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    Boy LzPrt, glad I got here late, because now your secret is still safe-from me at any rate . Anyway, keeping this short so as not to disturb the story flow.

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    The Rise of Christopher the Yankee...

    Jefferson and Arnold arrived in Richmond on a fine day, the sun blanketed the lush American countryside and both men were quite happy to be home after spending years in Carpathia negotiating a settlement with their leader Count Tepes. They were happy to be home, but even happier that they were bearing great news; the Americans and Carpathians had come to tentative terms regarding the status of the New York settlement as well as the future settlements and relationship between both nations. While all of Samuel's demands were not men, the two were quite assured of themselves that they would be well recieved. The only thing left was to tell the High Chief that Tepes wished for an official meeting to formalize the agreement.

    When the two arrived at the High Chief's residence they were greeted by his nephew Christopher, who had just come of age while the two were away in Targoviste "Hey there, look at you Christopher, you've become quite the man." Benedict Arnold said as he greeted Christopher "Big and strong, you'll make a great general one day."

    "I don't know if fighting's for me" Christopher replied "What tales do you have from Carpathia? Everyone is intruiged!"

    "It was a little dreadful actually" Jefferson replied.

    Benedict looked at him with comical disdain "Oh it wasn't that bad Jonathan, a little blood and he gets disturbed, their leader just has a different way of dealing with people, the country was fantastic, very orderly and the people were quite welcoming, especially considering the situation when we first arrived."

    "Yes, Uncle Sam told me that Vlad was not pleased with the New York settlement, Sam is honestly distraught over the situation, but it seems like you two have some good news." Christopher said.

    "Oh yes, we do, in fact the Count was-" Jefferson was interrupted as Christopher's mother, Agatha, burst from the front door crying.

    "Mother, what is it!" Christopher said, coming to his mother's side.

    "It's Samuel, he, he won't wake up." she cried, her eyes were bright red and glistened in tears.

    "No-" Jefferson said "This can't be, not now!" he quickly ran into the home, he quickly ran to the High Chief's chambers.

    "Halt!" the guard said "You can't go in there, the High Chief has died...."

    Christopher the Yankee becomes High Chief...

    The passing of Samuel changed many things in America, and none of this was apparent at the time. The unity behind Samuel had brought together the various tribes who referred to themselves collectively as Americans; Samuel was, after all, the descendant of the legendary Liberty and was the final one in the direct line. The College of Electors didn't know what to do, there were influential families for sure, but none that could unite their people as Samuel had done. The various little settlements and statelets had all become more insulated after his passing, choosing to run their own affairs for the most part and let the College of Electors decide the High Chief, who would now be relegated to foreign policy matters and even then the High Chief's clout would be challenged regularly.

    The new College of Electors had recognized this change and saw this as an opportunity to establish themselves as a powerful oligarchy who would rule over America. What better way? The body was already comprised of the lords of America anyway, and since the states now had more authority why shouldn't the College? The College would now convene regularly and began to fashion itself the 'Senate of the American People' and changed the title of High Chief to simply 'Commander in Chief' as the role would now be considered to be more of a military role. The first Commander in Chief of America was to be Christopher the Yankee, nephew of Samuel.

    This of course would also have an effect on the negotiations between Carpathia and America. True, an agreement had already been made using Samuel's points of interest and his chosen ambassadors (Jonathan Jefferson and Benedict Arnold, the former would quickly fall out of favor with the new Senate) and further the agreement was pretty much already finalized save for one final meeting between the two national leaders, but the feeling of certainty that Jefferson and Arnold had on their way home was lost. This was mainly due to the youth and inexperience of Christopher, and many doubted he would have the acument and where-with-all to negotiate with a man as powerful as Vlad Tepes. Despite these qualms it would be Christopher who would lead the Americans into a brave new era, more than anyone could guess this new young leader would serve an important role in his people's history...
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    Official American Message



    High Chief Christopher the Yankee of Richmond, Prince of Virginia and Commander in Chief of the Americans

    TO: Count Vlad Tepes of Carpathia
    FROM: Foreign Minister Jonathan Jefferson

    Hail Vlad Tepes!

    I dutifully regret to inform you of the passing of High Chief Samuel the Yankee of America. He never heard of our agreement however his successor and nephew, the Prince of Virginia, has agreed to the terms and will be present to meet you at the date we set in your capital of Targoviste.

    Samuel was a man who had great respect and admiration for Count Tepes and the Carpathian people, and I regret that we could not have finished our visit earlier so that he could join you in Targoviste, as I know he was looking forward to doing so. But alas, things did not work in that way and now young Christopher will be meeting you instead. Mr. Arnold and myself will accompany him on the way, and we shall bring gifts from America in honor of our friendship and mutual prosperity.

    Samuel has passed into the afterlife and he will look down upon our peoples and guide us towards a bright and successful future.

    -J. Jefferson
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    Originally posted by Diplo Ottoman
    A reliable method of sending messages in a lasting format not dependent on memory is being devised, so these agreements can be worked on.

    In the meantime we respectfully ask that the peoples from Mongolia, Inca and Holland in particular do respect all the Land of the Great Rivers, from the flood prone desert plains to its source in the mountains, roads may need repairing occasionally, but its abundance of food, and our people, their multiple wives who are set up in self funding cottages and many children do require all this region for their future habitation.
    Sulamein the first,

    I greet you once again kind sire.

    Did Hollande not honour its agreement with you?

    De Hague was settled in de agreed spot and as I, Willem de Despot, said we would settle no further south.

    Please read diplomatic correspondence to be sent to you within a day.

    Although we can not yet 'write' we have assistance from another nation.

    Thankyou,

    Willem de Despot

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    High Chief Christopher meets Count Tepes



    It was spring when the new High Chief Christopher, Arnold, and Jefferson set out for the Carpathian capital of Targoviste.

    "Where are all the victims of Count Tepes?", asked Christopher of his companions. "You had briefed me that Tepes made a point to display the fates of its criminal class for all to see."

    "Odd", remarked Jefferson, "On our last visit you would be hard pressed to walk a mile without viewing the silhouette of some poor soul stuck on top a stake. The smell lingered throughout the countryside, but now the air is clear of the stench of death."

    The trio continued toward Targoviste with it's personal guard in tow. The Carpathian people waved and offered advice about the road ahead. Very friendly, almost too friendly.

    "It is almost as if they were expecting us", commented Arnold.

    After many weeks of travel, the Americans made it to the gates of Count Tepes fortress. A huge and forboding structure situated precariously at the edge of a sheer cliff, Tepes fortress hung in the sky over Targoviste as a physical manifestation of the iron rule the Count had over his people.

    Jefferson opened the front gate and motioned the party into the courtyard.

    "We just walk in? Just like that?" inquired Christopher.

