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This story just needs another. Maybe on the other side than the already-in-the-story one.
I was off fighting zombies in the Pentagon as Nixon...err, playing Black Ops.
The Travelers
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I was off fighting zombies in the Pentagon as Nixon...err, playing Black Ops.
ono-neko
Prince
Subscribing! Feel free to use my name in your creative story with any imaginable way 
Civ'ed
I ain't gotta explain a thing
Ookkk.... So that means we can continue the story? (Zombies are not a main concern)
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Update's still in the works. In the meanwhile, he's a short list of world facts.
1. India, at this time, is the major power of the continent with Arabia a close second.
2. Egyptians are still pretty sore about being curbstomped by every power on the continent. Unlike the English, who for the most part have use diplomacy and the fact everyone hates one another to stay alive, the Egyptians had fought, and lost, to every power on the continent.
3. The Iroquois are VERY sore about losing the war and with the war still fresh in mind, there is still partisans fighting in the countryside. The Iroquois at one point was the dominate power on the continent and had defeated the English, Egyptians, and Babylonians in individual wars and could fight India tooth and nail. It was the Invasion of Arabia where all of that changed. The battles following the bloody Battle of Nippur ended mostly in stalemates. The Iroquois had been pushed back to the border but the Arabians lacked the force to push the invasion so a white peace was signed.
That, however, lead to the decline of Iroquois. Former Iroquois city-state allies fell into the embrace of either India or Arabia. Babylon resurged from its embarrassing defeat early on against Arabia and took back several of its cities from Iroquois. Meanwhile, England took bites from the crumbling empire from the east. It was the Indians who pushed all the way past Onondaga however to firmly defeat the Iroquois.
4. Babylon is a great case of being an underdog. Early on, Babylon lost so much against Arabia and the Iroquois that it looked like they would become a failed state but they not only recovered, they took back cities lost to the Iroquois and expanded far east and south from their original borders.
5. England is....England.
6. Arabia is a powerhouse to be reckon with. The only kingdom on the continent able to stand toe-to-toe with Arabia is India. The two are so evenly-matched that the only way that the stalemate could possibly be broken is if one side can gain more allies than the other.
In-story, we haven't traveled through any parts of the former Iroquois Confederacy that has been ravaged by war.
1. India, at this time, is the major power of the continent with Arabia a close second.
2. Egyptians are still pretty sore about being curbstomped by every power on the continent. Unlike the English, who for the most part have use diplomacy and the fact everyone hates one another to stay alive, the Egyptians had fought, and lost, to every power on the continent.
3. The Iroquois are VERY sore about losing the war and with the war still fresh in mind, there is still partisans fighting in the countryside. The Iroquois at one point was the dominate power on the continent and had defeated the English, Egyptians, and Babylonians in individual wars and could fight India tooth and nail. It was the Invasion of Arabia where all of that changed. The battles following the bloody Battle of Nippur ended mostly in stalemates. The Iroquois had been pushed back to the border but the Arabians lacked the force to push the invasion so a white peace was signed.
That, however, lead to the decline of Iroquois. Former Iroquois city-state allies fell into the embrace of either India or Arabia. Babylon resurged from its embarrassing defeat early on against Arabia and took back several of its cities from Iroquois. Meanwhile, England took bites from the crumbling empire from the east. It was the Indians who pushed all the way past Onondaga however to firmly defeat the Iroquois.
4. Babylon is a great case of being an underdog. Early on, Babylon lost so much against Arabia and the Iroquois that it looked like they would become a failed state but they not only recovered, they took back cities lost to the Iroquois and expanded far east and south from their original borders.
5. England is....England.
6. Arabia is a powerhouse to be reckon with. The only kingdom on the continent able to stand toe-to-toe with Arabia is India. The two are so evenly-matched that the only way that the stalemate could possibly be broken is if one side can gain more allies than the other.
In-story, we haven't traveled through any parts of the former Iroquois Confederacy that has been ravaged by war.
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The Travelers
Episode 1x03: Ode to Joy
Last time, on The Travelers, Sonereal, Lighthearter, and Joy Bunny met a famed hunter Gruekiller who came up with a plan to kill Jon the Bastard, the Governor of the Buffalo Creek Authority. Meanwhile, a mysterious man tipped off the arrival of the band of heroes and Jon has mobilized his men, ruining Gruekiller's plans.
