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Well, why not. What you have in mind?erez87 said:
To: Persia
From: Babylon
Hello our northern neighbours. NAP and trade?
To: That big red nation in india
From: Babylon
We believe that sea-trade route would prove to be most lucrative for both of us. What do you say?
MjM
Deity
6 Pms already! 
Okie:
@TT:Consider it done; that is you took it. If trade centers give eco this turn you can say you have 2.
@erez -No you can't
-Because you attacked a big city with no seige weapons, not to mention levies
-Erm, Ive not fixed it so many times now, I just wont. (Just kidding ill do it again
)
@TT See his other stats? And how much land he has under his control? (Even if barely)
@Sheep Okie.
Okay guys, if things keep happeneing as they are (ie 6 pms a day) We can have the update Friday maybe, so that means orders on Thursday. Note I am going back to school tomorrow so I will update slower (if you can imagine it! )
Okie:
@TT:Consider it done; that is you took it. If trade centers give eco this turn you can say you have 2.
@erez -No you can't
-Because you attacked a big city with no seige weapons, not to mention levies
-Erm, Ive not fixed it so many times now, I just wont. (Just kidding ill do it again
)@TT See his other stats? And how much land he has under his control? (Even if barely)
@Sheep Okie.
Okay guys, if things keep happeneing as they are (ie 6 pms a day) We can have the update Friday maybe, so that means orders on Thursday. Note I am going back to school tomorrow so I will update slower (if you can imagine it!
)
MjM
Deity
From Tharia
We have no need to trade with your inferior culture.
From Persia
We will consider it. Trade yes, a NAP, no.
We have no need to trade with your inferior culture.
From Persia
We will consider it. Trade yes, a NAP, no.
Israelite9191
You should be reading
To Thessaly
From La Republica di Calabria
We could see our way to signing peace at current borders. No reperations for either side, just peace. Though we are a strong nation, we believe in being gracious in victory.
From La Republica di Calabria
We could see our way to signing peace at current borders. No reperations for either side, just peace. Though we are a strong nation, we believe in being gracious in victory.
Israelite9191
You should be reading
Project:
Civil Service Administration- A system by which government officials must take tests to prove their ability, including elected officials who take the test prior to election by the senate. Anyone in the Republic can take the civil service tests. (cleans up corruption, +1 economy, +1 confidence)
Civil Service Administration- A system by which government officials must take tests to prove their ability, including elected officials who take the test prior to election by the senate. Anyone in the Republic can take the civil service tests. (cleans up corruption, +1 economy, +1 confidence)
Israelite9191
You should be reading
To Thessaly
From Calabria
Very well, then perhaps you would be willing to make a peace offer your self?
From Calabria
Very well, then perhaps you would be willing to make a peace offer your self?
A crackling fire burned merrily in the center of a large military camp. Horsemen shouted and laughed as similar smaller fires cooked the days hunt. Next to the center fire, a large felt tent stood undisturbed gaurded by several men. Murmured conversation could be heard from within...
"I am telling you, Dobun, that while a war against the Qin would be profitable, we do not have a secure enough alliance with the rest of the tribes to succed in a full-fledged war for conquest!" said a younger, more battle capable young man to the graying old man sitting in the felt throne.
"I understand your concern," said the man after a moments consideration, "but as I have mentioned before, an invasion of China will serve us to well to ignore it now. We have secured alliances, while light ones, and those alliances should hold enough for us to loot, and pillage China white. If we can control the land, than we will gain riches beyond measure for future conquests...perhaps even enough to bring all of the steppe underneath one banner..."
The young man snorted at the old mans line of thought, "Bah! Tribal leaders have fought for centries to dominate, and bring every tribe underneath one banner: theirs. It has never succeded, and it is much better that we ally and fight the Chinese instead of each other."
The old man's eyes narrowed slightly at the mans easy dismisal of unfication. "Fool! Beukan, how do you expect to take control of this tribe, and lead it to greatness if you refuse to see and dream of an empire! I am old, my son, and if you do not have the strength to bring glory and conquest to our honorable tribe, than I might have to find someone who will."
