stNNES7: Worlds and Empires

The Satrapy of the Exiled Arabs
Ruler/Player: Tribal Council/Insane_Panda
Age: Bronze Age
Government: Mercantile Council (Trade Cabal)
Category: 5/10, 9/10, 5/10.
Religion: Proto-monotheism - The exiled arabs worship a form of proto-monothiesm. They believe in an pantheon of spirits and dieties, but the majority of their worship goes to a singular figure [more later]
Economy: Stable
Army: 1,000 archers
Navy: 20 galleys
Education: Lost Cause
Culture: Barbaric
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Descreepseeon soon. this has been OKed by NK. bwa ha ha.. guess whos back? ;)
 
I'm gonna have to ask; why, at more or less th ebginning of histoy, are (and more accuratelly, HOW) are they exiled? :p
 
I eagerlly await a plausible explination :p
 
Ravenna
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A nice little place, Ravenna: founded by one of the waves of Illyrians that migrated into Italy, the city, it had its beginnings as one of a hundred hill forts that dotted, and in many places, still dot the country side, a home for yet another warlord whom made his fame by leading his warriors in heroic clashes and raids with neighboring tribes; an exciting life, but hardly the foundations for a great kingdom; or rather, the republic which has now come into being. No, the prosperity of Ravenna is to be found in its location; thier area few places in the world that lend them some what naturally to being important; Ravenna, located close to the sea, and near where Italy meets up with the main of Europe is one of those places. With hordes of Illyrians and Italiots running all over the place, more specifically, between the mains of Italy and Illyria a natural stopping point- and for many, a settling point, was Ravenna; attracted by the good lands in the general area, and the natural defenses present around the city itself, such as an area of marsh land, as well as, in the beginning a stout series of log walls and stockades around a hill fort more mighty then any other yet seen; and imposing structure, three stories high in some places!

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The “Old Fortress” the name for the old wooden center fort, and palace that was once the center of Ravenna

However, what was once wood in the age of copper has given way to stone in the age of Bronze; where might war chiefs once sat in the protection of the mightiest Motte-and-Baily fortress for miles upon miles in any direct gave way to kings ruling from an imposing citadel.

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This imposing castle is the “New Fortress”; that is to say, when stone working became widely available, the King of Ravenna, “Adrianus the Seafare”, for whom the Adriatic sea is also named, commision that the old stockades should torn down, including the old castle, in their place, grand new walls- and an imposing now fortress be erected: the city, while it has been attacked, has never fallen, and many say that “Adrians Palace” that has a blessing from the gods placed upon it, for it is the heart of the city

As one can expect, some fo these kings were Great: Adrianus the sea fairer was magnificent ruler, and his ships of adventure plied the waves, and he, in many ways, set up Ravenna for its current state of affairs: You see the Rule of Adrianus left Ravenna wanting; dare I say needing good, strong leadership from a king; yet his successors were not up to par; some were good, but they just didn’t have “the right stuff” to compare with the previous kings of Ravenna; and so it came to pass, after 100 years of rule after old Adrianus, the monarchy toppled; a civil revolt broke out in the city, its causes were vile repression by the king at time Erasmus the Cruel, and in the so called “bloodless coup” soldiers stormed the citadel, to fin the gates promptly opened for them; the Royal guard was in touch with the, degraded, angry, and fervently nationalistic themselves, the despised what the monarchy had become, and confronting Erasmus, he jumped off a balcony, killing himself; he had no son, for he had no lovers, and the other relatives of the house relinquished all claims to the throne; they too had seen the edge of Erasmus’ knife all to often.
In the days following the coup, people assembled, they mulled, and discussed what needed to be done in the aftermath; some suggested a council, others (the nobles) an Oligarchy, some suggested putting the closest of kin on the throne, and others wanted to place a new dynasty entirely on the throne; it was Liberius the Patrician whom came up with an answer; the institution of the “Republic”; it combined the elements that the people were discussing, and added a more dynamic element to the mix; the people elected representatives, some for the city, some for the surrounding country side, however many were needed to a ruling body called a “senate” to represent the people; but to give a more firm handed leadership, their was in turn an elected position called the “Consul”; nominated by the people, the candidates various qualifications were ratified by the senate, the army, and the people again got a say in the matter; in this way, the people could prevent the rise of another tyrant such as Erasumus, and keep a stable, popular leadership, but one not left “directly to the passions of the mob” as the Nobles put in their own gathering.

In a nut shell, that is how Ravenna got to be where it is today, withstanding numerous events such as wars and heros, and other such things, it at least tells how Ravenna came to have the government which it has, and why its society is the way it is.
 
