The Golden Horde were a group of savage monsters, always looking to pillage and kill. The Golden Horde always looked for liesures and luxuries to aliveite the constant fighting in the Steepes. They sent out countless expediations to find places that hold these goods and luxuries. None returned, until now.
Biling was a young man of twenty when he was chosen to preform a service to the Khan. He remembered his internal struggles as he walked quietly to the Great Khans palace. He remembered walking toward the great stone building wedge into the mountian with stunned awe, the great palace a testement to the Khans power. As he neared the entrance he noticed the hidden archers draw their bow strings as any good Mongol should have. The leather clad warriors gaurding the entrance barred their spears as he aproched.
"Halt! None may pass without the proper authority." Biling shakily held out the horsetail to the gaurd, the symbol of the Khan, and was addmited reluctently. Biling walked silently across the hallowed halls, his steps echoing erily in his silence. All he could hear were the soft footfalls. Plop. Plop. Plop. Plop. It felt as if eternity had passed before he reached the Khans chamber. Biling was not even acknowledged by the doormen as they let him through, not a nod, not even a look. Biling entered the dark chamber seeing only the shadow of the Khan on his throne in the fire light.
"You called me Great One?" Biling said with his head bowed. The Great Khan was silent for a long time, neither speaking or moving from his position. Biling was getting tired of holding his position when finnally the Khan spoke.
"Rise and face me Child." the Khan's voice was worn out, and weak. 'Is this the powerful Khan for whom I fight' thought Biling. Regardless Biling rose from his bow and approched the Great Khan, and saw an old man on the Throne. The great Khan whom painting depictated as a young man full of Vigor was old, and wasting away. "Child, what do you see?" Biling looked closely at the Old Khan, seeing his wrinkles and sagging flesh.
"I see a man who has lived too long, and seen to much." said Biling. The old Khan seemed to smile, and then chuckle. The Khan looked down upon Biling, striaght into his eyes. The eyes of the Khan were ones that had seen the ravages of War.
"Wise are you Child. You are correct. I am an old man ready to die. Ready to see an end to life and take my place among the Stars beside the First. I am tired of the fighting, and the constant war. I see our People fighting for ever agaisnt the might of the steppes. Many years ago I asked for tribute from the surrounding tribes and decided to make war on them. We prepared, and we skirmished, and it was for Glory. Times have changed, and I have seen the plans of mine crumble into dust, into the blood of war. You are of a different sort, and diplomatic sort. You, will be my heir. You will be a better ruler than I." Biling was speechless, and was silent. The fire crackled well into the moon light without interuption from the two silent rulers, one of War, one of Peace.
Three Years Later
The Great Khan of the Golden Horde is dead. Long live the Khan! Khan Batu finnally died in a duel to the death with his heir, Biling, as is Mongol custom. The new Khan has already gathered together the tribe leaders to see if something can be done to stop warring.
Sumit of Tribes
The various chiefdoms and Khanates of the steppes stood around a great camp fire, each with body guards to protect agiasnt rival attacks. Already a fight had broken out, and the summit was decending into a brawl. A Golden Horde archer fired an arrow striaght up, and it drew the crowds attention. The arrow fell into the fire in the middle, and liquid on it enflamed the fire up into the night sky.
"Chiefs, and Khans of the steppes. Welcome to this summit of peace. Many years ago the Golden Horde demanded tribute of you," at the metioning of the demands many chiefs began to murmur and mutter angirly, "and I tell you that is not the reason I have called you here. Today my scouts have brought back a wonderful tale of the lands to the south, were water and food flows like milk from a mother!"
At the images some cheifs began to get glassy eyed, imagining such treasures and such amounts of food. "My scout also brought back this!" Biling took something out from behind his back, and Mongol warriors handed out small samples of the substance. The chiefs felt this material, and were amazed at its softness, and how nice it felt. "My scouts told me that this material is called 'silk', and that the Southern people have this in great supply. To have such materials is wonderous, and to be able to have them all the time must be even better! The Golden Horde has plans to conquer these peoples, but do not have the manpower, nor the strength. However, together we can overrun these people and take their lands for our own, what say you! The Golden Horde asks for you to join us in conquering thier lands for our selves!"
Diplomacy
To All Surrounding Tribes
From the Golden Horde
"Chiefs, and Khans of the steppes. Welcome to this summit of peace. Many years ago the Golden Horde demanded tribute of you," at the metioning of the demands many chiefs began to murmur and mutter angirly, "and I tell you that is not the reason I have called you here. Today my scouts have brought back a wonderful tale of the lands to the south, were water and food flows like milk from a mother!"
At the images some cheifs began to get glassy eyed, imagining such treasures and such amounts of food. "My scout also brought back this!" Biling took something out from behind his back, and Mongol warriors handed out small samples of the substance. The chiefs felt this material, and were amazed at its softness, and how nice it felt. "My scouts told me that this material is called 'silk', and that the Southern people have this in great supply. To have such materials is wonderous, and to be able to have them all the time must be even better! The Golden Horde has plans to conquer these peoples, but do not have the manpower, nor the strength. However, together we can overrun these people and take their lands for our own, what say you! The Golden Horde asks for you to join us in conquering thier lands for our selves!"
Orders
*Grow Economy by sending tax collectors through the land
*Accept any tribes that wish to join the Golden Horde
*Try to get to the next age