But larger questions linger. What is "Indiana"? Who is the Cloaked Man?
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The streets were empty and silent except for the rapid tapping of feet as the travelers moved across the wooden pavement to savage the attack plan on the Governor's Manor. The year is 1576 AD but Sonereal wished his feet were solidly planted back in 2011 in his own recognizable world.
"We're almost to the marketplace! Just a little bit-" Gruekiller stopped in mid-step, along with the rest of the travelers. They had just entered the marketplace when several men armed with crossbows pointing at them stood up from behind concealed places ahead of them.
"Hands up!" The leader of Jon's men ordered. Gruekiller, Sonereal, and Lighthearter dropped their weapons and raised their hands.
"Joy?" Sonereal whispered. He turned around and saw Joy ducking down an alleyway. The tail-end of an Iroquois swear flitted up the silent street and arrived unwelcomed into the ears of the remaining travelers.
Jon's Men dragged the group away to jail.
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How many hours has it been? Lighthearter wondered to himself. No light entered his cell except the faint candle light that seemed to sneak under the door to remind him that there was a world outside the small cell. The cell with no window to look out of and no bed to sleep in. A slit in the door opened and a small wooden plate slid through with disregard. Tonight's meal? Bread. The kind that cracked the floor when dropped. Of course, this just brings up a question from earlier.
How many hours have it been? His group ate a meal before entering the city yet he was hungry. Probably near midnight. He was halfway asleep (after finishing his unsatisfying brick meal) when the door opened to his cell. Two men escorted him out of the cell block to a court room. Only moonlight drifted in through the windows and the room was dimly lit with candle light.
Jon was sitting in a chair facing the door and waved when Lighthearter entered. "Why are you here?"
"Because your men arrested me, sir." Smack! One of the guards slapped Lighthearter to the ground and the other one immediately jerked Lighthearter back to his feet.
"Joy Bunny came here with you guys to kill me. Where is he?" Jon asked calmly.
"He ran off!" Lighthearter grimaced, "Cowardly bastard." The guards laughed.
Jon sighed, "Damn. Guess my intel was wrong. Oh well….I'll just execute you and your friends in the morning. Take him back to his cell."
The guards saluted and escorted Lighthearter back to his dark, cramped cell.
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Joy Bunny stared up at the sky.
"What was I thinking? That I could just come back, kill Jon, and have everything go back to normal? How could I have been so stupid?" He asked himself. After the failed foray into the city, Joy fled back to where the party had just camped the night before. It seemed eerily quiet tonight.
"You ain't stupid, kid," said a man. Joy Bunny turned around and came face to face with an older man in the strangest clothes he's ever seen. Blue pants that seemed strong. Fine white shoes with a "C" on the sides. A cloak with metallic edges going down the center. A button near his chest with the words "Have a Nice Day" written on it.
"Who are you?" Joy Bunny asked.
"People around here call me Three Dog. That is, if people knew who I was, know what I mean? Anyway, I saw how you ducked out from the fighting before it started man. I also see you there with your bow and arrows….why ain't you in there saving your friends?"
"Jon probably has guys looking for me to try to bust them out and-"
"Don't lie to yourself. You know he thinks you've scampered back across the border," Three Dog stated coldly and Joy Bunny winced. Three Dog sighed, "You're going to have go save those guys."
"I'm not a fighter, Mr. Dog!"
"Nah. But you got arrows, don't you? Besides, if its nerves that got you down, I think I may have something for that…."
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The man had handed him a small, leather pouch of spheres and told him to swallow one when the time was right. Three Dog also told him to try one then. That was three hours ago. Three Dog has left since then and the moon now hung directly overhead.
He was cold and hot. Every sound and twig snapping in the distance sounded like music in his ears. In the pale moonlight, he could see in vivid detail all the critters and insects flying around and scuttling around. He could count the individual rocks junting slightly into his back as he laid on the ground staring up into the sky where millions of lights competed for his attention.
