and again - "What is to blame?.."
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"Humans suffer because of poverty that comes due to taxes and pillaging, things that are made necessary by war."
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Akyab, Arakan.
"Anyathans," - said king Tabinshwehti - "and their Irrawadese lackeys are still strong, in spite of our recent victories."
The generals and ministers listened carefully. Tabinshweti was just, but he also could be cruel to those who aren't paying attention. And taxes, but that's a different matter, or is it?
"If Burma is to be united by us, we must mobilize all of our resources. We must conscript all men that can hold and use a spear, or a sword, or a bow. We must forge new weapons, we must sacrifice the excess cattle to the gods... WE MUST REPAIR OUR FLEET! And then, we will win! Questions?"
There was silence for some time, but finally, Treasurer Thebtwa spoke.
"Mmmm... Your ideas are wise and just, o Great Tabinshwehti! But... our treasury is empty. Who will pay for it all?"
"The people, that's what they are for. We will raise the taxes, and you, Thebtwa, will make sure that EVERY COIN THAT WE COULD USE IS IN OUR HANDS!" - exclaimed Tabinshwehti.
"Have mercy, o Great Tabinshwehti!" - shouted Advisor Alaungpaya - "Our people are already suffering from poverty! If this is what you need to win the war... are you sure that victory is worth such a cost?"
"What a foolish question! Do you forget what this war is being fought for?!" - asked Tabinshwehti in rage, taking out a sword.
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"Humans suffer because of poverty that comes due to taxes and pillaging, things that are made necessary by war, which comes to due to the boundries."
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Chin Hills, disputed territory (Arakan vs. Anyatha).
They came into the village in the middle of the day - that was why the usually-prepared villagers were taken by surprise and had to submit, visibly at least. A few entered the village hall, a humble but sturdy building, and surrounded it, closing windows and doors.
"Greetings, o noble guest..." - calmly said the headman to the officer, an Anyathan unless he fabricated the insignia. The headman made sure to supress the irony in his voice - the "noble guest" was scarred and starving, and looked like a hungry dog. Or rather a hungry wolf.
"Quiet!" - shouted the officer, taking out his sword.
"My pardon." - said the elderly headman, whilst carefully counting the soldiers in his room. Hopefully the others will know what to do without him...
"I have been sent here by the Anyathan Emperor! You are his subject..."
The headman nodded.
"...and as such you are required to pay the taxes, including the new, special war tax - in money and recruits."
"I and my village already payed the war tax."
"Not enough! The Emperor demands more - your rusty money and your weakling soldiers are UNACCEPTABLE!"
"Will he give them back?"
The officer spat in the headman's face. The headman quickly wiped the saliva from his forehead and looked quisically at the officer.
"No! W... He needs more!"
"We already gave him more then the norm - and no messanger came to say that it is raised!" - said the headman, with sudden confidence. This clearly was a deserter, one of those that used their army assignments to take money from innocent villagers - "We are sharing our food with the soldiers, and amongst our recruits are important medics and a general's aide! What right do you have to demand more?!"
The "officer" spat again and lashed out at the headman. The headman, however, was ready, quickly taking out his own sword and injuring the "officer"'s arm. The others rushed to assist their leader, and they mowed down the headman. But it was too late. Their "officer" was bleeding, and fighting in the village begun...
"For the Emperor!" - shouted the "officer" (or officer?) weakly, ordering his "soldiers" (or soldiers?) to assist their comrades.
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"Humans suffer because of poverty that comes due to taxes and pillaging, things that are made necessary by war, which comes due to the boundries of state and religion."
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Gavimath, Dravidia.
"We must all seek Enlightenment, life after life..." - Rimpoche explained to his followers, in one of the shrines that were built on the territory bought out from the city's governor. Although he didn't get as many followers as he had hoped... twenty was a beginning just as well.
"To reach the True Northern Palace, one must not..."
He was rudely interrupted by a stone hitting his abdomen. His pupils were silent, shocked.
Rimpoche tried to stand up, but he didn't need to do that to realize what has happened. New stones flew in, armed men - Dravidian soldiers! - rushed in. A fat Hindu priest walked in, looking by smugly as the unarmed scholars were cut down, and as Rimpoche himself was being beaten up.
"You are declared traitors and heretics!" - the priest shouted - "You will die here and now, as per the law of our just king!"
Rimpoche was attacked and cut at violently, he wanted to fight back, but his body was weak and frail... Calling the powers of his spirit, he briefly stood up and shouted, pointing at the priest.
"Why do you hate us so?!"
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"Human suffering pains me, Buddha Gautama I, and so I pledge to destroy it once and for all."
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Patna, Magadha.
"Armies are amassed, o Enlightened One!"
