stNNESX: Delusions of Empires

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I just promised myself I would only join 2 NESes at once. I'm breaking that promise.

Rondaria
Ruler/Player: /jalapeno_dude
Age: ? (determined by environs)
Religion: Rondarian Tritheism, worshipping Tharnas, god of the sea, Orguz, god of the air, and Dor'as, god of the earth. Suspiciously similar to Tritheri...
Government: Elected Despotism (a new despot is elected at the old one's death)
Income: ? (determined by environs)
Army: ? (determined by environs)
Navy: ? (determined by environs)
Education: ? (determined by environs)
Infrastructure: ? (determined by environs)
Confidence: ? (determined by environs)
Culture: ? (determined by environs)
Projects:

I'd like to start in an archipelago, preferably fairly close to a continent, with a mild to tropical climate.

I assume we don't do orders until we have the map?
 
I believe in you North King!!!

And I'm honoured to be mentioned on your title page. I've hit the big time!!!

Without further adue:

Tallas
Ruler/Player: Vyzgir/Lord_Iggy
Age: ? (determined by environs)
Religion: Tritheri- The world is created by the three gods, Thornos (Sea), Argaz (Air), and Doros (Earth). They created man to govern their creation.
Government: Theocratic Despotism
Income: ? (determined by environs)
Army: ? (determined by environs)
Navy: ? (determined by environs)
Education: ? (determined by environs)
Infrastructure: ? (determined by environs)
Confidence: ? (determined by environs)
Culture: ? (determined by environs)
Projects:

Location: Somewhere cool and coastal. Kind of like Scandinavia. Preferably, I'd like to be on an Island or Archipelago off the mainland.

I'll write a story for my religion shortly.
 
The truth is im very desperate for an NES, so I'm overlooking the fact that I hate IT/BT.

Kingdom of Rösseria
Ruler/Player: King Titus/Jason the King
Age:
Religion: Semerian Polytheism
Government: Herditary Despotism
Income:
Army:
Navy:
Education:
Infrastructure:
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Rösseria should be situated in the middle of a hilly area, giving away to high mountains impassible for the ancients. The climate should be equal to that of Germany - mild with cool winters and warm summers. Think Rohan :).

EDIT: Changed starting location to mix things up, as everyone has picked the one I had before.
 
I will never understand the appeal of fresh starts.....yes you can start a blank nation and shape it anyway you want.But how much can you shape a tribe in 2000 bc...
 
Cleric said:
I will never understand the appeal of fresh starts.....yes you can start a blank nation and shape it anyway you want.But how much can you shape a tribe in 2000 bc...

"But how much can you shape a tribe from 2000bc?" is your answer
 
Thats the problem,few fresh starts make it to Middle or Industrial Ages.Playing a NES from Ancient to Industrial ages and beyond would interest me,but there is no guarantee that the NES will survive that long.

Jason The King said:
"But how much can you shape a tribe from 2000bc?" is your answer

No.It's 2000 bc there isnt helluva lot things to do.Religion,government and your done.
 
First, there was the boundless sea.

Thornos, the great god of the infinite unknown, ruled over it supreme. But things were not to remain this way. For uniform perfection cannot last.

All over, the gods of the world strove to create their own dominions. Some crafted themselves deepsea grottoes, some built themselves tiny floating islands. But still, all were subservient to Thornos.

But things were not to remain that way.

Argaz, another mighty god, created his mighty domain to challenge Thornos. His was of air, and the sky.

Thornos tolerated this, as he suspected nothing of Argaz.

But he was wrong.

Argaz declared himself equal in strength to Thornos, and challenged the great god for control of the cosmos. The enraged Thornos accepted the duel.

For time uncounted, the two mighty beings battled for supremacy. Both were terribly weakened. And in the void between them, a third being saw his chance. Doros built his domain in secret, and it became earth.

The two older gods were infuriated by this upstart, and set aside their differences to defeat him. But Doros could not be vanquished.

Knowing that they could not defeat each other, the three gods made a pact. They created a final power in the world, and it was man. The three gods released humanity, and knew that it would govern the world fairly, for it was strengthened with equal parts of the realms of earth, sea and sky.

Content that they had completed their creation, Thornos, Argaz, and Doros retired to the hearts of their domains and watched their creations grow and spread through the world.
 
If people kept continuous intrest it would survive.

And if the mod doesn't take on too much work.

NK, don't make the updates too complex please. I'd rather have a long-lasting, slightly lower-quality NES than a really fancy NES that only lasts 1 turn.
 
MjM said:
If people kept continuous intrest it would survive.

Well yeah,but you cant force people with a gun.The system is imperfect,one of its components are bound to fail,be it the players or the mod.
 
Iggy, you're stealing my religion!
 
Cleric, I would rather play a more dynamic nes that goes through different ages then just one simple time period where you do the same thing each update. Yah, it starts out simple, but in most ways thats a good thing, it lets you write about the beginnings of your nation and people, allowing you to shape it to how you want it to be.

But I guess you have to be in a Fresh start that has gone at least the the late middle ages to appreciate it. Its much more fulfilling to have a nation that you've built with your own hands then one thats been built by a mod.
 
Croyodon
Ruler/Player: King Alden/ The farow
Age: ? (determined by environs)
Religion: Pangioism
Government: [default is Despotism)
Income: ? (determined by environs)
Army: ? (determined by environs)
Navy: ? (determined by environs)
Education: ? (determined by environs)
Infrastructure: ? (determined by environs)
Confidence: ? (determined by environs)
Culture: ? (determined by environs)
Projects:

I will try a random map NES since both my other fresh starts look dead. I would like to start out on a good size island next to the ocean. I would like the island to be next to a mainland sort of like Great Britain. I would like the climate to be temperate and be heavily forested.
 