That's when a twig snapped a bit too close for comfort. Joy Bunny rolled over his bow, picking it up, drew and arrow from the quiver nearby, and took aim at the intruder. The man was grinning nervously and when he noticed the dagger still in his hand, he dropped it and raised his hands up.
"Who sent you?" Joy Bunny asked.
"No one sent me, sir."
"Prove it."
The man squirmed, "How?"
"Why were you about to murder me?"
"I was just going to rob you. No plan for murder. Look!" He bent over and picked up the knife then grabbed the blade. The man applied a little force on the blade and it snapped woodenly. "Just wood. Not even good wood. It was supposed to scare you but….that didn't work."
"It didn't. Get out of here."
"Hang on. Ain't you Joy Bunny?" Joy's face flushed. "You are! You're here to overthrow Jon!"
"What?"
The man, Terrence, explained the rumor going around the Buffalo Creek Authority since Joy fled. Apparently, the tale of him simply sleeping with Jon's wife evolved to include a promise to overthrow the tyrant and how he killed dozens of men with his bow during the daring nighttime escape.
Joy sighed, "Can you do me a favor?"
Terrence's eyes lit up, "Of course! What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to…." Joy told him. Terrence's smile evaporated but he nodded.
"I'll get right on it." Terrence answered. He left the campsite. Tired, Joy snuffed out the fire and fell asleep, the Apex Three Dog given him out of his system. At the same time, in a Governor's Palace not too far away, a man in a cloak is awakening Jon to give him a gift. A small leather pouch full of spheres….
[The next day….]
Hanging at high noon! That's what Jon's men were saying as they galloped on horseback through the city streets. There's gonna be a hanging and by noon, three men will be dangling at the end of a very short rope. Men trying to assassinate the Governor? Crazy talk! The gallows were hastily built under the cover of night and early morning.
"These men though they could kill me!" Jon's voice boomed. "They were caught thanks in part of several loyal citizens!" Jon laughed. At these men and the look on these people's faces. They believe this!
"Any last words gentlemen?"
"Sod off."
"Screw you."
"And your mother." Gruekiller, Lightheater, and Sonereal answered. Laughs cut through the crowd instantly and Jon's face flushed. He whispered into the ear of the executioner to pull the lever.
"Hilarious last words you guys had," Jon laughed bitterly. "Too bad you guys….are….DONE! PULL!"
Swish Swish Swish!
Four arrows. Three cut ropes. One screaming executioner whose pulling hand had been pierced with an arrow.
"Who dares!?" Jon roared and the crowd simply laughed. "What's going on?"
"I'm going on! Get that man off the stage!"
Sonereal laughed, "Hey, it's that guy who totally abaondoned us yesterday."
"Indeed it is." Lighthearter answered.
Gruekiller sighed as he worked the rope off from around his hands, "Better now than never."
Jon reached into the pouch around his neck and picked out a reb sphere with a swirling crimson cloud inside and swallowed it. "Now you're in trouble! Just wait when I-" He stumbled backwards and fell when the arrow pierced his jugular.
"Not today," Bunny chuckled. The crowd cheered.
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[In the Governor's Manor]
"You're staying!" Sonereal exclaimed.
"Why are you surprised?" Joy asked.
Lighthearter shrugged, "The Governor is dead. You think you can just replace him? There are still probably loyalist to him about and once word spreads that the governor has been replaced by-"
Joy held up his hand, "Hang on. I thought of that last night. I had someone take of that. Look!" Joy pushed open a set of double doors. A foul stench made several of the men in the room gagged
"I guess he killed them?'
"Par for the course at this point, wouldn't you say?" Joy asked. "Spend the night why don't you?"
Sonereal and Lighthearter pounced, "Of course!"
Gruekiller raised his hand, "What about me?"
"Are you coming with us?" Sonereal asked.
"If you'd allow."
"Then he should come!" Lighthearter whined.
"Fine."
And so, our heroes dined, wined, and concubined. The next day, Joy Bunny would hand over the pouch of the spheres called "Apex" to the Travelers and they would go on their way. Joy Bunny, waking up the next day, realized something.
He had just become the Governor of the Buffalo Creek Authority.