    "You will find Christopher that the Carpathians operate very differently from us Americans," replied Jefferson. "They do not lock their doors, they do not hide valuables, they do not knock before entering. Tepes's "Code" has virtually eliminated crime from their society. It is quite an influencial book, have you had time to read it?"

    "No, I haven't", said Christopher in a hushed voice. "It is on my to do list".

    The trio made their way up the mountain of steps leading to the front enterence. Gargoyles glared down at them from various pedestals as they made the climb, and it added greatly to the already uneasy feeling Christopher had about this whole arrangment.

    "In and out", Christopher whispered to Arnold, "Lets seal the deal and get out of here, this place gives me the creeps."

    "Me too", chimmed in Jefferson, apparently having overheard the High Cheif's comments, "and I had to live here!"

    They took a brief break to catch their breath. The town of Targoviste sprawled out from the foot of the fortress and seemed unusually quiet dispite it being almost midday. There were no other people on the steps, in fact, the Americans were not greeted since entering the front gate.

    "Ahhh, my American friends, so good to see you again," said the Count having suddenly appeared at the top of the steps. "I trust your trip here was pleasent?"

    "Yes indeed dear Count," replied Arnold, "It is always a pleasure to visit the Carpathian realm."

    Jefferson stiffled a laugh, and was quickly elbowed by Arnold.

    "Dear Count, High Chief Samual has expired, we present to you our new High Chief Christopher."

    Count Tepes put his hand to his chin and spied the boy leader. Without removing his gaze, he commented, "It is quite unfortunate I never met Samual before he... expired. All of you come inside, I have a feast waiting."

    The Americans followed Tepes into the fortress. Tepes himself although an old man, was almost as imposing as his home. Not physically imposing, but psycologicly. He walked ahead of his guests with a slight gaint, his long robes dragging behind him, his snow white hair propped up on top his head in two buns. His voice creeked and had a habit of varying wildly in volume. "Just plain errie," was how Jefferson once described the Count.

    "It is a pleasure to meet you Christopher," Tepes said without turning around, "Good relations between peoples start with good relations between leaders".

    "Indeed", responded Christopher, "Jefferson and Arnold speak very highly of you and your social advancments".

    "Social advancments?" replied the Count, "Oh, you must mean The Code. Yes, it has done much to bring my people together. Once you weed out the morally corupt it is surprising how much smoother things run. We can send a missionary to America if you would like to learn more. We can also send a master impaler to help you implement the teachings of The Code."

    Christopher shot Jefferson a worried look, to which Jefferson hand gestured not to worry.

    "We look forward to the missionary and his teachings," replied Jefferson, "We feel the Americans and Carpathians could share many insights to benifit both our people."

    Count Tepes finally turned around and gave a long pause as if comtemplating Jeffersons words, then announced, "Dinner is served!"

    The dining hall was grand indeed. A long wooden table with seating for 40 was centered in the room. High ceilings and stone walls were adorned with various tapestrys and torches. A full grown roast pig filled the room with it's savory aroma.

    One other feature of the room caught Christopher's eye. A dozen or so half foot thick wooden spikes were erected around the table.

    "What are the pikes for?" asked Christopher of his host.

    "Why, our entertainment of course," replied the Count.

    It was then that Carpathian guards brought in a dozen bound criminals. Methodicly, they were impaled on top the spikes, their animal like screams echoing throughout the fortress. The Count viewed all this with a pleased smile on his face, while the Americans (save Arnold who had since become indifferent to impalments) looked on in horror.

    "Ahhhh, the sounds of justice," commented Tepes, "I actually had to save these violators of The Code for several weeks due to rapidly declining crime. It's just getting harder and harder to find those worthy of the spike.

    They all sat at the table and ate to one degree or another. Christopher himself was in too much shock and disgust to eat much more than a bite or two. After the initial few minutes of savage squeals and screams, the dining music degenerated into gutteral moans and the occasional outburst of incomprehendable pain.

    Tepes waited for the right moment, and just as it appeared High Chief Christopher was about to jump out of his skin, he asked.

    "I know you didn't come all this way just for a dinner and a show," Tepes said to Christopher while catching his eyes with his own gaze. "I understand we have some unfinished business to attend to."

    "Yes", said Christopher almost choking on his bite of food, "A boarder agreement will be the keystone to good long term Carpathian American relations."

    "Ahhh yes, boaders! I have noticed the American's lack of respect for such issues in the past. However, I do realize the founding of New York took place during your fathers reign, and therefore you cannot be held responsable. And neither can your people. My explorers have devulged the lay of the land to me, and I think an agreement can be made. I request that Carpathia found one more city east of our capital along the north coast of the great sea. From there, we will expand west and south, while America expands east and south. I will be willing to allow one more western American city, provided it is founded well south of current day Carpathia and is more "south" of your current holdings then it is "west". New York is already out of allignment from a geopolitical standpoint, let it be the last bone of contention.

    "What do you say to such an offer my dearest Christopher?" asked the Count with both a smile and roast swine still clinging to his thin lips.
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    The Land of Great Rivers and its cities have become a magnet for visits from other nations, most of whom have seen the greatness of our nation, happy to dine on our vast food reserves and with whom higher level delegations will be welcomed for signing treaties of various sorts.
    This is in stark contrast to a nation that makes threats and demands which we think we have responded to appropiately so that long term peace can be arranged, to find that they place a further request upon us that we move even further a planned city site. We do have a philosophical nature as a people and therefore like to respond positively to reasonable requests, but there is a harder imperialistic edge to our character as well that can get our back up, and cause us to respond savagely to excessive requests. Their latest request gives them access to a long length of one of our 2 Great Rivers in the Land of Great Rivers and therefore cannot be agreed to. Our revised location of our 4th city will be proceeded with soon and defended appropiately.
    We are a philosophical people and wish good relations with all the nations of terra, and Sulamein has no desire for war.

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    Required reading:
    Ancient text, penned by French scribes ca 2000 BC on behalf of Hulegu the Swift of the Northern Plain. This ancient text is one of the first written statements made by any Mongolian, and it was apparently made to make sure that the French Chief would have access to what was apparently being told orally to the Ottoman.


    "My master Hulegu the Swift has heard of your announcement, and I have been sent to discuss this with you. My master requests that I remind you that Ankara was a slight to us, as you settled it without discussing our claim to the eastern parts of the Khentii Mountains. My master is a wise man, and in many ways unlike most Mongol. Especially unlike his brother, Subutai the Merciless. My master wished to solve this dispute peacefully. Therefore he tempered Subutai, who was poised to destroy Ankara only last winter. Believing the matter settled peacefully, Subutai returned to his patrol of the Khalka river.

    Subutai has now heard of your announcement and is in a blood rage. As we speak his men are sharpening pikes. They wish to make a forest of them on the hill of Ankara, clad with the head of Ankara's citizens. My master Hulegu has sent me as a last resort to seek peace. My master understands that there is much differences between the Mongol and other tribes. The French insulted us in a similar way, but my master has spoken with their leader and through mutual restraint and respect, we now consider eachother friends. If you throw yourself at the mercy of Hulegu, he may restrain his brother, and he could make our people friends.