The young man scowled at his fathers words. He grabbed his bow nearby, and began putting on various furs and leathery protections. He began to storm out of the tent under the apathetic eyes of his father, but he stopped suddenly. He turned around to look at his father for a long moment, before opening his mouth to speak.
"You wish that I create an empire such as you have? You wish for me to be like you, Dobun the Clever? I am not clever father, nor am I am smart or strong. You expect me to create something that I do not have. Fine, I'll give you what you want. I'll give you everything you want. I will go fight the Chinese, and show you the foolishness of your ideas. There will be no empire for us, no greatness. Only battle, and war. Only death. Tengri will weep, as the storm clouds rain upon the slain."
The old man looked down towards his feet before looking up, and staring directly into the angry eyes of his son. "Battle is all we know, all we have ever known. Go, and make your battles if that is all you know. But if you do not reach for the stars, for an Empire, than battle, and death, will be all you ever know. Instead of victory, glory, and wealth. Leave me to my peace, for as short as it will last."
The gentle sound of the tent closing was his only answer.
The sound of thousand of hooves sounded in the steppes as messangers traveled across the gentle plains, spreading the message to all of the allied tribes. War had began. War would descend upon China from the north. The ages of war and death would not soon end. Not until an empire was forged from the flames of war.
****
"I am telling you, Dobun, that while a war against the Qin would be profitable, we do not have a secure enough alliance with the rest of the tribes to succed in a full-fledged war for conquest!" said a younger, more battle capable young man to the graying old man sitting in the felt throne.
"I understand your concern," said the man after a moments consideration, "but as I have mentioned before, an invasion of China will serve us to well to ignore it now. We have secured alliances, while light ones, and those alliances should hold enough for us to loot, and pillage China white. If we can control the land, than we will gain riches beyond measure for future conquests...perhaps even enough to bring all of the steppe underneath one banner..."
The young man snorted at the old mans line of thought, "Bah! Tribal leaders have fought for centries to dominate, and bring every tribe underneath one banner: theirs. It has never succeded, and it is much better that we ally and fight the Chinese instead of each other."
The old man's eyes narrowed slightly at the mans easy dismisal of unfication. "Fool! Beukan, how do you expect to take control of this tribe, and lead it to greatness if you refuse to see and dream of an empire! I am old, my son, and if you do not have the strength to bring glory and conquest to our honorable tribe, than I might have to find someone who will."
The young man scowled at his fathers words. He grabbed his bow nearby, and began putting on various furs and leathery protections. He began to storm out of the tent under the apathetic eyes of his father, but he stopped suddenly. He turned around to look at his father for a long moment, before opening his mouth to speak.
"You wish that I create an empire such as you have? You wish for me to be like you, Dobun the Clever? I am not clever father, nor am I am smart or strong. You expect me to create something that I do not have. Fine, I'll give you what you want. I'll give you everything you want. I will go fight the Chinese, and show you the foolishness of your ideas. There will be no empire for us, no greatness. Only battle, and war. Only death. Tengri will weep, as the storm clouds rain upon the slain."
The old man looked down towards his feet before looking up, and staring directly into the angry eyes of his son. "Battle is all we know, all we have ever known. Go, and make your battles if that is all you know. But if you do not reach for the stars, for an Empire, than battle, and death, will be all you ever know. Instead of victory, glory, and wealth. Leave me to my peace, for as short as it will last."
The gentle sound of the tent closing was his only answer.
****
The sound of thousand of hooves sounded in the steppes as messangers traveled across the gentle plains, spreading the message to all of the allied tribes. War had began. War would descend upon China from the north. The ages of war and death would not soon end. Not until an empire was forged from the flames of war.
Nation: Caribbeana
Ruler/player: Citanaf (Chief) Qevic/EQandCivfanatic
Millitary:
Government: Monarchy
Religion: Andeism (polytheistic reincarnation beliefs)
Economy:
Infrastructre:
Education:
Confidence:
Culture: Loving
Wonders:
Descrption: The Caribbeanians have united on the isle of Caribeano. The capitol of Rotrowt is a center of commerce for the whole island as the recent growth of inter-island trade has effected the region. Under the new Citanaf, Qevic, the Caribbeanians are preparing to unite the tribes of the Islands under one banner.
