stNNES VI: A New Fantastic Point of View

[Kozmos]

Location added on the first page,of course territory size is subject to NK modernation.Please take a look NK and say if its allright.

 

[Gelion]

After all I might not be joining unless I find more time.... sorry about that....

 

[Global Nexus]

Valua
Player/Ruler: Global Nexus/Enrique Valdez
Age: Iron Age
Religion: Irisism
Government: Monarchy
Income: 2
Army: 500 swordsmen, 500 archers
Navy: 10 fire galleys
Optimal Support: 3/4
Units available:
Agriculture: Barren
Industry: Barbarian
Infrastructure: Single Track Dirt Roads
Education: Barbaric
Confidence: Beating
Culture: Brutish
Projects: None so far

Comprised primarily of humans with a very tiny elven/half-elven minority [which is also might I add being absorbed into the population]. I do hope the location on the map is one I can use? I do intend to make Valua a sea [rather than really-big-freaking-lake] power, preferably a more merchant one than military, so that position on the map would aid such immeasurably.

Oh yes, and more on Irisism [should I make a better suffix for that?] when I get my first story up. ^^

 

[North King]

Location added on the first page,of course territory size is subject to NK modernation.Please take a look NK and say if its allright.

Yeah, looks all right.


Global Nexus: That area is alright to start in, yah, but just so you know there's a huge amount of history behind that city, so you're going to have a lot of people thinking you're taking up the mantle of one of the old empires. You can take it in any direction you want, but some will be unhappy if you stray too far from what they expect, beyond that, good area choice.

 

[Xen]

fhuc it, I hate it when people start right goddam next to me, I resign.

 

[Global Nexus]

@NK: Oh, there's lots of history? That's great, I can try and work stuff into my stories! ^_^ It's always good to have a foundation to work off of, though I do expect I will have to balance expectations and personal intentions for Valua here...

@Xen: o.o; Uhm? I don't know where your starting location is, so I picked mine on how much it fit with my intentions. If you're not talking to me, I'll just shut up...^^;;;

 

[North King]

Xen: Neighbors nearby can be a blessing or a curse... Why not ride it out? After all, in this NES I AM going to be introducing the concept of fuedal titles and such, so you can always try to force some of them into vassalage.

Global Nexus: Good.

 

[stalin006]

99% of all times, they are a curse

 

[Insane_Panda]

Valua

Valua RETURNS!!!

THE VALUANS STRIKE BACK.

EPISODE III: REVENGE OF THE VALUA

 

[Communisto]

as long as jar-jar doesn't show up

 

[Insane_Panda]

Valua was a great nation from the great NES which a NESer by the name of Espirito once modded.

Ah, such wonderful memories...

 

[Cuivienen]

Nation Name: Kingdom of Sirellen
Player/Ruler: King Randros, Queen-Regent Ameilá/Cuivienen
Age: Iron Age
Religion: Polytheism
Government: Despotism
Income: 2
Army: 500 Swordsmen, 500 Archers
Navy: 10 Fire Galleys
Optimal Support: 3/4
Units Available:
Agriculture: Barren
Industry: Barbarian
Infrastructure: Single Track Dirt Roads
Education: Barbaric
Confidence: Beating
Culture: Brutish
Projects:

Humans (Dominant) and Elves (Minority, mostly on the eastern islands)

EDIT: The capital should be at the end of the large peninsula

I'll wait for the other stories to be complete before I post my stories.

 

[Xen]

Xen: Neighbors nearby can be a blessing or a curse... Why not ride it out? After all, in this NES I AM going to be introducing the concept of fuedal titles and such, so you can always try to force some of them into vassalage.

I'll give it a try; but hold no bad sentiment if I shoudl leave later, I do this because you ask me to do so, to try out this new concept, shoudl I find it uninteresting, ro too much of a constraint, I ask that you hold no hard feelings shoudl I choose to leave

@Global Nexus; while your position is annoying, its actually renos position that pisses me off. its right next door to me.

 

[Xen]

also, that said, my own kingdom, as many might imagine, is made of the swathy and stalwart species knowns as "Humans", primarilly, though elves are welcomed, particurlaey for thier artisan, and smithign skills

 

[conehead234]

@Cuivenien-You just had to start right across from me, didn't you.

 

[North King]

I'll give it a try; but hold no bad sentiment if I shoudl leave later, I do this because you ask me to do so, to try out this new concept, shoudl I find it uninteresting, ro too much of a constraint, I ask that you hold no hard feelings shoudl I choose to leave

I won't.

 

[Global Nexus]

Valua RETURNS!!!

THE VALUANS STRIKE BACK.

EPISODE III: REVENGE OF THE VALUA

Now that made my day right there.

