Discussion in 'Civ3 - Stories & Tales' started by Sashie VII, Apr 24, 2007.
Where did your leader go??
My great leader? Still perfecting the plans for a Moraien Army (waiting for a fourth city).
Ah, the greatness of perfection (perfecton=an army of swordsman)
May the greatness of Moraie continue to grow in magnitude!
I like this game variant Sashie. Your difficulty is emperor right? Keep up the good work!
If you don't want to delay too much your next battles, you can settle a temporary city somewhere, so you can use up the leader immediately and form the army. The temporary settlement can be disbanded later, to make room for your last "good" city. That wouldn't break the 5CC rule.
We got silver!
I'm back, and fortunately found myself free for several hours before we returned to our campus. So update coming up!
Thanks for the tip. But my fourth city is about to be founded
EDIT: I've discovered that there's a 15 image limit per post. The next chapter had 16, so I cut the Tarsus raze message.
The slaves moved slowly.
Moraien soldiers stood guard, keeping their eyes out for any sign of trouble. The Mayan slaves were captured not too long ago, their escorts slain in a quick attack by Moraien swordsmen. Why they turned back knowing that their pursuers are close behind was a mystery that might never be solved. Nevertheless, the leader of the sword companies was pleased that his mission had been accomplished without difficulty.
Ganh was relieved to see his rear scouts return to the camp. He had two pairs before dawn, one to the front and one to check their rear. The rear scout pair were supposed to return an hour ago, and Ganh had almost given out the order to move out when they finally showed up.
"What kept you?" he asked as the scouts came to stand in front of him.
Catching their breaths, neither answered for several seconds. Then, one of them reported, "We saw a Mongol settling party passing from the west, so we thought we'd watch a bit until they've passed."
Raising an eyebrow in interest, Ganh asked again, "Where are they headed?"
"Eastwards, probably to claim that iron deposit. But a company of Hittite archers ambushed the group just as we were about to leave, so we stayed a bit longer to watch the battle. The Mongols are captured, and their soldiers slain to the last man."
Shaking his head, Ganh almost felt pity for the Mongols. Dismissing his tired scouts, he gave orders to break camp. They have a town to raze.
The stench of death filled the evening air.
Ganh sat, fatigue finally beginning to overwhelm of him. His command had been victorious in the siege of Tarsus, but the defending Hittites fought fiercely. Before the assault, a company of swordsmen had unexpectedly shown up and raided the encamped Moraien host, and managed to destroy a full company of elites before wthdrawing. The infamous Kuang-yin's company was then lost at the walls of Tarsus. Despite razing Tarsus to the ground and avenging the lost elite company afterwards, Ganh didn't feel too good about the victory.
His command was now scattered and are vulnerable to enemy counterattack. Orders have been sent to regroup immediately, but it would take time. Should the Hittites have forces in place, he stand to lose more men. Ganh could only hope that the Hittite diplomat in Moraien would agree to peace on Sashie VII's terms before that happens.
Colour drained from his face.
Word of the latest Moraien victory over Hittite forces arrived during the peace negotiations, but a few moments ago. The Hittite envoy clearly did not expect this latest development. Moraien forces had razed another Hittite town, a newly founded settlement named Kadesh.
Sashie VII smiled coldly. He had them now, and the peace treaty will be signed on Moraien terms. Glancing quickly at Farei, he saw his advisor nod in silent agreement of the triumph and then looked at the Hittite once more. The man stood uncomfortably, apparently unsure of his options now.
Cad said nothing, but his broad smile told all. He was ecstatic with the gains from the recent trading by Farei. The reparations from the Hittites was very useful, and had allowed the Moraien technological level to catch up with the rest of the world. Around him the advisors were also happy of Farei's latest feat, while Farei only smiled slightly.
A bit disappointed that Sashie VII decided to pass on the Zulu offer, Cad nevertheless had faith in his lord. They had trusted him this far and he had not led them astray.
The party halted. Sumerians founding a town right next to where they were ordered to go was unexpected. Attacking the settlement would be chancy, and should the assault fail then the settling expedition would have to turn back.
Their leader, the chieftain of the Gor clan, signalled his best trackers forward. They needed help, and quickly. Messengers would be sent to Ganh's command to the northwest, skirting the edge of Erech. The town must be sieged and razed before the Sumerians could reinforce it.
Not only did the AI have the gall to beat you to the covetted spot, but they lacked the intelligence to even settle in the best location....
Sashie VII waited patiently.
