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The Rise of a Champion

Discussion in 'Civ4 - Demo Game IV: RPG' started by Vandal Warlord, Jan 17, 2010.

  1. Vandal Warlord

    Vandal Warlord Nazgûl

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    The air was cool and the world was calm as the former Tsar Vasyl I was bruned atop a pyre, darned in what could hardly be called, 'royal attire'. He was surrounded by many of his trusted advisors and friends. The Novgorodskii people, whom many of which could not attend, mourned in their homes at the death of possibly their greatest chieften.

    On Vasyl's left his son, the Crown Prince, watched as his father burned. The boy was at a crisp age of twenty, and fully able to take the throne. Although he shared many of his fathers physical features, Vasyl II was much different from his father. His father had always been a millitary man, and did not believe in absolute power. Vasyl II, however, was not very militarily inclined yet, he was far more intelligent and cunning than his late father. The boy also believed that although not all power should be with the soverign, much of it should.

    "Your Highness," A deep voice boomed from behind him. The boy turned and found three man, cloaked in animal hide, standing behind him. He knew why they were here, and Vasyl knew what they were going to do.

    "My orders are simple," Vasyl paused as he turned back to his father's burning corpse. "You are to find out whatever you can about Caeser. Go." They bowed before leaving the young boy to mourn his father, and swear that he will do better.


    Spoiler OOC :
    This a public thread, go ahead to make any continuations of this story as you like.
     
  2. Cyc

    Cyc Looking for the door...

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    Brewski was always up for a bonfire, the same went for Zim, who was at his side. Both stared at the fire engulfing Vasyl the first, as they moved slowly towards it. The two legged one tied his wineskin after yet another draw from it. He noticed three outlanders approach Vasyl's son from the woods. The conversation was loud over the crackling fire. A dignified and private ceremony this was, which Brewski had stumbled upon. As dusk comes and the light dims, it seems the darker elements openly engage in the procession. "Caeser"? Brewski wondered to himself. As the main fermenter of grapes and grain in the region, Brewski talked with a lot of people, many of them who would freely pass along information. This kept the winemaker fairly aware of the world around him. He had heard of a Caesar from the newly found Egyptian camp. Could he be the one that the young Vasyl speaks of?.... Brewski kneels down and scratches Zim behind the ears, "The plot thickens..."
     
  3. Vandal Warlord

    Vandal Warlord Nazgûl

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    In the far south, just outside of the Cossack land, a storm began to brew. In the thick of the forest, the birds began to chirp and sing. Then, they flew away, out of the trees and to the north. On the forest floor, the earth began to shake as an army moved. They were a motley crew, unbathed and dirty, weilding weapons of all sorts. At the helm of these barbarians, marched a slightly cleaner and better dressed young man, with auburn hair and light green eyes, an axe weilded in each hand.

    The man grinned and muttered to himself, "You can't hide forever, Vasyl."
     

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