    My master requests that you heed his negotiation, for he is a man of words, but his brother is a man of action.

    The Horde is...."



    The rest of the text is unfortunately lost.


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    ...The young prince stared into Tepes' eyes and took a sip of his wine "that sounds reasonable, it is what my father would have liked (Christopher had taken to calling Samuel his father since his passing), and it is for the benefit of our two countries. That there be peace, cooperation, and of course understanding."

    Jefferson began to clap, Arnold simply looked bored; "Well done, then we will raise our glasses" Jefferson said, rising from his seat "To prosperity, to brotherhood."

    "Indeed..." Tepes said, he didn't seem amused.

    "Now then my dear Count" Christopher continued "We should discuss the matter of southern expansion, or mutual defense as far as our southern interests are concerned."

    "Oh, should we my boy?" Tepes asked, he gave a somewhat sinister glance towards on of the impaled "What exactly did you have in mind?"

    "Well, nothing too complicated. Just an assurance, as we would give you, that our interests in the south will be mutually understood, respected, and protected, if the case calls for that of course, which I doubt it shall."

    Tepes chewed his food methodically "I'm listening..."

    "Well" Benedict Arnold began "I believe what the High Chief is refering to is the vast jungles due south of here. The great mountain range passes through vast jungles, where the blackskins live. Beyond is said to be a powerful black King, we had contact with these people centuries ago. It was not kept up very well, so we are unsure what their designs may be."

    "Yes, General Arnold is right, we don't want an agreement towards aggression, just one that says we'll make sure our interests remain advantageous, that's all" Christopher said "Just a thought, this food is excellent..."
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    The Expansion of America Under Christopher the Yankee



    The reign of Christopher the Yankee began under much uncertainty; the College of Electors had opted to grant themselves powers that would normally be those of the High Chief for fear that the young nobleman would not be able to rule as effectively as Samuel the Yankee, Christopher would prove them wrong.

    Christopher made his mark by quickly ushering in a new era for America by accepting Islam from the court of Tepes in Carpathia (in fact the star was added to the crescent to celebrate America's acceptance of the faith, the star being the symbol of America). In doing so he improved literacy throughout the American realm (a realm which he would increase greatly), and proved to handle diplomacy with Carpathia better than his predecessor. The two countries never had better relations before Christopher's reign. Christopher was even able to negotiate a better deal than originally offered by the Jefferson-Arnold trip to Carpathia. But he most important thing he did for America's future was secure settlements in (somewhat) far-flung regions, increasing American influence and clearly setting her up to be a future force in global affairs.

    The jungles that exist between the great mountains (they would be called the Rocky Mountains by American soldiers who battled barbarians in the jungles) were the new target of Christopher, he saw in them an expanse of land that he felt America could not afford to lose. He first went about protecting the Americans from a barbarian onslaught in the north (the Carpathian city of Augsburg was razed by this barbarian army), in response American warriors retaliated against the barbarian army near the city of New York, an army led by Christopher himself (with the aging Benedict Arnold) marched south into the jungles where the barbarians were thought to have lived. This campaign was not only successful in eliminating a large barbarian army, but gave the American army great experience in combat, and many said would solidify man Americans' trust in Christopher as a leader. The best result of this incursion into the jungle was the settlement of Philadelphia at the end of the Rocky Mountain Chain and a general American land claim over the "interior jungles." The Americans also expanded south further with the founding of Boston, these two new settlements increased America's territory greatly and established two important port cities (something that America was lacking). To bolster his nation Christopher went on an aggressive policy of establishing public libraries and was a patron of sciences (new ship-building capabilities as well as the discovery of new herbal remedies were the results of new educational resources). All in all the reign of Christopher was judged as a success, but problems would arise within his court towards the end of his reign, and the College of Electors would yet again attempt to diminish the authority of the High Chief, or as they called him the 'Commander in Chief.'
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    Hello students. A beautiful day isn't it? My third lecture will be about the late Bronze Age to early Iron age in Mongolian history. It is a fascinating time period so please take as many notes as your touch-typing skills can manage.

    -Professor Randall is in his element, he enthusiastically springs from one side of the stage to another, pointing to the maps on the canvas, remarking details and adding funny anecdotes. The tired students waken slightly from their early morning haze and become lost in the excitement of the professor.


    So. As I was saying, following some apparent dispute with the Ottoman, that never erupted into largescale war, the Mongols continued to expand from their original home area, Runan'Gee. North of Beshbalik in the Khentii mountains was settled Turfan, or Desert Hill, in American. The Mongols also settled to their south. A very important aspect is the solidifying of the early friendship with France. Ogodei the Mighty, who after his visit in France became Ogodei the Lustful, lived in the area of Paris and became in many ways a French Mongolian. He spoke French, wrote French and carried with him this back to Mongolia. The Mongols would for several centuries use French as the written language of choice. All Mongolian literates would learn French in order to write, and as such the two nations were brought very close. The remainder of the Bronze Age is fairly uneventful. The Iron Age however, is insane! The Mongols are believed to be one of the first peoples in the world to smith iron. Apparently, it was Ogodei the Lustful himself, who after having inspected the Copper Mines of Paris experimented with other metals and found Iron to be a suitable metal fo weapons. Living in France he shared this knowledge, along with the knowledge of Masonry and in return brought home with him the French Alphabet, still in use today. This heralded the Iron Age.


    The interesting thing about this part of history is the wars. The Mongol domination of the plains by use of Chariots continued and increased. A time came when a man could not walk upon the Plain without a Mongolian Chariot rider knowing about it. The Carpathians apparently discovered this in a very uncomfortable way. According to some Carpathian sources, the Mongols destroyed a scouting party that had crossed the river Khalka. A formal state of war existed between the two nations for a long time, but the Mongols did not care, and seemingly the Carpathians were too far away to launch any direct campaign against them.

    As in our own history, in ancient times there were several minor tribes that did not belong or submit to the major regional powers. In the southeast of Mongolia, this was particularly true. Huns, Ghuzz's and Khazans are among the fierceminded people that inhabited the region, but were brutally crushed and enslaved by the Mongols. These tribes sent warriors by the thousands to plunder Mongol farms and pastures, but were always effortlessly defeated by the thundering Chariots. However, there was an exception. I mentioned last lecture the likelyhood that Bronze workers living in the lands between France and Mongolia, may have shared their knowledge, well, these people did more than that. Having been enslaved by Mongols and French, they lived as high-ranking slave-smiths, smithing was of great value and honoured in both French and Mongolian society, but these people were nonetheless slaves. Shortly after discovering Iron Working, they banded together with all the hostile tribes of the borderland plains and fielded an army of superiorly equipped soldiers. Sources indicate somewhere around 20-25 THOUSAND Swords! (1 unit = 5 000). Every male on the Franco-Mongolian plain it was said! This was an army that was unrivalled anywhere in the world. It could have destoryed whole empires. But the Mongols did not fear them. As the army of smiths and swords marched from the French border where they had revealed themselves, towards Turfan in the west, the Mongol nobles gathered. Mentioned in song, is Subutai the Merciless, Hulegu the Swift, Ogodei the Lustful, yes yes, giggle all you want, he lived in French lands... Yes, I'll wait.

