Greetings! New to the civ fanatics forum, I decided to share a story with you as my first post. The story is one of survival, rather than conquest; a tale of hardships in a life where the only luxury resource available is food. The technical details that surround our tale are as follows: The map type is "Tilted Axis", leaving the entire northern half as nothing but ice and snow. Ruins are disabled, and Raging Barbarians are enabled. An in-game editor was used to move my spawn point to the farthest northern reaches, far from the plains and tundra of the south, and remote from other civilizations. The game difficulty is King, because A. I am not a Civ expert. and B. The focus of this story is on quality narrative, not gameplay. The game speed is Epic. The civilization used is a Modified Russia Only flavor mods are used (with the exception of one that replaces the starting warrior with a scout), and the Gods and Kings expansion is enabled. Narrative text is in blue (this is the good stuff: READ), any other comments I make will be plain black text. That's enough Introduction for now, let's get started, shall we? [font=tahoma,geneva,sans-serif]Part One: Founding of The Frozen City[/font] Tired of warring, barbarian tribes establish a foothold in the frozen Northern Realm The Northern Realms are a cold, bitter place. When it graces the sky, the Sun shines mockingly, its light reaching the surface of the windswept glaciers, yet bringing no warmth. The land is settled only by Barbarian tribes who roam the polar climate in search of food. Indeed, food is the most precious resource; the luxury commodity of the north. The only reliable source of food comes from the freezing rivers that graciously flow through the land. Rivers, without which, no life could be sustatined. It was along the banks of one of these rivers, high upon a hill surrounded by mountains, that a city was founded. Three barbarian tribes, who had been warring for centuries, decided that perhaps the best way to guaruntee survival was not to kill one another for food, but instead to work together upon the river for the good of all. It was on this premise that a city, or rather a civilization, was founded. That city, was The Frozen City of the North. Spoiler : With excitment, the cornerstones were laid. A symbol of the newfound optimism and strength in the harsh reality of the world around them. Soon, men were volunteering to scout the surrounding area. These brave fools knowing well that the future of the city depended on leaving their newly built dwellings and piercing the fog that surrounded them. Soon a team was gathered and honored with the title "Mistwalkers", for they walked among the mists that shrouded the rest of the world from view. The mistwalkers embraced their families, saluted their former enemies, and started south along the frozen river basin to see what surrounded them. Spoiler : The first one is sort of short, but I hope it got you excited to see where this goes! I have played some 150 turns of this already, and it is a much different experience when you turn Civilization V from a Empire-building game to a Game of Survival. I LOVE using a game's mechanics to challenge myself! Emergent gaming FTW, amirite?! Anyway, it gets pretty interesting, so stay tuned.