North King: I think I'll need to know some of that backstory about the city if I'm to ever make a story about Valua's beginnings. ^^

-Story-

Thus the daybreak,
And the sun's caress
reaches across the plains.
Budding, blooming,
The essence of life
Your power imparts
To us and all else.
We are living,
We are breathing.
You are life.

-- Irisan Temple Chant

The Mother, Iris; The Sister, Ana; The Brother, Ramirez

"From the very beginning, there was darkness. Light did not exist. Then, from the darkness was created the Mother. Her name given was Iris, and she stood tall with beautiful golden eyes, from which the first light of the universe came. For millennia she watched all around her, but grew despaired for there was nothing but she and the void. And thus she decided to bring life to a darkened world.

Of her golden eyes, one dimmed to a silver whilst the other brightened immensely. Satisfied with her work, Iris found that she could no longer hold one eye open for very long and thus would have to hold one open at a time. For a part of the time, she would open her golden eye. For a part of the time, she would open her silver eye. Thus day and night, sun and moon were born.

Light bathed the world, and from that light life began. Grass, trees, animals. All sprung forth from her light! When finally the world was pleasing to her eyes, she created from the light two children -- Ana and Ramirez."

-- Excerpt from the Book of the Sun, simplified version

 

[Cuivienen]

@Cuivenien-You just had to start right across from me, didn't you.

It wasn't intentional - I liked the spot before I saw your post.

That said, nyah

 

[alex994]

Nation Name: Nahor
Player/Ruler: alex994/ King Theo
Age: Iron Age
Religion: Polytheism [default]
Government: Despotism [default]
Income: 2
Army: 500 swordsmen, 500 archers
Navy: 10 fire galleys [if by water]
Optimal Support: 3/4
Units available:
Agriculture: Barren
Industry: Barbarian
Infrastructure: Single Track Dirt Roads
Education: Barbaric
Confidence: Beating
Culture: Brutish
Projects: None so far

 

[Xen]

Stéfan Howking presents “A Brief History of Time, the Universe and the Everything else of patent importance.”

In the Beginning

In the beginning there existed a remarkably large Bowl of Primordial Soup. This soup was overseen by a Titan, a Titan with a long and fairly unpronounceable name. The Titan worked under the direction of a seldom seen Two-Faced god.

The Bowl was a land of milk and honey. Little known to the inhabitants of the Bowl, it was built on an Indian burial ground. (There is conjecture over whether the Indians buried here are native North Americans, or from the Sub-Continent.)

Life continued in the Bowl for many years, there was a cycle of death and renewal (mostly of assorted thread topics that one would expect to find in the CFC OT, or history sections) that helped keep all that dwelled there entertained.

One that dwelled in the Bowl was the Creator. Also known as the Founder, the Builder, the Architect and the Douche. Of course, he did not know he was the Creator when he dwelled in the Bowl. In the Bowl he was just a simple man (not Rainman simple, but no Gary Kasparov either).

Then came the First Great Schism. Many have speculated on what caused the Schism, also known as the Mad Titan’s Rage, although few if any now the truth. Suffice to say, it is a legend well remembered and oft told.

The First Great Schism

The Schism saw the Titan journey to the Halls of the Dead and, through powers as dangerous as they were arcane, resurrect a dead land. He named this land as a place for Titans and friends of Titans. A glorious escape from the rigours of upper management in the Bowl.

After a time, the Titan proceeded to populate this new land with species from the Bowl. These species brought other species with them (some in symbiotic relationships, others as parasites) and the ranks of the blessed grew.

This would come to be known as the First Migration.

The inhabitants of the Titan’s new land were overjoyed. Wine, Song, and Women flowed freely over dew crested hill tops, and there was much rejoicing, amid some ridiculing of those not worthy. The level of freedom enjoyed in this new land was far beyond that of the Bowl, or so they thought.

The great freedom was tainted. A seedy underbelly existed in the Titan’s new land (and everyone knows that seeds get caught in your teeth and are then a real pain in the arse to get out.), the underbelly encouraged dissent, at first amicable but it grew and grew to become the Second Great Schism.

The Birth of the Creator

In the days before the Second Great Schism, the Creator awakened within our simple Hero. He sought the council of a multitude (at least 5, maybe 6) of wise sages and determined that the Titan’s new land was a land of false hope. One night, in a fitful dream, He foresaw the birth of a new land.

The land He foresaw came to him as Paradise. A place where all would be welcome, there would be no race, creed, colour, belief or opinion that was not able to be heard (later management teams would institute a strict dress code, effectively limiting the type of member admitted). In order to forestall what He saw as the force most likely to rend His new land apart, He decreed that there would be no discussion of politics (this decision would later lead to the casting out of He Who Was Cast Out).