    *The laughter subsides quickly*

    yes, Ogodei the Lustful, Yogotë the Young, Timur the Tradesman, and Kubilai the Blessed. The Horrible Horde as they became known met up north of Onon river and assembled at Beshbalik. Here on the plain southeast of Turfan, they struck the barbarian army with such skill and ferocity that the world was stunned. France and Holland combined an impressive force of some 20 000 to aid, but there was nothing left by the time they got there. Only an infertile plain, so soaked with blood that nothing would grow there ever after.

    The Mongols managed this feat through skill and strength. According to Mongolian songs and French records we have a clear picture of the battle. Ogodei who had experience fighting barbarians in France was the first into the fray and broke one of the formations with Shock speed and force. Leaving a flank open for Hulegu, he harried the enemy and retreated out of range before they could counterattack. Timur followed suit, but was killed when his Chariot wheel broke and he was left out in the open. Enraged to see his brother killed, Subutai the Merciless crashed into the barbarian army slaughtering wildly before being skewered by a sword. Yogotë the Young struck the enemy's flank before retreating, allowing for Subutai to be drawn to saftey. The vast barbarian army was wounded and exhausted. One barbarian cohort marched north towards Turfan to throw themselves uselessly at the fortified hills where experience Mongol archers shot them down before they even came within fighting range. The others remained behind attempting to regroup. But Subutai would give no quarter and the Horrible Horde struck again. Ogodei crushed the last of the organized defenders and the others mopped them up. The French were astounded that nothing remained of this seemingly indestructable army.

    Mongolia had prevailed in the most glorious fashion.

    Ok, that's it for the first half of the lecture. In the second half I'll discuss more about the political developments, and particularly, religion.
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    Sometime in the second millennium BC…



    It was raining, it always rained. The grey clouds covered the sky and lightning bolts signaled an impending storm. Aurnaud’s boots were soaked, he was covered in mud, he smelt like decomposing horse. I’m not a human anymore. I’m a wildling.

    No wonder the savages are what they are. Living their lives in this dark forest, where crawling beasts and fire demons lurk, eager to take the life of any Ozzian. The wretched fools, maybe in sheer desperation, spend their days worshiping the vengeful sun of doom, hoping he will take them last. They not deserve to live. Tis mercy to kill them.


    ****


    They where cattle, being hoarded like in the pens north of Orleans. And like all cattle they were to be milked or slaughtered. He couldn’t help but wonder which was the case. No, they weren’t cattle, they were much worse off, they were slaves. And this is how our master tortures us. He would not torture a cow… A smirk came over Patrick’s face, perhaps I’m mad cow, which thinks it’s a slave. He rested that night, the first time in far too long. He dreamt happily of eating grass and resting in the warm sunshine…


    *****

    Arnaud felt tired, far too tried for someone so young. He wanted to serve in the Kings Guard… he honestly did, the fact his fathers debts forced him into it, was if he properly thought of it, in fact a felicitous circumstance.

    But was he a part of the Kings Guard? The same group which had once traveled the four corners of the world, which deposed the forgotten king, which had killed the wargs of southern Mongolia? That had met the Bear Slayer? He didn’t feel like a companion to the King, he felt like his servant… You are his servant whether you live in grasslands tending your stock or if you wander across the arctic tundra beyond outer Mongolia or in the great Rus Desert, you are his servant. Even the exiles were his servants. Explorers they were called. And serving the king meant being his servant. Such silly thoughts.

    The moisture must be rotting his brain , it certainly did Patrick’s. The buffoon, kept smiling, the other day he had caught him chewing grass. He had half a mind to have the slave whipped by the slave master, something always did stop him.

    "I am so weak"Aurnaud realised. He wasn’t used to seeing slaves, Orleans was mostly a free city, and later during his months of training in the King’s Guard (division of Remi the II as it was official know), he had not seen any slaves in the armed forces. The addition of slaves to carry the supplies, was a bad omen.

    They must be desperate to get to Paris, in these the dark narrow valleys, entrapped by the surrounding this was a thought, that made him feel old. “Blessed is the young, and cursed is the old for it shall face the fire...” He wept before sleeping that night, he was old, the king was old and worst of all France was old.

    (End of part I )
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    Herbalist skills are usually quite prized

    but the kings company had forcefully recruited any slaves they could gather, so was Patrick was in no better a position than the rest of the forced labor. Some of them were skilled blacksmiths, speaking in their strange tongue. The slave master beat any he found engaging in fire god worshiping rituals. Disk amulets where confiscated all owners whipped. None of the smiths even tried to build a god-fire.


    Patrick would have welcomed the light bringer himself, the weather was constantly deteriorating. After so many weeks at traveling across the forests, the soldiers and slaves were undistinguishable from one or the other. All covered in mud, their uniforms torn. He got himself through by chewing petersij leaves. They gave a nice buz, kept the worst of the fatigue away… it did its job well enough. Patrick at fist feared he might overdose the plant to toxic levels, but this fear melted away with each use.


    He thought things would never get better, the heavy loads. The freezing nights and the unbearable burden of supplies, were a hell to his fragile frame. Being a sickly child that kept the elders company, was not a good background for a load bearer. One day he collapsed and slipped into unconsciousness… his last thought were of death and of his father and mother both dead, for crimes he knew, he hoped they had not committed. The caprice of a local clan leader had got them an exotic punishment, one he heard originated in Carpathian: Implement. Fortunately the executors where not very skilled, his parents died quickly. Despite this he could not bear the sight, even after seven years. And as he pondered, death the sight was more vivid and unbearable than ever.


    ****


    It was a magical sight, as the clouds cleared, the suns rays touched the green land, transforming it. The forests where still humid from the rainfall, they where still a dangerus place, but there was light and they began to resembe the beautifull forests that he had traveled through during his childhood, while going to the capital with his father.

    As the days passed and his clothes dried, the sprits of the group improved, several other groups had emerged from the forests, reforming battalions. Many of these had apparently used the newly finished roads, they where in much better condition than the ones that followed the units commander's order "to take a shortcut".

    He cursed that they had taken the “short” path, but men can not predict the weather, and the condition of paths. If they could they would be gods. T

    Soon 500 men marched togheter as one, it was by scout reports only a few days before all the group would be united and march together on the wide and well maintained King’s Road. Right past the gates of the undefended capital, to protect its countryside from the assault of vicious barbarians.


