stNNES7: Worlds and Empires

The Great Eastern Voyage
From the notes of King-Emperor Avedis, then Prince of Armenia.

OOC: As I write parts of the journey, this will be updated. The full map is already attached. (Yes, some names are intentionally wrong/different from RL.)

Setting Sail
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It took a full month to prepare for the journey. The Babylonians were not cheap with their trading ships, and goods to be traded must be chosen carefully. Many could be picked up on the way, but many also could not, goods that would come from the west in particular – Ravenna, France, the Balearic Isles, Anatolia, Minoa, Portugal. After all, Armenia had to show that it was the best choice in trading partners and the center of all trade between east and west. The trade routes through the northern steppes were fraught with danger, and it would not do for trade with the east to continue to pass through such barbaric reaches. Guards and sailing crews were not hard to come by. A small number of Haano’s Acolytes were all too willing to serve the King-Emperor, and sailors from the ports on the Black and Caspian Seas were eager to sail the open ocean. Of course, additional sailors could be purchased in Babylon, sailors more used to the ocean, but it was ideal to have a force more loyal to the King-Emperor than Babylonian mercenary sailors. After all, the life of the son of the King-Emperor was at stake – Prince Avedis himself who had long ago proven himself in battle with the Cimmerians would lead the greatest trade expedition ever undertaken by an Armenian.

The merchants and soldiers to travel on the expedition arrayed themselves in the hills surrounding Ani before the trek began. After two days of feasting and celebration in the capital, the quest was off, dozens of wagonloads of goods in tow, all guarded by 500 eager adventurers and twenty of the most elite Haano’s Acolytes. At first, the expedition was accompanied by a grand imperial parade, traveling slowly but in splendor from Ani to Ashur. At Ashur, additional goods from all over the land were amassed – silver from Germany, wines from Ravenna, France and Minoa, marble from the Balearic islands and Thebes, woolen clothing from sheep raised in the foothills of the Caucasus, gold mined in the rich mountains of Armenia, workings of copper and bronze from lands as distant as Brittany and Portugal. The size of the train of goods was nearly doubled, as was the crowd of adventurers and merchants with the expedition – Ashur had grown greatly of late and had in fact surpassed Ani in population, though not in splendor.

At Ashur the imperial retinue lingered a while, but, as the expedition prepared to move forward on the road to Nineveh and Babylon they did so alone. While the expedition had not yet left Armenian territory, it was no longer a grand party entertained by the King-Emperor and his son, but a true mission of trade. The going was not yet rough, however, and the sailing not even begun.

A day later after leaving Nineveh, where a caravan of expensive olive oil from Carthage had joined the train, the expedition left Armenia and entered Babylon. The change was not immediately noticeable; the climate had been growing warmer for days, but the countryside looked no different from the sprawling farmlands around Ashur. Indeed, even when the trekkers entered Babylon it was indistinguishable from an Armenian city, right down to the statues of the Eight Faces on every corner. Here in Babylon the most precious commodities were unique – wood and stone – and nearly all of the expedition’s building materials, brought specifically for sale to the Babylonians, were sold to merchants in Babylon, the remainder to be sold in smaller cities further south in the Babylonian nation. The stay in Babylon was short, however, for the port city of Ur beckoned, and the sailors were all eager to reach the ocean.

The well-built roads of Babylon carried the traveling band rapidly to Ur. Within a week, the massive city loomed into sight on the horizon. Ur was the largest city in all of Babylon, and the most impressive, though, as its structures were by and large not Babylonian but Sumerian in origin, it was deemed wise not to comment on this to our Babylonian guides. The city was cramped, however, into a relatively small space along the sea front. While the Sumerians had had exquisite planning and architectural skills, their streets were far too narrow for heavy traffic, and the long train of wagons could pass only through the widest boulevards. Once the expedition reached the port, it was confronted with the first taste of truly exotic goods – silks and spices were rarities even in Ur, but a ship from the distant island of Lanka had recently arrived in Ur carrying both. However, these goods were too expensive here in Ur. After all, the purpose of this expedition was to acquire trade goods directly from the sources.