Word has reached the city of the razing of Sumerian Erech. The town fell quickly, but a company of archers were lost in the assault. Ganh's messenger also informed him that the Gor clan has founded their town next to the ruins of Erech, and that things were now relatively stable in the north.
Now that the objectives for the northern campaign has been accomplished, Sashie VII had instructed Ganh to return with his remaining companies. His boyhood friend was proving to become a skilled commander. Now he was waiting for Farei to report to him on the peace negotiations with the Sumerians.
The door opened, and Farei entered. He looked weary, covered in road dust.
"My lord, we have reached an accommodation with Gilgamesh." said Farei, still walking slowly towards his lord.
"And?" Raising an eyebrow in question, Sashie VII knew that Farei was enjoying the suspense. Farei's triumphant air was unmistakable, for all his attempts to keep his expression neutral.
Finally standing in front of his lord, Farei bowed deeply. When he finally looked up again, he was grinning.
"The plans have been completed, lord. We can now form a glorious army!" Milliad was unable to contain his enthusiasm. His lord was standing by the window, glancing down at the courtyard.
Sashie VII paced a bit before he turned back towards Milliad. "Have K'uang-yin return to Moraien at once with his plans." said Sashie VII.
Nodding, Milliad hastened out of the door. Sashie VII turned back to the window.
Only the finest fighters, thought Sashie VII. The very elite among my swordsmen, perhaps?
The chieftain of the Val clan watched as his nephew, Zoac went out of the city gates. Finally, Moraien troops would take the fight to the enemy, as opposed to being on the defensive thus far. He hoped that his nephew would be successful, and that he would survive. Knowing that the finest among the soldiers in the south marching with him, the old chieftain smiled.
Come back alive, Zoac thought the chieftain. When the time comes for Sashie VII to fall, you shall stand by my side.
Sashie VII blinked in surprise. Then, he broke into laughter.
Around him his advisors looked at each other in confusion. They did not find it funny, nor did they understand their master's reaction. Neither did the German envoys.
Standing up from his seat, Sashie VII stopped laughing. Still with a slight smile on his face, he patted the lead German's shoulders. "Go back to your nation, and tell Bismarck not to pull my leg like this again." said Sashie VII.
Taken aback by this unexpected reply, the German envoy asked, "Does this mean you reject our request, lord Sashie VII?"
Turning his back to them, Sashie VII walked back to his seat. When he finally sat and was facing the diplomats again, he said, "Yes, definitely. None will insult our dignity in any way, not even your master."
The German envoy then replied, "Very well, lord. My master has instructed clearly to us that should you reject our request for assistance, you shall no longer be considered friend to our nation. We shall send a formal declaration of war tomorrow." Bowing, he exited, followed by his companions.
Ignoring the worried faces of his advisors over this new war, Sashie VII glared at the envoys' backs. As if you were ever our friend to begin with, thought Sashie VII.
The messenger listened closely.
"Tell Sashie VII that our soldiers guarding the spice colony stumbled upon a Mayan settling expedition. They have been successfully captured, their escorts slain easily." said the Val chieftain.
Nodding, the messenger scribbled down the information. Taking his leave, he exited the room and moved towards the stables. He didn't relish another fast ride to Moraien, but alas it was his job. At least, I'll be carrying good news, thought the messenger.
And good it was, for Zoac had achieved a great victory in the southern campaign. Two days past, Moraien forces had razed Chichén Itza to the ground. Despite facing heavy resistance, no companies were lost on the part of the Moraien host.
Welcome back! Great job showing the AI who's in charge.
Great, you got your army! Load it with swordsmen and crush the Germans with it! (yes I know that was what you probbably were going to do anyways)
I had some luck in the process, though. When AIs at war with you give towns-for-razing like that, you just can't say no
Actually, while playing my next few turns I forgot I had an army Will see what I can put into it soon, though.
EDIT: The next chapter is ready and the one after that is half done, but I'll post them both together sometime during the weekend.
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely. We saw enough signs to be sure of it." said the scout.
Zoac nodded, and the scout took that as a dismissal. Returning to the parchments in front of him, he reviewed the orders once more. After Chichén Itza fell, he had sent scouts to the east and south to prevent a surprise counterattack as well as to ascertain the location of the next Mayan town to attack. From what the prisoners told, Smoke-Jaguar managed to escape before the final assault that took the Mayan capital.
The latest group of scouts had returned with a very important discovery; the location of a Mayan iron mine.
Reaching for his quill, Zoac gathered his thoughts. Knowing what his lord's reply would be, he nevertheless still need to send a formal report to the capital city. He idly wondered whether Sashie VII would send more men to help him take the Mayan iron town.