    ****

    The anomalous weather had finally subsided, Bruno would not question divine providence, the rain and cold were sent for good reason. Never the less, he thanked Ozzy it was over, just the other day another slave collapsed; Bruno feared he would have to add his death, to the added bloated expenses of the long trek. But as the weather cleared, the slave master decided to add his burden to the cargo the slaves hauled. It was quite unusual that he collapsed, since his burden was one of the lighter ones, perhaps he was not used to heavy physical labor? No matter. Bruno had lists to check if he had some extra time he would look up this “Patrick”, if he did not he would instruct the others to leave him in the forest… Their mission could not be slowed for any reason. He fervently prayed to Ozzy to this end.


    ****

    Remi the II, King of France sat in his rather modest palacial quarters reading reports. As he awoke he was pleased to note the clear skies. He was further cheered by good reports from the field, the commanders had told him his that his guard had no difficulties traversing the forest. They had split into organized groups to better scout for optimal paths, quite ingenious. Remi would have certainly given thought as to promote the commander of the group, if it were not for the fact that it would have been easier for the thousand men army to have simply used the roads.

    He also didn’t like the fact that slaves where confiscated in Orleans to carry supplies, he ordered them be sent to Paris instead of continuing the march. The army and especially his guard should not be reliant on the influence of clan Corrin or Advak.

    Other news was not as good. True, new weapons had been forged in haste and had been delivered to the warriors. But still they could not pass for axmen division.

    He decided that on the final leg of the journey he would join his comrades and fight alongside them to save Paris from the wildling barbarian threat. The gracious aid of the Mongols, many of whom had in all but appearances become Frenchmen, had kept them at bay for many years, but recent torrential downpours, mean that Mongol chariots where stuck in the muddy paths and jungles of the north. Remi’s ambition to make France strong made him a man of no compromises. Brilliant success or epic failure where his only two options. He could not sacrifice a single road, a heard of Sheep, a grain of wheat. All the infrastructure he had build must stay, if his plan is to succed. After he would be done with her, France would be reborn.


    He sent a note to the Corrio clan leader, that he had ordered a special gift be brought to them. Amazingly those one hundred men represented almost the entire slave population of Orleans. He considered encouraging migration of some of the smelters of Paris to the Mongolian border region. Keeping them under control should not be a problem. Despite Orleans’s small population.


    What could they do, revolt together with their Mongol counterparts, equip the unsubdued barbarians in the steppes with swords and begin a barbarian raid ulike any in history? That though caused Remi to chuckle, afterwards he decided to meet the governor of Lyons to discuss change in policy, before heading north. He would also, after the campaign need to take the time the time to welcome a long awaited guest to the palace of Paris.

    (end of part II)
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    Quick historical note: The French army en rout to fight the Barbarian hoard, was composed of 4 axemen divisions. That's 20 000 indivduals, half of this where Dutch under French command. That was not minor.
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    for the glory of france I changed a line (in italics) and for the ease of reading I threw in some headers




    A small Mongolian yurt, in the light of the full moon, the skies clear, the stars burst with distant brilliance, the wind still and dead. No other tent hut can be seen on the open plain. It is quiet as beneath the water. No animal or insect can be heard. A faint breathing nearby.

    Then, a horrible shriek pierces the night. A voice, broken and crippled. A group of men clad in animal skins and decorated with blood and tattoes stand outside, looking to eachother in fear and uncertainty. The shriek turns into a wail, and then a rasping repeating rant.

    Shortly, it ends. The flap of the tent is pulled aside. A crone of seemingly infinite age, short and bent, with wild grey hair and white blue eyes steps out with uncertain steps. She stares with her blind eyes at the group of Mongolian Shamans. An accusing finger, a mere bone with wrinkled skin draped around it, is lifted at the group. A voice faint and shrill trembles out words, hateful, spiteful, taunting and vindictive.

    it is. as you. have. feared. the paths. of destiny. are crossed. the child. will not. be born. in your. land.
    Her body sags even further, and she slowly turns to reenter her tent.

    Please mother crone! a middle aged tattoed man bursts out. Is there nothing we can do? Is there no way to deter the darkness?

    The hag stops a short second, then whispers forcefully.
    the stars. are clear. the moon is full. the wind lies silent. there is no. doubt. nothing. can be done. the child. is born. on the incan side. of the wall. not for hundred years. yet it is. certain. as the plain. under me.

    And what about our other visions!? The darkness, the despair, the horror!? Is there nothing that we can do? We have heard the prophecy, and we have all seen how the boy would come to us. How he would be a great man ensuring the safety of our people for generations to come. How he would live long life and bring great wisdom. But now this will not come to pass! And instead of our bright future, we see only the most terrible darkness. -the volume and the desperation of the mans voice rises with each word, until he is screaming, rupturing the silence of the dormant plain. Despair throughout our lands! Mothers drowning themselves in rivers, leaving their newborn babies to starve! Men fighting amongst eachother like rabid wolves over a carcass! Brother kills brother! A darkness so horrible, that it will engulf the entire plain! And then.... spread!? It will be the end of the age of man! Surely this cannot be the will of the spirits, of the creator!? We beg of you mother crone!! Give us some way of averting this cataclysm!

    A low rasping breathing is heard. It becomes louder, a coughing, rising further a cackling wild noise, the crone laughs.

    cataclysm. will come. the end. of this world. as foreseen. by the lord of doom. Ragnarok! unavoidable. it can. only. be postponed. now. it is. hastened. unless. the boy. comes to mongolia. leave me be.



    Staring at the night sky as the crone reenters her tent, the Shamans look up with desperation. Some have collapsed, kneeling on the dust, lifeless. Silence prevails. Until at last a young Shaman speaks. His body is tall and strong, his voice bold and deep. He speaks with a French tone.

    My master Ogodei is a wise man. If we tell him of our prophecy, perhaps he can find a way? We are all well versed in the spirits, divinations, the threads of fate. But we know little of other nations. I have lived in France, and so different are they, that when two people meet anything is possible. Perhaps my master could accomplish the impossible? Bring the boy from one side of the wall to the other?


    An older shaman answers. Fool! The boy will be of royal blood. You think the Inca will send their own princes to become Mongol? The Oz is lost.

    You perhaps have given up. But I will not, I will relay our prophecy, and my master will do what can be done, and I know that for him, this will be a challenge, not a death sentence!