Seventeen ships sat at port in Ur waiting for the Armenians to arrive. A small payment later, the best translators for the languages of India and Lanka in all of Ur were onboard and masses of Babylonian dockworkers carried the precious goods up the planks and onto the sailing ships. That night, before setting forth, a large festival took place aboard the largest of the ships celebrating the impending setting-sail and the success of the expedition so far. Prince Avedis himself came among the revelers, raising spirits ahead of the long voyage.

At dawn the day following, all seventeen ships departed from the port at Ur, destined for India and the lands beyond.

Babylon to Gujarat
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The first days at sea were quiet ones. The Persian Gulf was calm at this time of year, storms infrequent and the winds mild. The Armenian and Babylonian sailors had mingled well enough, though caution was taken to separate the non-Athealists from the Athealist majority. It took only a few days for the ships to rock into port at the small island of Bahrain. There was little of significance at Bahrain; a small spring provided water for a settlement of fishermen, but it was at the outskirts of the first nation the expedition would reach outside of Babylon and the first test of the skill of the Babylonian translators. The villagers understood the translators perfectly well, but had nothing to trade save the water from their springs, fish and dates. The remaining cargo of stone was offloaded at the island in exchange for water and food.

Beyond Bahrain the small villages began to appear again on the Arabian coast. As the merchant ships flitted past close by to the shore, townsfolk streamed out of the buildings to watch in wonder at the vast fleet. While lone ships often traversed the Persian Gulf, large fleets of ships were a rarity, especially for the small villages. No stops were made, however, until the capital of Dhubai appeared on the horizon, the first major trading port on the long journey westward.

Tarif was actually something of a disappointment to the many merchants. There was little in the dusty port that had not been In Ur, and all of it for the same inflated prices. However, Tarifi merchants did possess precious gems from the southwest of Arabia, a commodity not seen in Armenia or, indeed, outside of Arabia. Some camels were also taken aboard the ships, for though they are disgusting and foul-tempered beasts, they are very useful for desert trading and will be considered exotic, perhaps, in India and beyond. In exchange, burnished wood imported from Ravenna and Germany was rolled off of the smallest ship, wood that would be precious only here in Arabia and so must be dumped before continuing to India.

The next few stops flew by in a haze of mild disappointment. After Tarif, the expedition swung northward to cross the Gulf before it opened, stopping briefly at Abu Dhabi then at a few small ports east of Persia. By the time the last Arabian and Iranian port had been left behind, all of the burnished Ravennese wood had been sold, but Prince Avedis began to worry about the lack of new goods. Not since the Arabian gems in Tarif had the ships taken on any new cargo save coins. Leaving Iran the merchants and Prince Avedis had begun to give up hope for the mission. When the mighty Indus River came into sight, then, and the towns of Gujarat squatting along its banks appeared, no one was optimistic. The ships pulled into port once more.

Cinnamon and the Fabled Isle of Lanka
Spoiler :
…The Prince was immediately astonished at what he saw. India, fabled India, was far richer than he had ever imagined. Merchants here sold curry spice and ivory for prices far cheaper than any encountered in Arabia or Iran. Gold was also prolific here in this rich land, but gold somewhat redder than that found in Armenia, gold of perhaps a different sort. In any case, it was clear that the missions had been worth it if they reached only India.

The fleet tarried for a long time anchored near the mouth of the Indus, trading with the rich merchants of Gujarat. They seemed especially excited by Armenian gold—“Not so red as the gold of India!”—and Ravennese marble—“Stone that shines? And it is so strong, and yet can be chiseled!” Much of the merchants’ supply of marble was gone in but a few days, and, though much gold was traded, far more had been brought than the Indian traders alone could purchase. Spices, especially curry, now filled the holds of the ships where once marble weighed them down, and rumor was heard of spices of even greater value grown to the south, in a land only at the edge of Armenian knowledge: Lanka.