Ruler/player: Citanaf (Chief) Qevic/EQandCivfanatic
Millitary:
Government: Monarchy
Religion: Andeism (polytheistic reincarnation beliefs)
Economy:
Infrastructre:
Education:
Confidence:
Culture: Loving
Wonders:
Descrption: The Caribbeanians have united on the isle of Caribeano. The capitol of Rotrowt is a center of commerce for the whole island as the recent growth of inter-island trade has effected the region. Under the new Citanaf, Qevic, the Caribbeanians are preparing to unite the tribes of the Islands under one banner.
Culture of the Early Caribbeanian Period
The ideal of a Caribbeanian nation came early in the island’s history. The people of the central faction of the island were especially nationalist, and their efforts revolved around the strong trade city of Rotrowt. The main center of affection for these people was of course the leading monarch, the Citanaf. Paintings on the Great Temple in the center of the capitol indicate that though he was revered above most of the Rotag, unlike many kings of the era he was not burdened by a status of deification. Old carvings and drawings often seem to indicate that the position of Citanaf was initially an elected position but became more absolute as the urge for unification of the Isles grew.
The architecture of the cities of the central Caribbeano island were very similar in construction. The center of the city was usually based on high ground with a central heavy wooden wall encircling the government and religious buildings of the city. The rest of the city was laid out in a sprawling and often haphazard manner around the center, in most cases with another city wall. The capitol of Rotrowt is believed to have 3 such walls during the later Stone Age.
Religion of the Early Caribbeanian Period
Andeism is a religion whose origins are long since forgotten. Popular legend is that a prophet and his family sailed from a great land far away and brought civilization to the Isles. He revealed that the true path of religion was that of many gods, who oversee the society of man. They control the fates, and protect the people of the world from destruction, while allowing the natural flow of spirits from one life to another. Since that time Andeism has since been the dominant religion of the region.
Military of Central Caribbeano
The central Caribbeanians, the strong point of unification, had a similar military to other societies of the late Stone Age throughout the rest of the world. However the core of the army revolved around the Rotag. The Rotag were the controlling force in the monarchy, which swore life loyalty to the Citanaf and managed the local towns and policed the cities. The Rotag were also essential for the justice system of society and punishment of crimes.
The organization of the Rotag proved itself in battle frequently, the Rotag often manage to perform maneuvers in such coordination not to be matched for some time in other societies. In addition the Rotag were equipped with both an axe and a bow, equally and efficiently trained in the use of both, creating a class of warrior able to adapt to all situation of combat. Furthermore, they were educated in other arts as well, through an extensive and exclusive 7 year program, 4 years of which were hands on training in the cities.
Despite the power of the Rotag troops, the bulk of the central Caribbeano military remained based around less trained groups of soldiers who were equivalent to other armies of the time.
The ideal of a Caribbeanian nation came early in the island’s history. The people of the central faction of the island were especially nationalist, and their efforts revolved around the strong trade city of Rotrowt. The main center of affection for these people was of course the leading monarch, the Citanaf. Paintings on the Great Temple in the center of the capitol indicate that though he was revered above most of the Rotag, unlike many kings of the era he was not burdened by a status of deification. Old carvings and drawings often seem to indicate that the position of Citanaf was initially an elected position but became more absolute as the urge for unification of the Isles grew.
The architecture of the cities of the central Caribbeano island were very similar in construction. The center of the city was usually based on high ground with a central heavy wooden wall encircling the government and religious buildings of the city. The rest of the city was laid out in a sprawling and often haphazard manner around the center, in most cases with another city wall. The capitol of Rotrowt is believed to have 3 such walls during the later Stone Age.
Religion of the Early Caribbeanian Period
Andeism is a religion whose origins are long since forgotten. Popular legend is that a prophet and his family sailed from a great land far away and brought civilization to the Isles. He revealed that the true path of religion was that of many gods, who oversee the society of man. They control the fates, and protect the people of the world from destruction, while allowing the natural flow of spirits from one life to another. Since that time Andeism has since been the dominant religion of the region.
