TRIBE OF THE COAST SALISH
GOVERNMENT: Tribal Council
RULER/PLAYER: Chief Is-Whoy-Malth / RealGoober
ECONOMY: Stable, Command
TAX INCOME: 1/per turn, /treasury
ARMY: 3,000 Warriors, 2,400 Archers
NAVY:
INFRASTRUCTURE: None
EDUCATION: Ignorant
CONFIDENCE: Okay
PROJECTS:
Orders:
- Spend 1 eco to build a road from one end of Kingdom to another along the ocean
- Send troops and settlers on ship to islands, as the Gods said, and settle them.
- Continue expanding nation outwards, inland, particularily along the rivers.
- Urge people to have more children, and urge them to expand their nation by building more houses in their free time.
- Expand villages already, and order more villages started in good sites that the Gods agree with.
- Instruct people to worship the Gods, and hgow to do so, as they must be kept happy.
Story:
Chief Is-Whoy-Malth (herein after referred to Chief Equimalt, since that is what Is-Whoy-Malth means in English) was having a good deep sleep. He was in his capital city, and had had a hard days work of catching salmon in the nearby River (Frasser, IRL). This eyar, theser Fish were plentiful, which was a sign that the Gods were smiling upon him. But Chief Esquimalt was still troubled. He knew that the Gods needed to talk to him, and he needed to talk to them. He was just too busy, he had so much to do, caring for his nation, resolving disputes, it was a lot of work for 1 man.
When he finally woke up, and crawled out of his dugout, he could tell that he over-slept. Ahh well, he thought, might not be a bad thing. He did need his sleep. Once he was dressed in his hides (It was winter, the weather is starting to get cold), and had sufficiently woken up, he went to find his assisstant, Bigbear.
"Bigbear, whats going on today?" asked the Chief.
"Oh, hello Chief, didn't notice you there. Well, we have had complaints from some of the smaller villages by the Ocean about the roads, so I thought we would go and see what can be done about that." replied Bigbear.
"Good thinking, lets get going, it will be a long ways."
"Yes Chief, I just need a bit of time to organize some supplies, and your guard."
"Do it quickly, I am feeling impatient".
A couple hours later . . .
They had been travelling for several hours. Chief Esquimalt was getting tired. He called to Bigbear, and told him that we are taking a break. Then something funny happened to Equimalt. He went into a trance. Well, sort of. His eyes went glassy. He started looking around suspiciously. Bigbear was getting worried, he started to approach the Chief, but, before he could get to the Chief, he dashed off into the thick woods. Bigbear was not as concerned as one might think that he would be, after all, the Chief occaisionally did this, and he always came back.
Chief Esquimalt, meanwhile, knew that the Gods needed to talk to him. He let his senses take him to a small rockey outcropping, and to a small cave. He went inside, and stood in the middle of the cave, which was about 10 feet by 10 feet, and stood still, straight as a rod, and, with his eyes closed, started a low, rhythmic chanting. It was not long until he noticed some . . . well, what can only be described as bodies, but not bodies. These were the Gods of his proud Nation, and provided him with advice on what to do. These were, in reality, Ghosts of past leaders of the proud Coast Salish.
The God of Land went first. "Chief" he said in a low, drawling voice, "listen to me, and listen good. Your people are not happy. They need something which only you can provide. Your people currently travel from village to village on small, crowded pathways. You must make these into large, proper travel-ways. Your people must be able to travel from village to village easily. Then, your nation will prosper."
The God of the Empire was next. "Chief", he said in a deep, booming voice, "what I have to say affects your entire nation. You need more land. You have men with spears, and men with ships. Look at the Islands to the seas. You must go there, and settle the land. I know that there is good land there, and your people will be able to grow fine foods, and build nice houses. There is one particular section with trees with little nuts on them. They are called "Oak Trees". You are to treat this area as a special area, and not cut them down, or, if you must cut them down, do not cut them all down. In the other direction, take your troops and settlers, and setlle out into the vast wilderness that has been provided for you by the Creator. Go mainly by the Rivers, as they will provide prosperity for your nation."
God of the Military went next. "Chief, what I have to tell you might concern the long-term survival of your nation.", he said. "OOC - Censored, did you think I was honestly going to give out my military plans?. Do not do what I just told you this turn,. or next, roiads are more important, but it must be done. The Coast Salish will be victorous."
God of the People went next. "Chief, currently your people are happy and love you, but you must expand this. They need temples to further express their love and affection for us, if not, we will get unhappy. Roads are more important, but, you must do this, or will get very displeased, and you know what that means. Also, you need to make sure that all your people have houses, and enough food. And you need more people. Urge your people to reproduce more. You need a larger population! Also, You will wake up tomorrow, and know of some plants. These are what we know to be useful for healing your nation. That is all that we have to say for now. Now GO!, and do our bidding!"
Chiefs trembled as they were finished. He has a sheen of sweat all over his body. "Yes, I understand. I think your holinesses for the excellent advice. I will go do as is neede dot make my nation bigger and better. You know where to find me if you need me."
With that, Chief left the cave, walked into the sun, and looked at the time. Ahh, excellent, only about 10 minutes surpassed. Well, hge had a vision for his nation. He know knew exactly what needws to be done, and he couldn't agree more. He went, and found Bigbear, and went off to plan some roads for his nation. He went with light heart, as he was happy. He forsaw good times for his people.