"I am Gautama, your teacher, and your ruler - no need for other titles here."
"Fleets are amassed, Gautama!"
"Engineers are ready!"
"Diversants are ready!"
"News arrived - religious tensions in Dravidia begun!"
"Now it begins." - said Gautama, very grimly. Aims justify the means. Or do they?
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"Human suffering pains me, Buddha Gautama I, and so I pledge to destroy it once and for all by uniting all states and religions into one."
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Sopara, Dravidia.
Usually, Buddhists are harmless.
Usually, Buddhists don't resist.
Usually, things go right.
But now, they didn't. The Dravidian soldiers fell back with relief, upon their general's order.
For this time, the Buddhists went mad.
"We have those crazy dogs cornered!" - shouted the general - "Regroup and charge again - lets show them what we can do!"
Panting, looking around in dismay, the Dravidian soldiers charged again when suddenly a messanger rode in and shouted loudly. Few heard what he said, but one word spread quickly.
"Magadhans!"
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"Far from all states and religions will agree to unite peacefully, and thus, a period of intense suffering will come due to the wars needed to end that very suffering."
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Near Daryacheh-ye Sistan Lake, Persia.
"For Persia!" - exclaimed general Ariobarzanes. That was all that was needed. The Persians formed line and prepared to defend from the Eastern Devils.
Cavalry charged into the Persian ranks fearlessly - but the children of the Sun didn't falter neither. They stood, and fought, covering each other's backs... but their line was broken nonetheless, and they were killed, one by one. Hordes of Magadhans charged on and on, and this flood of horses and men destroyed an entire Persian army easily.
Ariobarzanes thrust a dagger into his throat when it seemed as if he was about to be captured.
But Magadhans didn't want to take him. They didn't care. Many of them were Hinduists, but religion didn't really matter. They were soldiers of the king, whether he is the Buddha or not. They were fanatics.
They killed all who dared oppose them and ignored casualties.
A sword was thrust into the heart of Persia.
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"Far from all states and religions will agree to unite peacefully, and thus, a period of intense suffering will come due to the wars needed to end that very suffering. But that period will be short in cosmic terms, and after it, suffering will be replaced by enlightenment."
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Akyab, Arakanese Burma.
They came from the sea, bringing war. Even more war just after the last one ended.
Resistance was crushed in less then a hour. The Emperor was captured and executted for refusing to submit. General Brauwakhta fled into the jungles with the remnants of the army, allying with Irrawadese insurgents and pledging to fight to the last man.
It didn't matter. Akyab was in the hands of the Sea-People. The Magadhans conquered Burma.
But it can't be worse then what was, thought Alaungpaya - once an advisor of the Emperor, now a mere beggar. Or can it?
A Magadhan officer - these were distinguishable by richly-decorated armour suits - rose to a makeshift podium at the city square, where the people were ordered to gather. He was followed by other soldiers, a disciplinned square that marched as if it was not a bunch of men but something... greater. A military mechanism. A war machine.
Four Magadhans were dragging somebody familiar in a collar.
"For corruption and tyranny, Treasurer Thebtwa will face death!" - the Magadhan officer exclaimed and slit Thebtwa's throat. The people cheered. Some out of fear. But most out of elation over the death of the hated treasurer.
Alaungpaya was very happy as well. Finally, that dirty rat got his comeauppance!
"He took much of the tax money for himself. Now, I return it to the people."
The Magadhan soldiers surrounded the crowd, and begun throwing coins into the crowd. Alaungpaya realized what they were doing - winning over the population, pure and simple. They weren't here to plunder.
They were here to stay. Ah well. Surely they could use an advisor?
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"Right now, there are thousands of states and religions on the face of the world. But after I, Buddha Gautama I, conquer them all, there will be only one."
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Sholapur, Dravidia.
Gautama I's army here was very small, really. But the frightened Dravidians were certain that it was a huge horde. And regardless, it was more powerful then any horde.
For the Buddha was here, amongst his soldiers, sword in hand, leading the charge. He confronted the Dravidian army on the flanks, making it turn around and split up, and then led the main charge, head-on, routing them quickly.
Before they could regroup, the Magadhans came up to the capital of Dravidia, and a merchant opened the door. The royal family scurried in panic... but as they ran out of the palace's secret exit, they saw before them a frightening image.
A lightly-armoured young man, who was surrounded by a horrible aura - that of a Conqueror Genius. That of a prophet. That of... the Buddha.
They tried to run away, but were quickly captured and detained. Dravidian forces were cornered in the palace. No assault came - they were starved out by the Patient Buddha. They surrendered peacefully. Only then did they realize how small was the army that took the Dravidian capital.
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"One state! One religion! One Buddha!"