The Armenian people knew of Lanka due only to the Syrians. Long ago, the Malukate of Syria and the Empire of Armenia had formed something of a friendship, now worn away with age, and on the edge of all of the Syrian maps was a place labeled “Sabae,” a land far beyond Syrian Egypt. And so Armenian mariners had set forth from Babylon in the past, and rounded Arabia at Dhubai, and come to Sabae indeed. Few had been those to visit Sabae, and they brought back little. Only one had brought back something of use—a map, dubiously acquired, of all Sabaean holdings. On the eastern edge, an island, labeled “Lanka,” the most distant of all lands known to Armenians.

Lanka, however, was not immediately beyond India. The ships traveled for many days along the coasts, not bare any more, but dotted with small villages, not worth stopping at and difficult to in any case. Eventually more stops were made, but these were always brief; Deccan, as the locals called the region, had little that India had not had, and India had many things that Deccan did not. Furthermore, in many places local chieftains attempted to drive out the ships after the few priests on board made some headway with converting the locals to Athealism. The Deccanese did not take well to foreigners. It was not until the land fell away to the east and open ocean could be seen in that direction that conditions changed.

After but a day’s sailing to the east, there it was on the horizon. Lanka, farthest of the Sabaean realms. The initial greetings by the locals was terse as the smaller boats released from the trade ships came aground—the Lankans, it seemed, were no friendlier than the Deccanese. Yet when they saw that the merchants brought exotic goods, their whole attitudes changed. They were hardened bargainers, the Lankans, and they had much to bargain with. Cinnamon, that rumored spice first heard of in India, grew wild on Lanka and on Lanka alone, and even on the island itself cinnamon was expensive to purchase—at least, it was expensive for foreigners. The Prince himself doubted that locals paid such exorbitant sums for the plant.

The Lankans themselves were surprisingly intrigued by the bronze trinkets and iron weapons the soldiers had brought with them. While Sabae had seemed to have developed iron long ago, it seemed that this edge of their trading empire had not yet developed even bronze weaponry. Strange as it was to sell their weapons, the soldiers had brought far more than the whole force on board could use, and each iron sword bought a great deal of cinnamon.
 

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holy smokes thats a kick ass map!
 
when the next update? (and I'm done with all that, liek I said before; if my plans to prevent the spread to Ravenna work, then they work, and if they dont, they dont, but over it all I'm content to let you handle your NES the way you want to)
 
The 9th of July. I'd like to get 2 updates in before July 16, for reasons that will be obvious to some of you.
 
:D

Except I'll finish it overnight so it won't affect me that much. Going into NYC the night before to get it :D

Oh, and writing the stories for the Great Eastern Journey is taking longer than I expected. I'm running out of ideas, and I'm not even done with the Indian leg. I hope you don't mind if the story itself is unfinished.
 
To: Germany
We take your silence as an invitation to war; if you wish war to be averted, speak now, by a deadline of 8:00 EST tonight, or it will be war you have.
 
To: Babylon
From: Armenia

We offer a three-turn NAP to your nation to continue to foster the peace and understanding that exists between us, fellow nations under the Eight Faces.
 
Xen said:
To: Germany
We take your silence as an invitation to war; if you wish war to be averted, speak now, by a deadline of 8:00 EST tonight, or it will be war you have.

To France and Ravenna

We do not want to war with Ravenna. We shall leave all French lands at ones!


We will retreat from your lands. What about peace and a NAP? Those reprucussions are also in order.
 
Cuivienen said:
To: Babylon
From: Armenia

We offer a three-turn NAP to your nation to continue to foster the peace and understanding that exists between us, fellow nations under the Eight Faces.

Certainly.
 
To: Germany

we applaude you for coming to your senses. should you stand by this treaty, Ravenna will open a trade route with your nation, which will obvioslly be most benificial to Germany, having for once a steady source of income, by Ravennic merhcants visiting the nation, and buying your goods, and sellign them to the world (and indeed, bringing the assorted goods of the world to the Germanic markets)
 
OOC: NK, you don't have to answer for me anymore, but thanks.