Military of Central Caribbeano
The central Caribbeanians, the strong point of unification, had a similar military to other societies of the late Stone Age throughout the rest of the world. However the core of the army revolved around the Rotag. The Rotag were the controlling force in the monarchy, which swore life loyalty to the Citanaf and managed the local towns and policed the cities. The Rotag were also essential for the justice system of society and punishment of crimes.
The organization of the Rotag proved itself in battle frequently, the Rotag often manage to perform maneuvers in such coordination not to be matched for some time in other societies. In addition the Rotag were equipped with both an axe and a bow, equally and efficiently trained in the use of both, creating a class of warrior able to adapt to all situation of combat. Furthermore, they were educated in other arts as well, through an extensive and exclusive 7 year program, 4 years of which were hands on training in the cities.
Despite the power of the Rotag troops, the bulk of the central Caribbeano military remained based around less trained groups of soldiers who were equivalent to other armies of the time.
An old man sat looking out upon the rolling steppes as several young men herded live stock in the mid day sun. A small tent was set up near the herders, next to numerous piles of tools, dried meat, and herbs collected by small group of herders. As the old man considered the day, and looked up at the blue sky, a small boy walked from tent walking unsteadily on tiny feet. The boy walked next to the old man before sitting down heavily upon the grass, and looking sky ward in a youthful impression of the old man's pondering.
For a while, the two sat there in the sun underneath the blue sky. The two extremes: old age, and youth. Eventually however, the impatience of youth won over the patience of age. The small child looked to the old man, and said simply, "Who created the sky, grandpa?"
The child's innocence was almost refeshing, jolting the Grandfather from his quiet contemplation as several men shouted incoherently at the stubborn cattle they were attempting to herd. Ignoring those shouts, the old man turned and smiled a warm smile at the young child.
"Little one, the sky was not created, nor was it made. It merely was. The sky, you see, was not created because it always was, for the sky is Koeke Moengke Tengri (Eternal Blue Heaven), the creator of earth and men. All that you see before your eyes child, that is his creation. And even the things we cannot see. Like the spirts, and the motions of the entire world beyond us!"
Laughing slightly, the old man picked up the small child, and raised him towards the sky. The child laughed and clapped his hands, the sun dancing upon the side of his face. Smiling at the child's simple innocence, the old man spun the child around making the small youth dizzy.
Placing the youth back upon solid ground, the old man laughed heartily at the dazed expression upon the childs face. The youth shook his face to rid himself of the dizzyness, before looking at the blue sky again. Looking down at his own hands, the child stared at his little fingers, flexing them occasionally.
"Does that mean," started the child in awed wonder, "that the sky made me too?" asked the innocent child. The old man laughed, taking the child's small hands in his own. He traced the boys fingers with his own before smiling kindly at the small boy, face to face.
"The sky made me too, little one. He made the Deer and the Wolf, and the Deer and the Wolf created us. He made each one of these little fingers, fingers that will grow to become great hunting fingers one day." The old man took the boys hand, and closed it before placing the boys clenched fist on his heart.
"He also made this, your heart. Your spirit. When you die, your spirit will join his own in the ranks of innumerable others up in the sky. Deer spirirts, horse spirits, water spirits, and everything else will greet you with open arms with honor once you enter into heaven, little child. But that's a good ways off, after all, you belong to the Clan of the White Wolf! We are a destined people, one that will rule the world! Tengri, the sky, decreed it when we, the first of the people, were created!"
The young boys eyes opened in wonder at the thought. "Really grandpa, are we really destined?" The old man looked stern for a moment, but his creeping smile gave him away.
Laughing slighlty at the boys too innocent expression the old man answered kindly, "Yes we are, Khabichi, yes we are."
As he spoke, a sound like rolling thunder began mounting upon the rolling plains of the steppe. The old man's face drained of color as the men herding the cattle struggeld to keep them under control. The young boy looked confused at the sound and the sight of the restless cattle. Tugging on his grandfathers sleave, the young boy looked curiously up at his elder.
"Grandpa, what's that sound?" asked boy all too curiously.