THE VOYAGE OF TEARS
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BOOK I

"One day - on one magestic day ages henceforth, you shall reclaim what is rightfully yours, but until that day you must make yourself strong - make yourself ready. Rise up, peoples of Sabae - and conquer your oppressors, conquer your fears - cast them out of your homes and into the night and spread across the seas, forever waiting for your much deserved vengance. The flame of our peoples will never extinguish in the night - no it shall rage, rage against the dying of the light! The way is open, go forth now. I beg of you."
- Satrap Akbar of Sabae; The last of the Old Arabian Kings


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[INTERLUDE]

A women sat, hunched along the side of the boat, in her bosom the fruit of her labour - an infant bundled in warm cloth. An old man puffed his water-pipe slowly, and looked silently out to the sea. Children quietly ran on the deck, and as far as the eye could sea into the night there were boats - hundreds and hundreds of small boats filled with a whole race of peoples. In their eyes was despair, despair and tragedy. Their eyes told a story of a subservient people - subservient to the heavens. They had accepted their fate for what it was, and went softly into night waiting for their time. To them, tragedy was life. Despair was just another of the universe's challanges, and they accepted their challanges wholeheartedly. For what else could they do, than make the best out of their situations?

They were a young people, but again their eyes. Damn those revealing windows; windows to the soul of an entire race. To look into their eyes again would show a people aged like no other, a people immersed in the whole of human experience and tragedy. They waited for their time, and softly the oars rowed. The people wept and hoped, cried and dreamed at the same time.

They dreamed for a home again.

This is the story of a people whose lives were destroyed, the story of a people wandering in the night, wandering for centuries. This is the story of a people lost - always trying to find a hope for themselves but never finding so much as a simple resting place. Their bodies may not have always been on the move, but their souls were - roaming the vast plains of the universe aimlessly. This is the story of our people. The story of the Exiled ones.


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It is one of the great tragedies that such people were left without a home for centuries and centuries of the human story. A tragedy which shaped the minds and souls of a people who were always, in a sense, wandering.
First, we bring ourselves to the beginning - only by knowing our history shall we be able to know our own people for what they are - a great, yet depressed peoples. A people lost.

The men of the desert came switfly - swifter than anything before. In a way they had to, for the exile was just as swift. Never before and never again was a whole race, a whole civilization brought to a corner and sent sprawling into the seas. The name of these nomads has sadly been lost to the sands of time - but oral traditions tell of a fierce people, masters of the beasts of the sand, and masters of the spear. Deeply they struck into the corner of the great peninsular. Their attack relentless and their cruellty unheard of anywhere before.

Pockets of resistance flared up just as swift as their attack, but were extinguished just as fast. Through a period of several weeks or months - possibly even years, only one stronghold of hope remained. Sabae was left alone, alone in the dark. With no allies, and no friends, they stood alone with their narrow strand of sea and their strong walls, hoping for deliverance. Sadly it would not come, and the men of the desert struck. But before this, Akbar - the wise, the savior was ready. Within the wharfs were lined hundreds upon hundreds of ships. The great exodus began, and with nothing more than their own personal possesions the people set off into the cold, dark sea and began what is now known as the Great Exodus.

And what of the great Satrap? He remained with whatever forces remained with him and fended off the great men of the desert until his people could escape into the sea. It is said that he struggled for days, days inside the city walls, fending off attacks as people left in droves. Eventually, as with all things, the city fell to these relentless attacks.

None within the vast exodus knew what became of the great king, and upon landing on their new and exotic shores they wept. Men, women, children and all - wept freely into the sea, their tears flowing back to the earth from whence they came.

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its sounds liek a trumped up story of a bunch of nomads (looks at Bible and the Judean exodus)
 
Tong (yep, Cantonese baby!)
Ruler/Player: Lei Siu Pang / BananaLee
Age: Bronze Age
Government: Trader Cabal
Category: (6 ,9 ,5 )
Religion: Ancestral Worship
Economy: Stable
Army: 500 Spearmen, 1,000 Archers
Navy: 15 Fighting Junks
Education: Lost Cause
Culture: Barbaric
UU:
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Start me at the mouth of the Xiang river, where modern Guangdong is.
 
Insane_Panda said:
Well, thats because thats essentially what it is. A bunch of people who get sent away by evil 'men of the desert'

well, why not tell it like it is then :p
 
right. your arabs (semites) in God knows where. In other words, your not jews in Palestine; your jews(or in the same boat they were in, biblically at least) outside of Palestine :p
 
Count me in!!

Egypt
Ruler/Player: Ahkem Mohamend/Kejixu
Age: Bronze Age
Government: Monarchy
Category: (9, 9, 4)
Religion: Polytheism
Economy: Stable
Army: 1,000 spearmen, 1,000 archers
Navy: 10 galleys
Education: Lost Cause
Culture: Barbaric
UU:
Wonders:
 
I'd like to warn every absolutist government whose political freedoms are over 4 or 5--your toeing the line of sensibility...
 
Actually--scratch that--I'LL fill out the freedoms rating. Based on what you've written and stuff, of course.
 
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