IC:

Nebuchadnezzar II, King of the lands from the middle Euphrates down to Ur, quietly walked up a flight of stone steps. Every step, every stretch of the muscles in his legs to pull his body up to the next step was indeed a workout for the aging king. He reached the top of the flight, and slowy turned around, bent over with hands on knees, breathing heavily, to gaze down upon his treasured city. Like viscous, glowing honey, the sun slowly peeked over the horizon, casting a lovely golden glow over Babylon.

Nebuchadnezzar's advisors had told him that it wasn't a good idea to go out on morning walks such as this one, but he didn't much care. He always enjoyed the view of his beloved city, reminding himself that all of it was in his hands, under his rule. The city had grown much over the past few years, and the reason for this growth lay right under Nebuchadnezzar's feet. He stood atop the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, whose splendor had attracted pilgrims and settlers from hundreds of miles around. His wife, who hailed from the lush mountains south of the Caspian Sea, was thoroughly pleased by the beautiful gardens. It gave her somewhat of a "home away from home", especially since she did not wish to return to her motherland while it was under the control of the Persians.

Nebuchadnezzar turned left on his heel and started down one of the walkways which circled the stepped pyramid-like Gardens. The walkway was lined on either side with the lush gardens and vegetation that gave the structure its name. Beautiful arches, columns, and statues also lined the walkway, sculpted by the most skilled artisans in all of Mesopotamia. The inner walls were lined bas-reliefs of heros and gods, like the scene of Gilgamesh's battle with Enkidu. He glanced upward as he walked under a dazzling waterfall which gracefully cascaded down from a ledge protruding above him, handily ignoring the fact that the water was being pumped by hundreds of exhausted slaves within the Gardens.

Suddenly Nebuchadnezzar heard the clopping sound of running feet on the walkway behind him. He turned around to see Mushezibti, his palace maid and part-time messenger, running up to him. She was an attractive young woman, born in one of the southern provinces. She immediately fell to her knees in front of him once she was in comfortable speaking distance and lowered her head in the ceremonial bow.

Nebuchadnezzar looked intently at her.

"You may rise. What news is it that you so urgently seek to give me?"

"I bring good and bad news, Your Majesty. Which would be preferable for you to hear first?"

"The good."

"A report has just come in that shows that the health and sanitary level of the city of Babylon has increased by nearly twofold since your waste disposal reforms were put into effect."

"That is good indeed! I was starting to wonder if I had overlooked something in that plan of mine."

"That's the bad news, sire."

Nebuchadnezzar raised an eyebrow.

"Your Majesty, reports have also come in from the western desert that waste-carrying caravans are coming under increasing attack from the Bedouin barbarians. The caravan guards are not sure if they can continue to fend off the barbarians if their attacks continue to increase in strength as they have been for the past few months."

"And that is bad news, indeed. The obvious solution would be to simply assign more guards to the caravans, however-"

"I don't mean to interrupt Your Majesty, but that is not all the bad news. A messenger has just come in on horseback bringing news that the Bedouins are actually attacking Eridu! And in great force! Estimates are that the barbarians number at least 2,000! The city garrison cannot hold off such a force for long. The Bedouins seem determined to burn Eridu to the ground, and their attack is much more organized than usual."

"What in the heavens would spark such a sudden and bold attack on such a heavily fortified city as Eridu? Someone must have incited the barbarians -- but there is no time for speculation right now. How old is this news?"

"About 6 hours, sir. The messenger rode as fast as he could to Babylon."

"Good, then we have ample time to organize a counterattack to drive the barbarians out. Let us hurry back to the palace to begin the planning."

"Sire, there is one more piece of news, unrelated to the others. Prince Avedis of the Armenian-Assyrian Empire will be passing through Babylon tomorrow on his way to a voyage to the Far East."