Civ'ed
I ain't gotta explain a thing
It's sorta clear the story is dead. 
Duke Blackstone
John Marchman
Naa hes just busy. You can use me when you get the chance 
Civ'ed
I ain't gotta explain a thing
He still needs to use me in his story.
DragonHead
Warlord
I'd liek to be an ancient traveling salesman who kills people when they don't buy his product!
DragonHead
Warlord
We can weait awhile for additions.
DragonHead
Warlord
It has been a long,LONG time, are u stil ldoing it?
Terrance888
Discord Reigns
NESes? Oooh! Which one?
Also: might write up an AAR for a NES, but I wonder where It will go.
Also: might write up an AAR for a NES, but I wonder where It will go.
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The Fallout one and the Mutant one. I'm still pretty new to NESes though but I'm really enjoying these two.
Terrance888
Discord Reigns
Congratulations. I just got into RealPolitik myself.
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I don't need no stinking save of screenshots. I remember the map as if I had played it just yesterday I tell you!
"Stay sharp! Deserters and bandits still roam the countryside. You never know when a batch of them will decide to board the ship." Captain Civ Ed shouted. The ship was called Hope which was all too fitting. When Jon seized power, he ordered the building of the ship just in case of a popular uprising. Ships weren't a rarity on the Genesee River. Trips are expensive and Hope isn't the average ship. Captain Civ Ed technically owns the ship now that Jon's body was in a shallow grave.
The Genesee River ran through Onondaga, Osininka, Awkwesama, before finally reaching the Central Ocean. Lighthearter told Sonereal that they wouldn't go that far.
"What are these?" Lighthearter asked.
"Muskets." Sonereal answered.
Captain Civ Ed ordered some men on the nightwatch and tonight it would be Lighthearter and Sonereal along with a few of the Captain's men which meant they now got to see what Jon had just in case he had to defend his ship.
"What are muskets?" Gruekiller asked.
"You put a ball in them and some gunpowder, point, and fire at what you want to die."
"Sounds great!" Gruekiller exclaimed.
"They're very inaccurate however except at close range. You're better off using your crossbow."
"Oh…hey, where are your swords?" Gruekiller asked. Sonereal and Lighthearter shrugged, "Can either of you use muskets then?"
"Never seen a musket before." Lighthearter sighed. "They have swords over there."
Sonereal said, "I'll a sword and musket. They seem pretty nice to keep around."
Captain Civ Ed entered the armory, "How do you know so much about muskets when they're a dangerously new weapon?"
"Umm-" A sailor saved Sonereal from answering.
"River Pirates!" The sailor shouted. On cue, River Pirates had built a bridge across the river and were going to jump down on the ship as it passed. No turning back now either. A River Pirate ship were tailing them; its sail black but unusual against the dark sky.
Gruekiller, Sonereal, and Lighthearter were on deck just as the first wave of pirates jumped on board. Gruekiller and a few sailors provided fire support with arrows and crossbow bolts while Sonereal, Lighthearter, and the rest of the crew went toe to toe in close combat.
Horizontal, horizontal, vertical, horizontal, diagonal. Sonereal was simply appalled at the swordsmanship of some of these pirates. They fought so predictably! A man screamed behind him and he turned just as Gruekiller shot the man with a crossbow in the throat.
"It's the Pirate King! Shoot him!" Captain Civ Ed shouted and waved his sword at the bridge where a large man stood. His shaggy black beard, peg leg, and eye patch almost sent Sonereal over the edge with laughter until he saw the gleam of power in the man's good eye. No, this isn't funny.
And it won't be easy.
"Boys!" The Pirate King's voice boomed over the sound of the sporadic fighting on deck and the sound of the river despite the bridge still being a good ways up the river, "Surrender to the Blackstone Pirates and ye shall be spared!"
"Like hell-" Captain Civ Ed began before Sonereal dropped his blade and musket and put his hands up.
"What are you doing man? We outnumber this guy! We can take him!" Gruekiller barked. Sonereal shook his head.
"Sonereal?"