    As if the final word of the young shaman releases a pent up longing, from nowhere a breeze whispers, growing stronger,, the contours of the shamans and the yurt, fade. As if threads at their edge unravel and fly away like sand on the plain. The wind blows harder and the ancient men dissolve and disappear like dust in a windstorm. Cold grips, the wind blows stronger. A shutter slams, Ms. Summers stirs and wakes, bathed in cold sweat, she rubs her tired eyes and stares at the clock. 4:17 in the morning. Her feet touch the floor and she walks to her open window. 'Too hot without a wind, too cold with one' she mutters at the climate while closing the window. 'What was I dreaming just now, she wonders, a nightmare of some sort. She does not remember her dream, only that the starry sky of Mongolia shone down as if it was piercing time and space. I really hope that wasn't a spice dream, a thought materializes, but is quickly dismissed. I need to get some sleep, I have to lecture on the faiths of the ancient age tomorrow, she says to the empty room. She climbs back into bed and drifts off, dreaming of riding on the open plain...
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    Taken from the Black Sabbath, holy book of the Church of Oz.

    II Incans: Pitr's letters to the Incan Nobles.

    Chapter 1.



    1. When first I set eyes upon the great city of Cuzco, already well along in development in comparison to those huts of the Rus lands of Moscow from which I had left neigh a decade before, I immediately knew that the Incan people were blessed by God. 2. Glorified upon our arrival, we were immediately set upon by a many friendly villagers, including holy men who spoke of the Sun God, entering upon a great feast. 3. Taught the language and knowledge of the Sun God, my people set forth to the north from your lands, and encountered a tribe whom further communed with your Sun God of Wrath and had learned that he was truly a benevolent God, who had destined our arrival to save them from the denizens of the forest, and return them to our homeland. 4. Long was the battle before we were victorious, and brought the people back to Moscow, where they explained to us that your Sun God, a being far greater than man himself, a being we shant understand, called himself Ozzy to the people, 5. and it is known that he created all the moon, stars, land, waters, and creatures of the earth for Man, whom he created in his divine image.

    6. Your views of the great Ozzy, a vengeful, Wrathful deity that intends to keep the people in check is misguided and saddens Ozzy greatly. 7. From the Altar of Stonehenge Ozzy spake unto me, 8. "Go, Pitr, go forth and right the wrongs, save the people of the world, do this in my name. The Incan people are wise, go to them first, for they shall listen." 9. It is with a gentle hand and an open heart that I implore you to heed my words, as is Ozzy's wish. 10. I begin a great journey, alone and with nothing but the clothes on my back and the supplies to obtain my own food and water to cross the mountains, hills, and grasslands, through the great Incan jungles to reach you that we may speak to your holy men to share knowledge. 11. I do this in Ozzy's name, and hope only that I will be welcomed upon my arrival, and that your wisdom will share in the word from Ozzy's true voice.

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    War

    Although historians often disagree on the place and time, most credit the earliest declaration of war to the Mongols in roughly 1000 BC. It was during this time that Mongolian chariots ran down a Carpathian scouting party on the open plains of Mongolia.



    Some argue that conflicts between civilization and barbarian thousands of years prior were the earliest accounts of war. The question then becomes, must both parties be civilized for it to be considered war? And if so, what an extreme irony.

    At any rate, the war between Mongolia and Carpathia also holds the record for the longest war. Often refered to by historians as the Thousand Years War, it resulted in little bloodshed. The fact that the war was more political then physical strengthens the arguement that the Mongolian Carpathian Thousand Year War was indeed mankinds first declaration of war.
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    Ozzy must love all of this praise for him as THE God of Terra (well in HOTW XII anyway).

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    Message to the people of the Netherlands



    Commander in Chief Christopher the Yankee, Chief of Virginia, Lord of Philadelphia

    TO: Willem of the Netherlands
    FROM: Foreign Minister Jonathan Jefferson

    Hail Willem!

    We have noted your message greeting our people and apologize for the time and duration of this response, it may have taken time for our missive to reach your court as we have no understanding of exactly where your nation is. It is quite apparent though, due to Dutch fishing boats, that it is accross the sea.

    While initially alarmed at Dutch scouts in the Rocky Mountain chain, we take a positive and friendly approach to relations with the Dutch people and understand that they are a wise and honorable lot.

    Trade shall be promoted between our two people, and thus our futures will prosper. However, we must warn that American land claims will be protected with the highest degree of hostility and with the lowest degree of discrimination.

    We look forward to unending centuries of mutual peace and prosperity!

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    The American Iron Age...

    The American iron age began midway through the reign of Christopher the Yankee. In fact many historians would agree that there is a direct link between his reign and the American utilization of iron, which would also be very influential in the next thousand years of American history. Christopher wanted to mark his reign as Commander in Chief with the establishment and solidification of American borders; and this meant expansion. In the first months of his reign he had already made positive deals with Carpathia and successfully rebuffed numerous barbarian attacks against both New York and Richmond. Christopher saw this attacks as perpetuous unless there was action. In response he called for the creation of a unified American army, comprised of all the tribal states and personally commanded them in a campaign in the jungles south of Richmond (which is where Christopher erroneously believed the barbarians to have come from). While there was never a 'barbarian empire' as Christopher envisioned, he did find a large stretch of land and realized quite readily that if he were to capture and subdue this 'corridor' of jungle he could at least ensure security for Richmond and the new settlement of Boston from southern attacks. Thus he established Philadelphia at the southernmost point of the Rocky Mountains. The early history of this settlement is interesting; it was initially objected to by the Turks who felt that the Americans had placed the city much too far from their main territories, little did they know that Christopher had a much greater vision than a simple far-flung settlement; he was going to expand greatly and establish a veritable American empire...

    The Jungles north of Philadelphia...

    Unless it was night, it was always difficult to tell what time of day it was in dense jungles. The patrol had been on for weeks, or so it seemed, and thus far no barbarians had been found "I say we begin to make camp soon, I feel the night shall come at any moment." Thomas said, as he leaned against his axe.

    "How can you even tell what time it is?" Nathan responded "It is so hot, with this damn armor on." he removed his armor "Captain Manning would kill me if he saw me do this" he continued as he stretched his neck and arms "Heavy axe."

    "Agreed" Thomas replied, three more soldiers approached "Hello there boys! Find any barbarians?"

    The three looked tired, but definitely not from battle "Of course not, this is a waste of time, I think the best of the fighting has passed us by, we were born at the wrong time" one axemen, Wesley, began.

    "Well, depends on your outlook, are you boys about to break camp here?" the other, Martin, asked.

    "Yeah Marty, we're going to settle up for the night, there's nothing but blackskins around here, and all they know about is the Mali, Mali this Mali that, they tell us that the Mali have suzerainty here, I say this though Yanks; if they have influence here, where are they're troops, where are they're settlers? Where are they're cities?" Thomas went on "We may not find barbarians here, but if we can get these damn jungles down we can establish ourselves here, there are so many rivers filled with fish, there are fruits, and seafood, this land is great it just needs a little blood and sweat." he said as he began to prepare the tents.

    "Damn Thomas" Wesley said, nudging Nathan "You travel around with this guy? He sounds like General Arnold! How do you deal with it? And what the hell do you have against the Mali anyway Tommy?"

