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erez87 said:
I think, yeah.
That warzone has nothing to trade.
Of course, to both.
FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDOM!
No.
And Emu, you do have iron age. My mistake.
Cuiv, yes, I can change it.
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I think, yeah.
That warzone has nothing to trade.
Of course, to both.
FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDOM!
No.
And Emu, you do have iron age. My mistake.
Cuiv, yes, I can change it.
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
Azale said:
OOC: my specific words was : if u attack chu, we'll send troops to help them. that does not imply an alliance just that i hate u more then i hate chu
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I hope you can follow this story. The different scenes take place at radically different times, and much is left to your imagination.
Garabed knocked on the door. A muffled voice sounded from within the chamber. He swung the door forward and ducked low to avoid the low lintel. The ship bounded over a particularly large wave and he hit his head anyway, stumbling into the small room.
The Princess of Armenia and Assyria looked up from where she lay on the bunk. Ah, Ambassador Garabed. I am glad to see you. Or at least, I am more glad that it is you than if it were one of the sailors. Remind me again why I agreed to this ridiculous journey?
Garabed struggled to his feet, head still throbbing. Princess, you know why you travel on this journey to the halls of the Scythian King. You are to be wed to him, though he does not yet know. Your father the King-Emperor has told you many times the importance of our mission.
The princess let out a deep sigh. Still, I would not travel across this horrid sea, the Caspian. I feel as though I will be sick all day.
The ship will soon be into port on the far side of the Sea, princess, and it is then that the difficult part of our journey begins. Pray to the Maiden that you will be successful. Our nations future lies with you.
~~~~
When the caravan of Armenian finally arrived in Nishapur, the ambassador was the first to disembark.
Your majesty, King of the Scythians, we come to you to discuss our alliance against the Persian kingdom. Also, in the interests of furthering understanding between our nations, Princess Gayane has come with me to visit your majesty.
The King of the Scythians lurched forward, obviously drunk. When he spoke, the words were slurred. A beauty, she is, the pearl of Armenia. Well, then, ambassador, princess, we shall discuss our war with the bloody Persian bastards.
~~~~
Princess Gayane was surprisingly pleased by the Scythian capital. Knowing the barbarity of the Scythian people, she had expected something perhaps more rugged than the opulence in which the King of the Scythians lived. Though his father had been a fierce Scythian warlord and his mother a fiery Avar, daughter to the Khan of the Avars, the King of the Scythians was surprisingly sophisticated, if a bit of a drunkard. And he had already begun to notice her as more than a foreign dignitary.
Gayane sighed. It is my duty to do what I can for my people, and what I can do best is to secure our future here. Sahela and Harnu*, protect me, make me strong. Standing up from her down bed, she strode to the closet and removed her finest silk dress, then rang a bell for her maids. Today, I begin in earnest.
~~~~
King Hoytosir sat uncomfortably on his throne as his generals droned on about strategy against the Persians around him. His eyes strayed past Ambassador Garabed, who had fully immersed himself in the conversation, to the Armenian princess. What was her name again? Gayeen? I have to ask. How embarrassing. Although Hoytosir had been skeptical of the plan to allow the princess to sew while his advisors and the Armenia ambassadors talked of war, he now did not understand why he had been hesitant. She is very beautiful. As he gazed at her, he noticed that she was dressed far more elaborately than her maids. Not that the maids should outshine the princess, but She seemed ready to go to a ball.
Ambassador Garabed spoke to him, breaking his reverie. Well, then, thats settled, majesty?
What? Oh, yes, of course Its settled. Whatever it is.
Good. Come, Princess Gayane. Gayane, he thought. We should retire to our rooms. I have something to discuss with you. They turned and left, and the advisors and generals slowly began filing out.
She is so beautiful and so delicate. Not like the rough maidens of Scythia. Yet she is strong also, in her own way. She has a will, I can see it.
That night, the King was roaring drunk.
~~~~
Ambassador, please, wait. I must speak to you, King Hoytosir cried the length of the hall.
Majesty? He halted, a small quirk of a smile on his face.
I must marry Princess Gayane. I must. Will you relay this request for me to your King-Emperor?
Why certainly, majesty. She is very beautiful, is she not? The smile broken into a grin.
I have spoken to her, and she is wise for one so young, and witty. One might think that she does naught but sew, but she spoke to me of our plans for the war and gave me advice, and a plan I did not see myself. That is the sort of woman I need as Queen. My mother was such, an Avar in the Scythian court, and she was a great support to my father.