The old man didn't answer right away, but looked first to the sky in desperation before turning and smiling forcefully at the young child. "That's the sound of hooves, child. It seems that you will get your chance to see us rule the world closer than you think. Perhaps even see Tengri before your time..."
The last bit was muttered silently, and lost in the sound of rolling thunder. A thunder that would take the young and strong, and leave the dead and scarred. Khabichi would one day be called to serve his clan, and that horde which would conquer the world, would mold him, strengthen him, and then break him.
For a while, the two sat there in the sun underneath the blue sky. The two extremes: old age, and youth. Eventually however, the impatience of youth won over the patience of age. The small child looked to the old man, and said simply, "Who created the sky, grandpa?"
The child's innocence was almost refeshing, jolting the Grandfather from his quiet contemplation as several men shouted incoherently at the stubborn cattle they were attempting to herd. Ignoring those shouts, the old man turned and smiled a warm smile at the young child.
"Little one, the sky was not created, nor was it made. It merely was. The sky, you see, was not created because it always was, for the sky is Koeke Moengke Tengri (Eternal Blue Heaven), the creator of earth and men. All that you see before your eyes child, that is his creation. And even the things we cannot see. Like the spirts, and the motions of the entire world beyond us!"
Laughing slightly, the old man picked up the small child, and raised him towards the sky. The child laughed and clapped his hands, the sun dancing upon the side of his face. Smiling at the child's simple innocence, the old man spun the child around making the small youth dizzy.
Placing the youth back upon solid ground, the old man laughed heartily at the dazed expression upon the childs face. The youth shook his face to rid himself of the dizzyness, before looking at the blue sky again. Looking down at his own hands, the child stared at his little fingers, flexing them occasionally.
"Does that mean," started the child in awed wonder, "that the sky made me too?" asked the innocent child. The old man laughed, taking the child's small hands in his own. He traced the boys fingers with his own before smiling kindly at the small boy, face to face.
"The sky made me too, little one. He made the Deer and the Wolf, and the Deer and the Wolf created us. He made each one of these little fingers, fingers that will grow to become great hunting fingers one day." The old man took the boys hand, and closed it before placing the boys clenched fist on his heart.
"He also made this, your heart. Your spirit. When you die, your spirit will join his own in the ranks of innumerable others up in the sky. Deer spirirts, horse spirits, water spirits, and everything else will greet you with open arms with honor once you enter into heaven, little child. But that's a good ways off, after all, you belong to the Clan of the White Wolf! We are a destined people, one that will rule the world! Tengri, the sky, decreed it when we, the first of the people, were created!"
The young boys eyes opened in wonder at the thought. "Really grandpa, are we really destined?" The old man looked stern for a moment, but his creeping smile gave him away.
Laughing slighlty at the boys too innocent expression the old man answered kindly, "Yes we are, Khabichi, yes we are."
As he spoke, a sound like rolling thunder began mounting upon the rolling plains of the steppe. The old man's face drained of color as the men herding the cattle struggeld to keep them under control. The young boy looked confused at the sound and the sight of the restless cattle. Tugging on his grandfathers sleave, the young boy looked curiously up at his elder.
"Grandpa, what's that sound?" asked boy all too curiously.
The old man didn't answer right away, but looked first to the sky in desperation before turning and smiling forcefully at the young child. "That's the sound of hooves, child. It seems that you will get your chance to see us rule the world closer than you think. Perhaps even see Tengri before your time..."
The last bit was muttered silently, and lost in the sound of rolling thunder. A thunder that would take the young and strong, and leave the dead and scarred. Khabichi would one day be called to serve his clan, and that horde which would conquer the world, would mold him, strengthen him, and then break him.
Israelite9191
You should be reading
To Thessaly
From Calabria
Unfortunately, that is not an option for us. Good luck to thee, you will need it.
From Calabria
Unfortunately, that is not an option for us. Good luck to thee, you will need it.
Sheep
Orange Shrooms!
MjM I will be resending orders.
Swiss Bezerker
Emperor
Time to change back to the old avatar MjM
btw, who is the light green in southern italy?
btw, who is the light green in southern italy?
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