Jason The King said:
Cleric, I would rather play a more dynamic nes that goes through different ages then just one simple time period where you do the same thing each update.

Me too.The only NES I know that managed to do that was RTOR2(correct me if I'm wrong).But such times are long gone...
 
The wind howled outside, shaking the brittle structure made of thin sticks and thatch. The children huddled around the small fire in the center of the hut, sitting squarely on the ground, their eyes pinned to the pale and stick-thin man who sat on the small rock, on the other side of the fire. He held in his hand a walking stick that had seen one too many storms. His white shredded beard exploded on his face, covering most of it except the sharp blue eyes that burned through. The mysterious sound of thunder rocked the ground the children sat on, causing many of the girls to scream. The boys, though only four or five years old, held their own. They were expected to show no fear.

The rickety door flung open as Tasar, one of the many hunters of the village, ran inside. His hair was soaked from the tears of Lafina, goddess of the sky. “Children, pay attention to great Tasar there, he will make something of himself one day,” the old man said, pointing the crooked stick to the shirtless man who pretended not to be listening. Tasar grabbed more rope that laid in a pile near the door, and headed out, letting the wind slam the latch shut.

“Tell us more of Gemino!” one of the young girls asked. Her hair stuck to her forehead, having been the last one into the hut after the storm began. She sat with her feet folded underneath her, he green eyes locked on the old man sitting above her. A simple buffalo cloth shielded her body from the elements, her feet void of any sandals. She was from the Tasar family, a family of hunters once regarded as esteemed warriors, but now reduced to a minor role of the new Titus farming community. Where at one time her ancestors demanded the respect of hundreds, she has been reduced to a poor rag girl. Still, her eyes teemed with adventure. It was from these families, the hunter families that Titus would one day draw its mighty armies, the old man thought. Nodding his head, he began the story of the Titus tribe, the tribe of Gemino.

“Very well. Countless moons ago, our dear village of Titus did not exist. The farms, the shops, the streets and pigs, all something of the future. Our people wandered aimlessly among the hills, dashing in caves during storms,” he stopped to pause, allowing the children to remember there was a storm outside, one that would have stranded their ancestors centuries ago, “and where all the food came from the hunters. Our people were a peaceful tribe, only ten or fifteen families actually living,” again he paused to catch is breath. How many times had he told this story? He reached for his small wooden cup of water and threw the cool liquid down his starched throat. Clearing his throat, he continued:

“One such storm, not unlike the one outside now,” smiling as a convenient thunder rocked the hut once again, “our people were stuck. They were following a herd of buffalo for weeks, and had lost track of where they were. The chief, one whose name has been lost in history, was a lame one. He enjoyed good meat and neck jewelry then he did leading the people. In any case, the tribe was caught in a fierce storm, one that incurred the wrath of Gigantis himself,” the elder elaborated and threw up his hands, referring to the God of War.

“With no shelter and little food, our people began to panic. Even worse, the children, who usually remained at the end of the pack, were missing. They must have been separated during the fierce storm. The tribe panicking and the chief too incapable to do much about it, one man stood out. Gemino, a man twice the height of Titus (referring to the ruler of the village now) with arms as thick as tree trunks and a mind as sharp as a serpent, declared he would go looking for the children. Men thanked him and women made songs about him as he disappeared into the howling rain.”

“Gemino challenged the fate determined by the Gods?” one of the youngsters asked after standing up. Rösserian culture had always been based on reluctance towards the gods, but this was such a challenge that the children had never heard of.

“Yes, Gemino was certain that the Gods had not meant for innocent children to die. Now, back to the story. Gemino was in no shape, no matter how strong and sturdy he was, to fight a storm in order to find twenty missing children. After thirty minutes, he was forced to the ground by a strong gust of wind, and there he stayed, doubting his ability to go on. At the exact point he decided to turn back, he heard the familiar sound of a Tatine, a horse. No one man had ever dared go near the feared beast, being the messenger of the God of Death. But Gemino had no choice.”

“Mustering up the last bit of strength left, he rose to his feet and shielded his face as he moved towards the two eyes he saw in the distance. Instead of racing off into the rain as soon as Gemino reached it, the horse stared right back at the man. Seeing his chance, Gemino grabbed the mane and swung himself up to the back of the great creature.”

“You mean to say he was the first to ride a horse?” asked one of the boys, a curious look on his face.

“Yes my son, Tatines were too sacred in the times of our ancestors to be ridden as they are today. Many feared their majestic grace,” the old man answered. Confident with the response, the little horse rider sat down again and continued to listen.

“The rest of the story is lost to us, but tradition has it that Gemino returned to the tribe, which was huddled amongst itself in a ditch surrounded by large stones, holding all twenty children within his enormous arms. The horse he rode upon showed no sign of overbearing. As the future of the tribe was secure, Gemino saw the legendary horse run off into the distance, never to be seen again. Some say the horse was none other then Yena, the Horse god,” he finished, using his walking stick to somehow raise himself and straighten his back. Slowing stepping towards the hatch, he pushed it open with the end of his stick. The sun greeted the children who were still sitting quietly in front of the fire. Cheering and exuberant, the small younglings ran outside to the muddy ground.

King Titus, the first of his family, sat down quietly on his stone again. His son, the current King, would soon be back to consult him. Closing his eyes, though, he soon found himself asleep, one that he would never wake up from.
 
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