I will speak to the King-Emperor on this matter, and I think he will be most pleased to speak of the marriage of his eldest daughter to the King of the Scythians. There is one matter other thoughthe dowry. We had spoken before about the lands along the coast of the Caspian Sea, parts of old Medea long ruined by war He trailed off, then suddenly resumed to speak in a more bruque tone. You have taken what plunder and riches you can from these lands. They are not worth what piles of gold and jewels and spices and silks might be.
Then those lands I will turn over to Armenia. Long live our alliance, and the Queen-to-be of Scythia!
~~~~
Ah, thought Garabed, back on a boat on the Caspian Sea, how naïve the barbarians are. I had forgotten. They all show their emotions and their desires baldly, nothing like the conniving nobles of Armenia. I should come to Scythia more often! My trade is easier there!
*Sahela and Harnu are the names for the Maiden and Mother Faces of God in Athealism, respectively. The Maiden is the avatar of innocence and beauty and of love, while the Mother is the avatar of womanly strength, fertility and familial duty. Thus, they are the most often invoked by young women such as Princess Gayane.
Garabed knocked on the door. A muffled voice sounded from within the chamber. He swung the door forward and ducked low to avoid the low lintel. The ship bounded over a particularly large wave and he hit his head anyway, stumbling into the small room.
The Princess of Armenia and Assyria looked up from where she lay on the bunk. Ah, Ambassador Garabed. I am glad to see you. Or at least, I am more glad that it is you than if it were one of the sailors. Remind me again why I agreed to this ridiculous journey?
Garabed struggled to his feet, head still throbbing. Princess, you know why you travel on this journey to the halls of the Scythian King. You are to be wed to him, though he does not yet know. Your father the King-Emperor has told you many times the importance of our mission.
The princess let out a deep sigh. Still, I would not travel across this horrid sea, the Caspian. I feel as though I will be sick all day.
The ship will soon be into port on the far side of the Sea, princess, and it is then that the difficult part of our journey begins. Pray to the Maiden that you will be successful. Our nations future lies with you.
~~~~
When the caravan of Armenian finally arrived in Nishapur, the ambassador was the first to disembark.
Your majesty, King of the Scythians, we come to you to discuss our alliance against the Persian kingdom. Also, in the interests of furthering understanding between our nations, Princess Gayane has come with me to visit your majesty.
The King of the Scythians lurched forward, obviously drunk. When he spoke, the words were slurred. A beauty, she is, the pearl of Armenia. Well, then, ambassador, princess, we shall discuss our war with the bloody Persian bastards.
~~~~
Princess Gayane was surprisingly pleased by the Scythian capital. Knowing the barbarity of the Scythian people, she had expected something perhaps more rugged than the opulence in which the King of the Scythians lived. Though his father had been a fierce Scythian warlord and his mother a fiery Avar, daughter to the Khan of the Avars, the King of the Scythians was surprisingly sophisticated, if a bit of a drunkard. And he had already begun to notice her as more than a foreign dignitary.
Gayane sighed. It is my duty to do what I can for my people, and what I can do best is to secure our future here. Sahela and Harnu*, protect me, make me strong. Standing up from her down bed, she strode to the closet and removed her finest silk dress, then rang a bell for her maids. Today, I begin in earnest.
~~~~
King Hoytosir sat uncomfortably on his throne as his generals droned on about strategy against the Persians around him. His eyes strayed past Ambassador Garabed, who had fully immersed himself in the conversation, to the Armenian princess. What was her name again? Gayeen? I have to ask. How embarrassing. Although Hoytosir had been skeptical of the plan to allow the princess to sew while his advisors and the Armenia ambassadors talked of war, he now did not understand why he had been hesitant. She is very beautiful. As he gazed at her, he noticed that she was dressed far more elaborately than her maids. Not that the maids should outshine the princess, but She seemed ready to go to a ball.
Ambassador Garabed spoke to him, breaking his reverie. Well, then, thats settled, majesty?
What? Oh, yes, of course Its settled. Whatever it is.
Good. Come, Princess Gayane. Gayane, he thought. We should retire to our rooms. I have something to discuss with you. They turned and left, and the advisors and generals slowly began filing out.
She is so beautiful and so delicate. Not like the rough maidens of Scythia. Yet she is strong also, in her own way. She has a will, I can see it.
That night, the King was roaring drunk.