    "Nothing, I just know what will happen. The Turks complained about Philly, and then the barbarians come and destroy it, are you going to tell me that the Turks didn't let them through?" Thomas replied.

    "You think too much, that was a long time ago, and as you said yourself; there are no Turkish armies here, so how could they have stopped them?" Wesley said "Besides that, it isn't their place to protect our cities, and besides THAT you know the story anyway, it was a military blunder, we had more than enough soldiers to defeat them but our commanders got greedy, you should be the High Chief with all of your great ideas!"

    "Well, you don't understand, if our people don't get what we need to defend ourselves all of these others around here could care less about what happens to America. The only reason we're friends with the Carpathians is because of land, that's it. You think we'd befriend those vile people otherwise?" Thomas continued "Of course not, and they don't respect us anyway, we could clear this jungles out easily anyway, just get this blackskins to work, that's all we've got to do and we've got the whole jungle cleared."

    There was a strange silence, as if everyone knew the conversation would go in a bad direction "What are suggesting Tommy? Should we just scoop em up and make them work? You saw what happened in Aachen, you heared the tales of the slave revolts in Cuzco, we can't have that." Nathan replied "You know it wouldn't work out, besides all of that if we take slaves then what would prevent others from taking us as slaves in reaction?"

    "What's preventing them from doing it now?" Thomas said angrily "This! This is what's stopping them!" he said as he held up his axe "And that's it, these people they don't care if we survive or not, just like the story of Britannia, they're just like York; they only befriend us until we benefit them, then when that's over we're finished. That's the lesson I learn from the tale, better to be York than to be the Yankees."

    "Well that's great Thomas, but unfortunately for you" and then turning to Wesley "And fortunately for the world, you're nothing but an axeman, and that's all you're gonna be if you spend the rest of your life here in the jungles," Nathan began, just then a few more men arrived "Damn it, looks like Manning will be here soon, I'd better get my armor back on..."
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    Commander in Chief Christopher the Yankee, High Chief of Virginia, Lord of Philadelphia

    TO: Malinese Foreign Representative
    FROM: General Benedict Arnold of America

    Hail Suamoro (?) of Mali!

    As you may or may not be aware, American settlers have taken to settlement in the south along the coast of the great sea and in the area of the jungles east of the great Rocky mountain range. This is a formal declaration of American claims to this region, which will, for our intents and purpose encompass all lands east of the great Rocky mountain range and as far south as the end of this range.

    We do not wish for this to be taken as a demand, for if you were to travel to these areas you will realize quite quickly that the Yankee people of America have already established themselves in these lands through settlements and a substantial military presence. The purpose of this missive is less to make a formal claim than it is to INFORM you of the claim and the fact that we have made good on said claim.

    Our soldiers have noted that numerous tribes that inhabit these jungles are similar in appearance to the Mali and further consider the Mali the greatest of the black-skinned people, and to this we do not disagree. However, we have told these people that their admiration for your culture will have NO effect on American policy, and we will continue to settle and expand in these lands.

    Please do not send armies or any other emissaries into the area without American permission, our men are already on high alert due to our recent destruction of barbarian armies in these jungles and we would not want an altercation similar to that of Carpathia and Mongolia to sour our relations.

    If you have any further questions or requests please direct them to Mr. Jonathan Jefferson in Richmond, thank you.

    -General B. Arnold
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    Excerpt from the Black Sabbath, Book of Pitr, Chapter 6:13-20


    13. His supplies having dwindled, Pitr the Pious entered the wilderness in search of food, water, and shelter from the terrible storm that rained upon him. 14. "Great Ozzy," he whispered in a mumbled prayer, "save me from starvation and deliver me from this tumultuous rain and these terrible winds. 15. I must complete the task you have set upon me, my goal nearly completed, I give myself to your power if that is your wish!"

    16. The winds lessened briefly, before swirling more intensely around him. He turned his eyes to the skies to see the great funnelled cloud outlined by the lightning in the distance, and he knew at that moment that Ozzy was testing his beliefs and resolve once more. 17. Raising his hands to the sky in praise, he let out a brief cry when a blast of lightning split the great redwood before him in twain, clearing his view and illuminating the cave behind it.

    18. "Thank you, Merciful Ozzy, for you have once again saved this unworthy soul," 19. Pitr concluded as he moved quickly to the cave, entering its dark depths to shelter himself from the growing storm. 20. Upon entering the cave, Pitr knelt and prayed in the darkness for many hours, the roar of the funnelled wind deafening him as it tore past him, carving a swath of destruction through the land.

    ((As he was journeying from Moscow to Machu Pichu to spread the word of Ozzy the great, there was a period of many Random Events involving tornados destroying huge amounts of land throughout the countryside of Terra, and this is the Biblical rendition of that. Right up there with the Great Flood from the real Bible. I've got a motiff going here, figured I'd milk it for a bit! ))

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    The Rape of Augsburg



    With the rising sun that fateful morning they came from the wilderness like a wave of rabid wolfs.

    "Run, run for your lives!", shouted the lookout while ringing the town bell feverishly.

    Women and children scattered like mice while the adult males grabbed their hunting gear. Augsburg had no guard that day, no real soldiers to speak of.

    The battle that insued was hardly a battle at all. The barbarians were ruthless and savage. Armed with stone axes, they made short work of what little resistance the town could muster.

    News of the razing never reached Targoviste in time. After burning, pillageing and raping Augsburg until not one building stood and not one resident was left breathing, the savages turn their attention north.
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    Christopher the Yankee from America, in the name of Ozzy the Dual-Natured we give thee greetings.

    Firstly, it is clear that news travels slowly, particularly to lands with whom we have no regular diplomatic contacts. It is with regret, therefore, that I inform you that Chief Soumaoro is no more. The "Bear Slayer" met his end in a dire battle against barbarian hordes who were threatening to pillage our lands. I, Chief Koboku, now sit in his place & hope that I can do honour to his memory.

    The land of which you speak is little known to us, for it lies over the almost impassable mountain ranges. I am suprised that the peoples of that land have such strong memories of Malinese culture, as our scouts have not been through that land in many decades. However, as said scouts were led by "Bear Slayer" Kaniaga-or Chief Soumaoro-that is probably not suprising. He was, after all, more legend than flesh & blood mortal.

    If we may be permitted to send either scouts or a small armed contingent, then we can ascertain the full extent of your claim-to ensure that it in no way conflicts with our future territorial ambitions. However, as our intent is to expand eastwards & northwards, we see this as highly unlikely.

    The only thing we do ask is that you not expand into the area known to us as the Desert of Visions, as this land is most sacred to the Malinese people.

    We aknowledge your courteous representations & hope that it marks the beginnings of a long friendship between our two empires.

    Yours,

    Chief Koboku of Djenne. Malinese Empire.