An invisible explosion rocked the front of the ship and the sound was deafening. The sailor who had warned of the Pirate attack had been ripped to pieces by flying planks of wood turned deadly by the soundwave. The ship, out of control, never made it under the bridge but washed up on the river bank. Another explosion hit the ship too close for comfort and the last thing Sonereal remembered before being knocked out was Blackstone's booming, deep voice.
The Travelers
Episode 1x04x01: Rivermen Blues
"Stay sharp! Deserters and bandits still roam the countryside. You never know when a batch of them will decide to board the ship." Captain Civ Ed shouted. The ship was called Hope which was all too fitting. When Jon seized power, he ordered the building of the ship just in case of a popular uprising. Ships weren't a rarity on the Genesee River. Trips are expensive and Hope isn't the average ship. Captain Civ Ed technically owns the ship now that Jon's body was in a shallow grave.
The Genesee River ran through Onondaga, Osininka, Awkwesama, before finally reaching the Central Ocean. Lighthearter told Sonereal that they wouldn't go that far.
"What are these?" Lighthearter asked.
"Muskets." Sonereal answered.
Captain Civ Ed ordered some men on the nightwatch and tonight it would be Lighthearter and Sonereal along with a few of the Captain's men which meant they now got to see what Jon had just in case he had to defend his ship.
"What are muskets?" Gruekiller asked.
"You put a ball in them and some gunpowder, point, and fire at what you want to die."
"Sounds great!" Gruekiller exclaimed.
"They're very inaccurate however except at close range. You're better off using your crossbow."
"Oh…hey, where are your swords?" Gruekiller asked. Sonereal and Lighthearter shrugged, "Can either of you use muskets then?"
"Never seen a musket before." Lighthearter sighed. "They have swords over there."
Sonereal said, "I'll a sword and musket. They seem pretty nice to keep around."
Captain Civ Ed entered the armory, "How do you know so much about muskets when they're a dangerously new weapon?"
"Umm-" A sailor saved Sonereal from answering.
"River Pirates!" The sailor shouted. On cue, River Pirates had built a bridge across the river and were going to jump down on the ship as it passed. No turning back now either. A River Pirate ship were tailing them; its sail black but unusual against the dark sky.
Gruekiller, Sonereal, and Lighthearter were on deck just as the first wave of pirates jumped on board. Gruekiller and a few sailors provided fire support with arrows and crossbow bolts while Sonereal, Lighthearter, and the rest of the crew went toe to toe in close combat.
Horizontal, horizontal, vertical, horizontal, diagonal. Sonereal was simply appalled at the swordsmanship of some of these pirates. They fought so predictably! A man screamed behind him and he turned just as Gruekiller shot the man with a crossbow in the throat.
"It's the Pirate King! Shoot him!" Captain Civ Ed shouted and waved his sword at the bridge where a large man stood. His shaggy black beard, peg leg, and eye patch almost sent Sonereal over the edge with laughter until he saw the gleam of power in the man's good eye. No, this isn't funny.
And it won't be easy.
"Boys!" The Pirate King's voice boomed over the sound of the sporadic fighting on deck and the sound of the river despite the bridge still being a good ways up the river, "Surrender to the Blackstone Pirates and ye shall be spared!"
"Like hell-" Captain Civ Ed began before Sonereal dropped his blade and musket and put his hands up.
"What are you doing man? We outnumber this guy! We can take him!" Gruekiller barked. Sonereal shook his head.
"Sonereal?"
An invisible explosion rocked the front of the ship and the sound was deafening. The sailor who had warned of the Pirate attack had been ripped to pieces by flying planks of wood turned deadly by the soundwave. The ship, out of control, never made it under the bridge but washed up on the river bank. Another explosion hit the ship too close for comfort and the last thing Sonereal remembered before being knocked out was Blackstone's booming, deep voice.
Even fictional me knows: Crossbow > Gun.
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It feels nice to be working on this again. I'm splitting up Episode 4 clearly but since I'm not tied down to a single save for this story as a whole (or even this story arc), I'm golden.
Duke Blackstone
John Marchman
YES! Someone finally realized where my name came from. Love the story. Oh and Gruekiller, Bomb > Both 
but not as good as 
Love the story. Oh and Gruekiller, Bomb > Both but not as good as Similar threads