So it was decided, so it was done. In a flash of light, and a thunderous boom (and a barrage of whispering voices, and then still whispers, but the fake kind that every one around you can hear anyway), the new land was born. Now all that was needed was a name (and a lot of tidying up, and some people to, you know, people the land and what not). The Creator sought out His muse. The muse decreed that new land would flourish with the name “Sultan’s Sexy Harem”. However, that was a rubbish name, and so it was coined the name of "The World"

Paradise Found

The Creator, with the Help of His gaggle of godlings, wrought form nothingness this new land, "The World" (or so it was called at the time, and is still currentlly called, at least in the common tongues, though not everyone appreciates that name). With much anguish, sweat and tears, the new land was forged from the ether. Verily was it populated with those the Creator chose as most worthy (a few of these choices later proved to be, well flawed. Obviously not the fault of the Creator, who is perfect in every respect, more likely miscommunication among the management team, who all know to be among the lowest of the low, though by all accounts fun as hell to be around) and the "The World", or so they call it, sprang to life.

This was the time of the Second Great Migration.

The Second Great Migration has also been identified as the precursor of the Second Great Schism, as those that journeyed to the new promised land were exiled from the home of the Titan.

All continued swimmingly for a time. The Creator placed a number of speaking stones, around which the masses could discuss. As the number of people in His fair land grew, more specialised speaking stones were placed. Eventually, the Creator placed his pet speaking stone, a place for discussions of history (this decision, too, would lead to the casting out of He Who Was Cast Out.), again making clear His will that no man shall partake in the discussion of politics.

However, the dark will of He Who Was Cast Out was like honey to the people. Again and again tHey clamoured to be free of this constraint. Reluctantly and with great reservation, the Creator acquiesced. The history speaking stone was opened to the corruption of political thought and debate. Never again in the history of "The World" (or so they call it) would such a momentous decision take place.

At first the Creators fears seemed unfounded. Spirited, yet jovial debate was the norm. Fractures were not appearing as He had feared. The foundations of the land, "The World" that is to say, however, were proving to be unstable.

A New Foundation

The Creator sought out new bedrock for the "The World", before it slipped forever into the sea. A new building site was found and, almost, the whole land was lifted up and then set down on its new, sturdier foundations. We say almost for, in what came to be known as "The Grief of Sir Scot the verilliy Mad", some 2/3 of the porn that was in the world was left behind, to be forever lost. (To note, Sir Scotts descendent to this day stil lament this fact, and whiel they have set abotu to the holy task of replenishing what was lost, it was still a greviou sblow to the morale of maledom at that time, even with th epresence of abundant alcohol, and loose women, somtimes you just have to handle things your self, particulery if its "that time of month")

It was around this time that the Creator was approached by a kind benefactor. This benefactor offered to Help defray the maintenance costs of the Speakeasy. As a reward, He was elevated to the status of godling. In time, all of the inhabitants of the fair land that is the Speakeasy donated to this worthwhile cause.

With things running smoothly and His gaggle of godlings able to handle most any issue that arose, the Creator retreated to His celestial palace for a period of contemplation. Many were the cries of anguish, but deaf was He to them. In time, all accepted that His presence was to be enjoyed, but could not be guaranteed. As the time passed, memory of the Creator grew dim and He passed into legend

He Who Was Cast Out

At the birth of "The World" (this is before the relocation to the new construction site mind you), all godlings were equally beloved by the Creator. None was favoured over his brother or sister. Over time, the godlings employed high priests to assist them with their more mundane endeavours.

Among the godlings was one who had been the Creator’s muse. As is the case with all muses, he was flighty and frolicsome. A good heart was encased in a pranksters body. This dichotomy, whilst undoubtedly evident to the other godlings, led to many clashes between the former muse and his co-workers. During His infrequent visits, the Creator grew tired of these clashes and cast out the muse, never to return to the glory of the executive washroom.

Over time, the mood toward the muse softened and he was returned as a high priest. This state of affairs lasted for only a short time, until he was cast out yet again. This time, however, it was at his own urging, and for the good of all.

The Creator Returns…….as a Cowboy?

After many years in the wintery surrounds of His Celestial Palace, the Creator sought greener pastures. It came as somewhat of a surprise then, when He announced that He was relocating to the decidedly less than green Arizona. He embarked on his journey with great fervour and was soon relishing his new role as Chief Sh1t Shoveller.

With slightly more frequent visits, the cult of the Creator is undergoing somewhat of a lukewarm rebirth. The godlings, and their high priests, keep the dream of the Creator alive, even as the promised land of "The World" (as some particulers choose to call it) moves forward, out of the fog of the past.

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