~~~~
Ambassador, please, wait. I must speak to you, King Hoytosir cried the length of the hall.
Majesty? He halted, a small quirk of a smile on his face.
I must marry Princess Gayane. I must. Will you relay this request for me to your King-Emperor?
Why certainly, majesty. She is very beautiful, is she not? The smile broken into a grin.
I have spoken to her, and she is wise for one so young, and witty. One might think that she does naught but sew, but she spoke to me of our plans for the war and gave me advice, and a plan I did not see myself. That is the sort of woman I need as Queen. My mother was such, an Avar in the Scythian court, and she was a great support to my father.
I will speak to the King-Emperor on this matter, and I think he will be most pleased to speak of the marriage of his eldest daughter to the King of the Scythians. There is one matter other thoughthe dowry. We had spoken before about the lands along the coast of the Caspian Sea, parts of old Medea long ruined by war He trailed off, then suddenly resumed to speak in a more bruque tone. You have taken what plunder and riches you can from these lands. They are not worth what piles of gold and jewels and spices and silks might be.
Then those lands I will turn over to Armenia. Long live our alliance, and the Queen-to-be of Scythia!
~~~~
Ah, thought Garabed, back on a boat on the Caspian Sea, how naïve the barbarians are. I had forgotten. They all show their emotions and their desires baldly, nothing like the conniving nobles of Armenia. I should come to Scythia more often! My trade is easier there!
*Sahela and Harnu are the names for the Maiden and Mother Faces of God in Athealism, respectively. The Maiden is the avatar of innocence and beauty and of love, while the Mother is the avatar of womanly strength, fertility and familial duty. Thus, they are the most often invoked by young women such as Princess Gayane.
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To: Armenia-Assyria
From: Nebuchadnezzar II of Babylon
I will make this simple: your recent string of conquests worries me. I shall request that you end your unprovoked invasion of Syria and Persia or I must sadly be forced to take military action. I like your nation, so please do not make me destroy it. You are lucky that I am kindly asking you this first rather than attacking without warning. I do not wish to see Babylon fall to foreign invaders while it is under my rule.
From: Nebuchadnezzar II of Babylon
I will make this simple: your recent string of conquests worries me. I shall request that you end your unprovoked invasion of Syria and Persia or I must sadly be forced to take military action. I like your nation, so please do not make me destroy it. You are lucky that I am kindly asking you this first rather than attacking without warning. I do not wish to see Babylon fall to foreign invaders while it is under my rule.
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To: Babylon
From: Armenia-Assyria
Our attack on the Syrians was provoked by the massacre of a Cimmerian village by the Syrian army. The Cimmerians are our allies and it would not reflect well on us to allow a massacre of innocent Cimmerian civilians.
OOC: And check your PM box.
From: Armenia-Assyria
Our attack on the Syrians was provoked by the massacre of a Cimmerian village by the Syrian army. The Cimmerians are our allies and it would not reflect well on us to allow a massacre of innocent Cimmerian civilians.
OOC: And check your PM box.
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This coming Monday.
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
Azale said:
OOC: This is said from the person that frequently forgets adding in random events to his nes
and i'm not lying. My OOC word that shu never signed an alliance or defense pact with chu of any sorts.
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
Azale said:OOC: forget random events? I dont forget them, I just dont add them or thier inside the update and not proclaimed as "Random Events" in big bold letters.
And your still lying
OOC: Fine, u just don't forget to add them to the stats!
and i'm still not lying and am so deeply offended u dun take my word 
das
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Ahiram sighed. He knew he shouldn't have come this far, all he wanted was Nabatea.
Ah well. Too late now.
"How brief was Syria's glory..."
Ofcourse, he did know the legends, and the fact that many hundreds of years remained until the Coming of the Great Maluk. Not all was lost.
But for the First Malukate, it seemed very much lost indeed. There were next to no allies for Syria. The army was stuck. The Armenians, whom he expected all along, proved much stronger then he thought.
Ahiram had a plan. He didn't like such gambles, he saw this as too risky, but... there was no other way out.
"Either victor, either dead." - he said. Smiled. And walked towards the camp.
He had some planning to do.
Ah well. Too late now.
"How brief was Syria's glory..."
Ofcourse, he did know the legends, and the fact that many hundreds of years remained until the Coming of the Great Maluk. Not all was lost.
But for the First Malukate, it seemed very much lost indeed. There were next to no allies for Syria. The army was stuck. The Armenians, whom he expected all along, proved much stronger then he thought.