"The galley have set out, lord. According to the plans, they would have enough pigeons to keep us updated every few months before they would return to refit."
"Good. Cad, draw up construction plans for an aquaduct tonight and have the rider return to Port Moraien with it at first light."
"Yes, my lord." Glancing to his colleagues now, Cad was aware that the mounting anxiety within the chamber. Several reports have come in regarding foreign movements towards the former Mayan territory, obviously seeking to claim the land. Knowing Sashie VII, he knew that his lord was considering the problem even as he was giving instructions on other matters at hand. Still, he saw that no one else was going to ask. "What of the foreign settling parties, lord?"
Traa shook his head. "They can't be allowed to pass freely. The colony we have near that source of spice is too valuable to risk." What she thought of losing the source of spices was unmistakable in her expression.
"But stopping them would mean war. And that is something we already have in abundance." added Farei, followed by a grunt of agreement from Milliad.
Sashie VII waited until the advisors have all spoken their minds. When no one spoke at last, he finally looked up from the mound of reports in front of him. "It doesn't have to be war." said Sashie VII. He had been rereading the missives again and again, crystallizing his thoughts on the situation.
"Blocking them would be enough. Milliad, prepare a dozen of your fastest riders." said Sashie VII. His idea was to set up blockades along the paths of the foreign settlers, with the purpose of keeping them away from the colony's vicinity. "If we decide to garrison the outlying lands, they'll have to declare war to pass through, don't they."
His advisors knew it wasn't a question.
"What is the situation?"
Milliad spread the map on the table. It showed the southern lands of Moraie, as well as the jungles outside the borders. "They have been massing their soldiers near these mountains since last season." Pointing to a particular part of the map, he continued, "Our latest intelligence confirms that they have indeed began marching against us."
Sashie VII nodded. The other advisors were absent, since he decided that each advisor should no longer be concerned with matters outside their function in his court. "And our troops?"
"Another company of horsemen have completed training two days ago." said Milliad. Worry etched in his expression, he added, "We only have two horse companies to repel this assault, not counting the warrior militias in Moraien and Val-Igsthea." The invasion was ill-timed for the Moraiens, as most of the soldiers were too far to come to the defense of the cities in time.
Sighing, Sashie VII shared his advisor's worry. This latest attempt by the Mayans only consists of two companies, but alas he also only have two companies of dependable soldiers to fight them with. The warrior militia were adequately able to maintain order in the cities, but not so on the field of battle. The chances of losing the counter assault was too dangerous to take without a hedge. "Milliad, retrain the militias in both cities and equip them with swords. I want you to personally oversee the training in Moraien, and send your best man to do the same in Val-Igsthea."
"But they'll still be green regulars nonetheless." Milliad voiced his uncertainty.
Sashie VII met his aide's eyes and saw a doubt that mirrored his own, deep within. "They're all we have, Milliad." Moving the map slightly, he added, "I want both horse companies here. Once the retraining is complete, keep them stationed as they were in the cities but ready to move on a moment's notice."
Zoac winced as the chirurgeon tightened the bandage on his left arm. All around him wounded men were being treated by healers or their comrades, according to their injuries.
"Lucky to keep your arm, lad. And that chest wound is more serious than it seems, too." said the chirurgeon as he gathered his things before moving on to the next soldier.
Nodding, Zoac moved slowly out of the tent. He looked around and saw to his approval that the rest of his command were doing their duties. Cursing the Mayans, he was grateful that his company survived the ambush. His company had advanced half a day before the others at his orders, as he wanted to ensure that the jungles were safe from traps. But his misjudgement almost cost the company, as he ordered camp near the edge of the jungle. Too close to the enemy mines.
Walking to his own tent, he returned greetings from passing soldiers. Should have camped farther from the mine, he remembered bitterly. That night Mayan swordsmen ambushed the camp, and took them completely by surprise. One elite company were almost lost, and would have if it werent for his rallying of the almost routed men. They managed to hold until the other companies reached them, and the invaders were defeated.
Still, he knew that despite the praises from the men of his courage and leadership, it was his mistake in the first place. He underestimated the enemy, and hes determined to never make the same error again.
Sashie VII awoke from his brooding as the horsemen rode into view. They had been camped half a day's march from Moraien for the last few days, preparing to assault the Mayan invaders moving towards Val-Igsthea. Standing up, his heart sank as he noted how few had returned from the feint. As they reached the camp, the leader of the company dismounted and approached him.
"How did it go?" asked Sashie VII, fearing the worst.
