The tale of the Gujarati people, passed down by word of mouth to this day.
Saga the First
Many Years ago, the Gujarati people lived in the East, far to the East. They lived peacefully in a large village, gathering their crops every year, and living off the bountiful land the gods had given them. Now the Gujarati people were wise and just, and they had been granted this land by the gods, given a mandate not to overuse it, but to take that which they needed from the land.
Now, most respected this mandate, and most let the Gujaratis live in peace. But one people, the Bhojas, did not respect the mandate given by the gods. They claimed they had a divine mandate of their own, to unite the world under their corrupt rule. And so they came to target the peaceful Gujarati, and launched a first raid, which, disorganized as it was, burned many of the outlying farms of the Gujarati, perpetrating horrors that which Gujarat had never seen the likes of which before. But they eventually withdrew.
Chandragupta, a ruler chosen by his people for his wisdom and justice, saw that the Bhojas would attack his people again, after their initial strike. And so he called to his people to gather their spears, gather their shields, and prepare. Even though his call had not included the women and children of Gujarat, they came, too. He drew them up into a line, and he called to them to plant the back of their spears in the ground, and keep the points in the air.
And so they waited, a solid phalanx of people, determined to maintain their homeland. The Bhojas came, a mass of men, roaring viciously, hefting clubs and strutting as if they owned the land. They saw the outnumbered people of Gujarat, and gave a great shout, charging forth.
Chandragupta called to his people to hold on, for they could not let their enemies through.
And the clash came, terrifically loud, the massive horde of Bhojas plowing forth into the ordered line of the Gujaratis. They fought for a day and a night, the Gujaratis firm, the Bhojas drawing back and striking repeatedly. Finally, after many skirmishes, the Gujarati line broke, and they fled.
The Bhojas thought the battle won, and they charged forth, a screaming mass intent on plunder. But Chandragupta was clever, and he had indeed planned this occurrence. At his shout, the archers of Gujarat, hidden in the tall grasses around the city, stood. As one, they drew arrows and fitted their nocks to bowstring. As one, they drew back the arrows. And Chandragupta told them to fire when they could see the whites of the eyes of the enemies.
The Bhojas came in a roaring mass, still vastly outnumbering the valiant Gujaratis. And when they were no more than twenty feet from the line of archers, Chandragupta shouted at them to fire. And they loosed a volley of arrows into their enemies, and a whole rank fell to the Earth. The Gujaratis had multiple lines of bowmen ready, and another loosed their volley just as the Bhojas recovered from the first. As they recovered from the second, a third volley struck the, and Chandragupta shouted to his clubmen to charge.
And the Bhojas did break, and they streamed back to their own villages, their army in disarray, and their morale broken.
Saga the Second
The day had been won, but the wise and just Chandragupta knew that the Bhojas would be back. And he knew they were far more numerous than his people. And thus, he told his people to pack all their belongings they could carry and leave. And they knew he was wise and just, and did as he told them, and they trekked west.
The Bhojas indeed came the next morning, but they found nothing, only a deserted city, much of it burned to ashes, and they found nothing to plunder. Nothing...
The Gujaratis continued west, and they wandered for seven years, looking merely for a land where they could live in peace, and where all would be in harmony. They wandered, further and further west they did wander, and did not find a fertile place to settle.
And then, in the night, the great protector god, Vishnu, came to Chandragupta in his sleep, and proclaimed to him that when he found a completely white tiger lying on a boulder that that area would be fertile and would be the place where the Gujaratis could settle. And so they wandered for seven more days and found a tiger lying on a boulder, all white, not even a single stripe. And he told his people that they ought to build here. But first they offered thanks to Vishnu, in what little ways mere mortals can. They brought a recently killed deer from their stockpiles and lay it in front of the tiger, and the tiger picked it up in its mouth and sauntered away, never to be seen again.
And the land was bountiful, and the people were happy and rich. And Gujarat was the greatest city known to man. But alas, all good things come to an end. The great, revered and wise king, Chandragupta, died. And the people of Gujarat were stunned, for they had not anticipated this.
After this the town leaders initiated a heated discussion. Who should lead the nation? And then, one of the high priests reminded them that sons take after fathers, and thus, those who were wise and brave will have children both wise and brave. And so they chose Chandraguptas son, Ashoka Chandragupta. And the Chandragupta dynasty reigns to this day.
OOC: Should we do orders yet?
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They aren't really the migraton type people... I take it you mean SOME of the Chinese, as Amirsan is kinda playing China. But other then that, okay.