Ahiram had a plan. He didn't like such gambles, he saw this as too risky, but... there was no other way out.
"Either victor, either dead." - he said. Smiled. And walked towards the camp.
He had some planning to do.
BananaLee said:
Bagan is the small Burmese kingdom Shu just took over, we just want some coastal lands for trade purposes.
And pm? I cant get MSN, it always messes with my computer.
or you could get AIM
its free, cheap, and doesnt put spyware on your computer!
TNG
Sad, sad little man
Dubai
Ruler/Player: Merchant Council/TNG
Age: Iron Age
Government: Trade Cabal
Category: p: 3, e: 6, s: 4
Religion: Athealism
Economy: Stable
Army: 1,000 spearmen, 2,000 archers
Navy: 40 galleys
Education: Poor
Culture: Lame
UU: Military merchant, can fight as spearmen in combat, but in peacetime can act as a trader for Dubai. +1 spending points every 1000 UU.
Wonders:
Dubai had always been a rather bland country, in terms of religion, anyway. This was partly because it had never developed its own national belief system. People practiced various Arab, Egyptian, Hindu, Assyrian doctrines, and worshipped their gods, but it was uncommon for two families to have common belief systems. Save Athealism, which was said to be the state religion; though less than 20% of the people followed it fully, the country was in religious disarray.
Then, after a period of many years in various religions, the people began to convert to one major faith: Dubai'i Pantheism. This was in no small part due to the efforts of the Trade Cabal. The Trade Cabal had hired two of the best religious scholars, al-Aswar and al-Sinaw, to form a religion with the various gods of the people of Dubai.
When they (the Trade Cabal) saw how easily they could manipulate people with this new religion, because its doctrines were new and easy to change, they decided to reward the scholars a little extra. Among the things given to them were beautiful, beautiful women, which they had a near endless supply of; Wealth, thousands and thousands of gold; and glory and fame among the citizenry.
But then, something happened that nearly got them killed. The Trade Cabal and the people had found out that they did not make Dubai'i Pantheism from scratch. They had actually copied most of the doctrines from a cult in the southernmost regions. The Trade Cabal, both furious at the scholars and embarassed at themselves for being fooled so easily at the same time, decided to execute them. They fled the country and their corpses were found in the desert, mugged by travelling bandits.
Despite the shame on them, The government of Dubai continued to spred its new religion to its people. Below, a group of people listen to a lecture on how to better serve their gods.
Ruler/Player: Merchant Council/TNG
Age: Iron Age
Government: Trade Cabal
Category: p: 3, e: 6, s: 4
Religion: Athealism
Economy: Stable
Army: 1,000 spearmen, 2,000 archers
Navy: 40 galleys
Education: Poor
Culture: Lame
UU: Military merchant, can fight as spearmen in combat, but in peacetime can act as a trader for Dubai. +1 spending points every 1000 UU.
Wonders:
Dubai had always been a rather bland country, in terms of religion, anyway. This was partly because it had never developed its own national belief system. People practiced various Arab, Egyptian, Hindu, Assyrian doctrines, and worshipped their gods, but it was uncommon for two families to have common belief systems. Save Athealism, which was said to be the state religion; though less than 20% of the people followed it fully, the country was in religious disarray.
Then, after a period of many years in various religions, the people began to convert to one major faith: Dubai'i Pantheism. This was in no small part due to the efforts of the Trade Cabal. The Trade Cabal had hired two of the best religious scholars, al-Aswar and al-Sinaw, to form a religion with the various gods of the people of Dubai.
When they (the Trade Cabal) saw how easily they could manipulate people with this new religion, because its doctrines were new and easy to change, they decided to reward the scholars a little extra. Among the things given to them were beautiful, beautiful women, which they had a near endless supply of; Wealth, thousands and thousands of gold; and glory and fame among the citizenry.
But then, something happened that nearly got them killed. The Trade Cabal and the people had found out that they did not make Dubai'i Pantheism from scratch. They had actually copied most of the doctrines from a cult in the southernmost regions. The Trade Cabal, both furious at the scholars and embarassed at themselves for being fooled so easily at the same time, decided to execute them. They fled the country and their corpses were found in the desert, mugged by travelling bandits.
Despite the shame on them, The government of Dubai continued to spred its new religion to its people. Below, a group of people listen to a lecture on how to better serve their gods.
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Eh, what ya gonna do about it
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