"Only my company managed to retreat successfully, my lord. The other was lost, as the Mayans encircled them before they could get away." said the man. Shaking his head slightly, the man continued, "From what I've heard about these Mayans, our soldiers might still be alive as slaves."
Dismissing the man, Sashie VII turned to Milliad, ever present at his side since morning. "Send a rider to Val-Igsthea, and have them march at once. I want them to strike the Mayan camp an hour after sunset, right when we attack from the north." Without waiting for a reply, Sashie VII walked back to his tent.
Nodding, Milliad called out instructions to the men. After he had finished instructing the messenger, he watched as the man took a mount and rode away. Glancing around, he was satisfied to see that all was in order. He turned and moved towards his own tent. There's still much to be done before sunset.
The smell of burning wood as well as flesh hung in the air as the galley drifted slowly. The captain of the Moraien galley kept his gaze upon the enemy ship, ablaze now in fire. The Mauryan pirates had been sighted two days past, but the Moraiens didn't attack. Absently shouting orders to his men, the captain turned his eyes upon the sunset.
They had tried to sail past the pirate galley and avoid battle, but the Mauryans were persistent and gave chase. Seemingly willing to kill slaves to catch up with the Moraiens, the captain eventually had no choice but to turn and fight.
Although the battle was won, the captain felt little cheer. His own galley was badly damaged and needs to return to port for refitting. However, he cannot spare the time to do so. His charge was to explore the southern coastlines and if possible, to discover the locations of important Carthaginian cities. The lands to the south was relatively free of outlaws and barbarians, so he was confident that he can avoid anymore naval battles for some time. After all, the Mauryan galley had appeared from the west. Nodding to himself, the captain remembered that he had not sent word of this encounter to Moraien. I better do it now, he thought.
Sashie VII entered the council and saw that all his advisors were already there. Taking his seat, he asked, "Domea, how was the city while I was gone?"
"Nothing was amiss, my lord. The other cities were also fine, and there were no problems reported." pleased with the news, Domea smiled.
"Good. Milliad, any word from the fronts?" asked Sashie VII.
Clearing his throat, Milliad nodded. "A pigeon came in during the night from our exploring galley, lord. They had been attacked by pirates, but have defeated their attackers. The captain says that the galley can go on without full repair for some time yet."
Sashie VII saw that Milliad have not finished, and waited for him to continue.
"We have also received a report from the companies tasked with blockading the Carthaginians near the ruins of Chichén Itza. A company of Javelin Throwers unexpectedly showed up, and a horse company was lost in the ensuing battle. But the Mayans were defeated."
"Also, the forces advancing to the Mayan iron mines were ambushed, but all companies are still intact. The messenger who brought the missive said that the leader of the soldiers showed extraordinary courage, and that an elite company would have been lost were it not for the man's leadership."
Gathering his thoughts, Sashie VII remembered the man's name. "Zoac, Val chieftain's heir?"
Milliad nodded. "The same. He's the chieftain's nephew." He paused and looked at his fellow advisor's silent faces. Seeing that no one was about to add a comment, he said, "Perhaps the man's exemplary leadership might be rewarded, lord?"
Sashie VII considered the suggestion. Looking around the table, he saw that Domea and Traa were nodding quietly. Farei showed no indication of agreement or otherwise, as did Cad. Calor shrugged. "Good idea, Milliad. Domea, what is the current project in Port Moraien?"
Quickly scanning through her parchments, Domea replied, "The construction of an aquaduct is still underway, lord."
"Have the Porta chieftain use the resources available to him to build a harbour instead." seeing raised eyebrows around him, Sashie VII continued, "I'm naming Zoac as the manager of the aquaduct's construction and operation. See to it that he is informed, and after the southern campaigns are over, he is to return to Moraien for a proper ceremony."
"Yes, my lord." Domea scribbled the instructions hastily.
"And have the messenger to Port Moraien inform Ganh to return to Moraien at once."
I missed the said weekend, due to unexpected RL events popping up
Hopefully the extra chapter in addition to the promised two makes up for breaking my promise.
That they do Sashie!
Wow, a triple update! It certainly makes up for the wait! And excellent quality as always. This is my favorite read of the stories on the forum.
You still have one city left to build, right? The location of the former Chichen Itza looks awfully good with double spices and double bananas, and some hills and bonus grassland to boot. Not that the old double-silk place isn't as good as always!
Ruins of Chichen Itza looks promising, but I'm leaning slightly towards the extra gpt from the silks at the moment.
If Mayans don't come up with anything worth extorting, they're going to go extinct.
My CD is broken and I am unable to continue this story until I get a new one.
When I can play civ again, I will update this story. Apologies.
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