"Ah, yes, I have been hinted of his passage. Go to him and tell him that he has my best wishes, and to please report on his adventures to me once he returns from his travels. I am interested to learn about the strange and fantastic peoples of those lands."

"Yes, Your Majesty, I will."

"We should be heading back to the palace now to begin our plan of action against the barbarian siege of Eridu."

Mushezibti nodded and the pair quickly shuffled across the walkway and down the stone stairway of the Hanging Gardens.

As he puffed along countless thoughts drifted through Nebuchadnezzar's head. Who -- or what -- could possibly have incited the Bedouin barbarians to attack? Did Nebuchadnezzar have hidden enemies that he was unaware of? He quickly remembered that he had more pressing issues to think about, such as the saving of the besieged city of Eridu...
 
Nevermind :/
 
The Beginning of Chen Wen Jie​

“There is no bureaucracy truly free of corruption. There is no society or government truly free of corruption. Corruption is mostly unnoticeable, small miniscule numbers taken off each tax account and other financial document. But many small makes a great, and many great fortunes have been lost bit by bit. We can never have a corruption less society, the best we can have is one with as little corruption as humanely possible.” – Chen Wen Jie, Special Envoy of the Shu Crown of the Burmese Provinces.

Chen Wen Jie had a normal childhood, the son of a 6th Rank Official on a 9 Rank Scale with 9 being the lowest. He had a brother, named Chen Xiao Xiang who at a young age went off to train with some Monks of the Cult. His Father, named Chen Yun Qu was the head Judge of a small town in Shu. His Mother he was told, was Chen Qing Jie and had died a few years after giving him birth.

At the age of 5, his life changed. His Father told him that his real father was the High Lord Xi Chao who had slept with his Father’s sister. He kept silent, knowing deep down he was of the Line. At 6 starting school, his knowledge and intelligence surpassed all those at his small town and with the permission of the Duke of Liaoning at 7 he went to Taiping to take the official examinations. Everyone was more then shocked at how a kid as young as he was able to take the examinations at this age. He was ridiculed as a fake but he continued to boldly walk in the streets.

When the examinations result came, all of Shu was amazed at the result. He had managed to gain a 7th rank position. When the High Lord was said to have heard, he was believed to have said “Preposterous, a 7 year old 6th Rank Official?” Chen Wen Jie was summoned up to a conference with the High Lord and the High Lord personally tested the child. To sum it up, the High Lord was more then amazed and granted him a 5th rank position and tested his knowledge of ancient lore and asked gave him a riddle for him to respond to. Chen Wen Jie responded and got it right, and responded with one of his own riddles leaving perhaps the greatest minds in Shu stumped. He was declared by the Shu High Lord to be the Smartest Mind in the World and told to return home bearing the official documents allowing him to take his position as well as his title.

On reaching home, he discovered that there was a huge crowd of people waiting for him wanting to see the famed 7 year Child 5th Rank Official and congratulating him on his success. Back home, he found out that his young brother Xiao Xiang had returned from training with the monks and were considered by the People of the Cult to be the finest fist in China. With his young brother at his side, he tackled the injustices he had seen and witnessed as he was helping his father in Court. He, as a child with their imagination, would care less if he beat a son of a Wealthy man, or the son of a powerful noble. So great was the story of his rulings that the High Lord of Shu decided that at the age of 10, he would be appointed the Special Envoy of the Shu Crown of the Burmese Provinces with his dad helping him, and his younger brother for protection making sure to bring Shu Order and Prosperity to Burma. But on the quiet side, the mission was to bring back a valuable heirloom of the Shu Lords. The famed weapon named Qian Tian Shan had been stolen from the High Lord during one of the festivals and the thief one Chu Lian had fled to Shu’s Burmese Provinces planning to flee to Tong and sell it there.

To be Continued…

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If I do my full plan for this update (which I may not have time for), you'll get 6 stories this update, counting the voyage as one story.
 
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