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    The Mali Chronicles Pt 3: Koboku, Djati & Ozzy the Dual Natured

    Koboku was "Head Man" in the farming villages that lined the banks of the Niger river. He achieved his position after he designed a special type of Bronze Tipped Spear which could be hurled, in quantity, more than 500 metres. Now, he was being entrusted with guiding the families under his care to find a better life in a distant land.

    The journey over rough terrain was often treacherous, but Koboku & his band of Spear-wielding skirmishers was able to keep wild animals at bay. In time, Koboku could see a hill from which, he hoped, he could get a better sense of the landscape. Taking just 6 of his most trusted javelin bearers, Koboku climbed to the top of the hill to survey the land about. The Niger River continued on towards the north, & beautiful green hills lay to the North-West. The hill he stood upon was the same yellowish colour as the ones outside Timbuktu &-upon the plains-wild bovines went to and fro. "Yes," said Koboku "I think those hills over their will do nicely.

    Koboku returned to his clans, & led them towards the hills he had seen earlier. Within a week, the foundations of the town of Djenne had been put in place, & the clans slept rough at night with their flocks of sheep not too far away.

    One night, after dinner & just before most of the families were about to go to bed, one of the Chief Shepherds came to Koboku saying how he had just received a strange vision which he wanted to recount.

    "Well sir" said the shepherd, whose name was Mari Djati "I was sitting by the campfire with my family, when there was this sudden, blinding light.

    "When I opened my eyes, I saw that I was surrounded by a group of human-like, yet ethereal figures."

    "Did you recognize these figures?" asked Koboku. "Indeed I did, sir. They matched the description of the Loa given us by Chief Soumaoro.

    "Legba, Samedi, Gran Maître, Gran Bois, Maman Brigitte & Boli Shah were all there, as were all the others."

    "What did they do?" asked Koboku. "Well, Samedi & Legba each took an arm & led me towards this grand building, bedecked in gold & jewels. Inside, I saw this tall figure, bathed in white light."

    "Who was it?" asked Koboku, getting more & more intrigued.

    "Well, Legba called him Bondye-or 'Good God', but Samedi called him Ozzy-but I assumed that both must correct after a fashion.
    "What was odd was that, when I looked upon Ozzy Bondye I noticed that-if 'he' moved-he appeared to change: sometimes he was male, sometimes female; sometimes he was all white light, other-times all darkness; sometimes he looked good & beneficent & other-times he looked malign & evil."

    "What do you think that meant?" inquired Koboku. "Well sir, Ozzy spoke to me and said 'I am the creator of this world & all things within in, both material & spiritual. As such, I am comprised of all things within this world, male & female; light & darkness; good & evil-I am the Dual Natured God.'

    "He also said that, though he was glad that we honoured his spirits, the Loa, he was disappointed by the rather haphazard manner in which it was being done. He said he wanted the honouring of the Loa-& himself-to be elevated to the status of an Organised, State-supported religion."

    Koboku considered what had been said & knew what needed to be done. Clearly this was a sign that, for the new town of Djenne to be a success, due honour had to be given to the Loa & Ozzy Bondye-the Creator. Thus, once the first homes were built, a makeshift Spirit Summoning area was built, & Djati was made it's first official Houngan. So Djenne became the focal point of the rebirth of the Vodun faith, & it spread quickly to the Capital, Timbuktu. Chief Soumaoro was particularly keen to embrace a new interpretation of the faith he had brought to the Malinese people. Houngan Djati became the first figure-after Soumaoro himself-to be chronicled in the first Malinese writings that were about to take shape. Koboku himself became a favoured counselor of Soumaora & the closest thing to a son & heir. Yet he was most content just tending his sheep, & helping to tame the wild cattle that roamed the plains around Djenne. Yet significant events abroad were going to disrupt that quiet life for good!




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    OCC: Mail remove the first screen quick! Redo it with hidden interface. And the second one tells me you are building a wonder.Try to use minmal city interface option or at least black the classiefed things out.

    To get backround info on French Bronze age mythology take a look on the newly edited page two.



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    Collected fragments of the sagas and stories of the exploits of Marc the adventurer.



    “In the age when forests were dark and cold, when fire demons walked Terran, there were heroes and beasts that men had not seen and shall not see again. Among them was Marc the adventurer, favorite of the gods.”

    “As the Francophone tribes came unto this world, the Gods said: Lo, you shall not be given life everlasting, your bodies shall age and die, and never shall you escape this, for all Gods view your rebellion against the Sun as beastly and ungood.”


    “Among the first men and clans, many set to explore the lands, among them few were greater than Marc.”



    “He ventured east. He traveled over the beautiful hills of Orleans, claiming them for France in times when the lands of the world had no owners. He went to the north over the jungles and forest and there he saw a great blue river, he called it the Loire. He also met strange folk in these lands…”

    Credited with exploring the lands to the west of Paris. He is said to have named the Loire and to have made contact with what where most likely the Dutch. A legend of allegorical nature, states that he tricked the natives of a settlement into giving his clan all their gold.

    “In those days Mongol scouts reached Paris. The king of the clans asked their permission to enter the steppes. He sent a fast runner to Marc, but the runner came late…”

    Interestingly he is said to have sought immortality beyond the Loire a similar theme to the legends of Remi. Climbing a mountain (it is assumed that this is Mount Marc) in search of Ozzy, he did see him and the gods dining; they were surprised and left the mountain immediately, for men were not supposed to see the Gods in this life. But…



    “The gods left, but on the table Marc found and ate ambrosia, he would never age or die of disease. But divine bodies are not like those of men, he paid a price. He fell to the ground in pain, his veins burned with fire in his blood, he would have died for his blasphemy if not the last of the gods who remained saw him. He… She was Artemis, and she looked upon Marc and saw he was of good build, his mind in reverence of nature. Her heart unmoving for millennia, moved and thoughts like those of all women entered her, so she said to him: “I shall save you from death, but you must follow me to the Jungles of the East, to spend your nights with me and hunt the beasts I command you to hunt.” “



    Remi asked if he shall be blessed with eternal life and Artemis responded that it was not a blessing, since she would eventually tire of him, and when she would, he would have to leave her woods and jungles of France and go to lands where she did not dwell. She would not bare him children, for she wished none, he was also not to take a wife, mistress or have a child for she was a jealous lover. Thus he would remain without child or heir, and would have to leave his clan.



    “Marc ventured south exploring the steppes of the Mongols, the land was very different from the hills of France. He came near a Mongolian trading camp, the Mongols fearful of a undying warrior demanded he leave their lands. The King ordered him to comply. After this he remembered his promise to Artemis, even though it had been many years, only a day of the gods had passed. None the less he would soon be tardy and Marc knew better than to anger the gods.”

    The first part is most likely a relatively accurate account of the earliest talks among Mongols and French. Marc is said to have bypassed Paris on the instructions of Artemis, perhaps fearing he would be influenced by the other Gods.
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