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Perils of copy and paste...
The Dance of Civilizations is a diplomacy game.
The question of whether modern humans and Neanderthals mated when they encountered each other 40,000 years ago is highly controversial.
A recent dialog has occurred in the farmlands East of Nordica. It augurs well for an end to the eternal Cold War.
Garg (Neandor Captain): greeting
Cat's St Petersburg Ambassador: greetings. fancy a becoming a Christian?
Garg (Neandor Captain): It is being considered by Snarg. Franzen is already a Christian personally but not the state. So it depends on type of Christian - Snarg and I are more pagan but intend using Christianity for production. Franzen wants full Christianity for religious belief.
Cat's St Petersburg Ambassador: Yes, we know. Our queen is a bit worried about the road snarg built from Nordica to the hills of St.Petersburg.
Garg (Neandor Captain): Purely defensive he tells me!
Cat's St Petersburg Ambassador: what is it purpose and idea?
Garg (Neandor Captain): Russia has same roads to its border. Neandor has road to its' border.
Cat's St Petersburg Ambassador: yes, but none of them links to a neandor fortification, which can be hit with surprising attack
Garg (Neandor Captain): Our cold war has lasted long. You must realize Neandor is peaceful now
Cat's St Petersburg Ambassador: backing your words, can you, speaking on behalf of the neandor kingdom do something to calm our suspicious Queen?
Garg (Neandor Captain): My orders are that Franzen will agree to each side withdrawing catapults to capitals and each maintaining surveillance.
Cat's St Petersburg Ambassador: we wish to exchange a symbolyc gift, worth 1 gold each and this to be a symbol for non-aggression in the next 10 years?
Garg (Neandor Captain): 10 years is not long? But can agree.
Cat's St Petersburg Ambassador: thats the unwritten rules valid from the begining of the world
The question of whether modern humans and Neanderthals mated when they encountered each other 40,000 years ago is highly controversial.
Genevieve came to her parents' grave often. The gardens were very peaceful. But it was more than that. She hoped that by visiting the burial site, some of her mother's inspiration would flow to her.
Joan had passed away two years earlier of natural causes. Richard had predeceased her by only six months. Genevieve, knowing her parents, was sure that was no coincidence.
Genevieve had been well prepared to take over the crown of France. She had been well educated and extensively tutored in the ways of government. She had the best mentor possible in her mother. But the first years of her reign had not gone as well as she had expected. There had been no calamity, or war, or diplomatic issues. Growth and research continued. The people were well fed and for the most part happy. But something seemed different.
Many scholars, and in fact most of the population, felt that France's golden era died when their beloved princess did. There was a certain melancholy which descended on the nation. Genevieve wished her mother could rise from the grave and advise her. She smiled at that notion and its religious connotation. She knew her mother, never a very religious sort, would be appalled.
She could hear footsteps and knew she would have to return to her offices. She was curious as to what department required her presence. She pushed the branches of a willow tree aside so she could look down the walkway.
Marc Renaud, the assistant head of foreign affairs was told that the Queen was in the garden. He looked up to see Genevieve looking inquisitively at him. The sight of his Queen never failed to take Marc's breath away. Her mother Joan had been attractive, but her eldest daughter was downright beautiful. It was a quality that Genevieve had learned to use well; it was very disarming as Marc could attest to.
"Good morning, Marc. I gather something is up."
"Good morning your highness, and yes, we would like you to see the latest information we have. There is much speculation as to what it means. And how it may affect France."
"Well then, we had better go. Walk with me and you can give me an overview so I don't look stupid when I meet with your superior."
Marc smiled. He had never known Queen Genevieve to be uncomfortable in any setting, let alone 'look stupid'.
"Yes Ma'am. Well the latest data we have on troop figures ....."
Genevieve listened attentively as they walked back to the palace.
Since the creation of the shogun Japan has know a great period of peaceful
growth. Sadly this peace Japan has known for so long has been threatened by a
nation that is not even known to Japan. China has requested Japan’s help and
after long thought the shogun has decided to send Sozen Takeda to help China
defeat these unknown enemies.
High in Tenno Castle gives his orders to him army. Seek our enemy. leave none standing, bring honor to Japan.
Despite being a Christian now, Catherine was not ready give up some pagan rituals which she enjoyed through the years. One of the secrets for her seemingly eternal youth and beauty was the milk bath.
Now when the tension between Russia and Neandor have calmed a bit, Catherine was hoping for nice and calm winter and was enjoying her small woman's rituals in the sweating heat of the Russian steam bath, and a servant-girl was adding hot milk to the tube, when a nervous urgent knocking on the door interrupted her delight.
Her court-maids hurried to make a curtain when an officer in full accoutrement rushed into the bath with confused expression on his face realizing he stays in front of the naked queen, her perfect body covered only by the wreathe of steam.
"What is so urgent, officer?", asked the Queen with her head tossed, absolutely keeping her countenance.
"Bad news, my lady" the officer replied kneeling on one knee, lowering his eyes to the floor.
"The reticent Mongols have attacked out of a sudden the Chinese."
The Queen's eyes widened and her lips opened in mute question from the surprise
"Nothing is clear where and why this happened, my lady" the officer said. "We just got a message from The Great Xi, asking us for help."
The Queen took a quick look at the piece of parchment, sealed with the heavy Chinese seal.
"We have no other choice than to honor our centuries old treaty with our friends the Chinese. Saddle my horse, call the generals - so much for the calm winter with warm fireplaces and the hot tubes" - Catherine said, coming out of the tube like some goddess from the foam of the sea.
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Great Leader Xi was pleased.
His summons to his 2 friends, Japan and Russia had been gracefully accepted and they too would join in and punish the filthy Mongrols. He decided to address his mighty army one last time before sending them to battle...
"Honorable Chinese soldiers! Today you embark on an adventure that you shall never forget, this is your wondrous nations's first war and you will be it's first heroes! The enemy you fight has not a chance for they are not used to a fair fight. They have massacred our wounded soldiers for no reason whatsoever and for this they will be punished.
You do not fight alone, as the justice-loving nations of Japan and Russia have agreed to enter the war on our side. These 2 nations are both great friends of China but also are nations that seek peace and recognize that a nation that is allowed to attack and kill others without provocation must be punished. We seek a world with order and honor and until the Mongrols obey they will pay."
As the mighty roars surrounded Xi, he retreated to his private office with his closest advisors and continued...
"I want you all to take careful note of the other nations of this world, and how they have acted in this hour. The mighty Europeans were silent, the Middle Easterns too, some even have scouting parties in our lands and refused to acknowledge our just cause! I believe that they are opposed to our plan for a unified Asia and may even have goaded the Mongrols into this act, for why else would they kill our soldiers with no warning? As soon as the word of our Asian Summit became public, this happens, I fear it is no coincidence. Proceed with plans for this Summit and let Japan and India know that as soon as Sidharrta has agreed to our offer we shall commence talks. Let them also know that Russia has been granted honorary member status shall be privy to certain plans."
Franzen (Grunzen City) was interrupted yet again by Snarg who was recently visiting Venetii exploring new weaponry.
A hot new debate was in progress between Franzen and The Eagle over the ownership of Carthage. The Damnanglais had achieved their goal of beginning to drive a wedge between the Turks and Neandor - once ancient allies.
And now a confusion of reports from Nordica, Snarg now reported. The Neandor forces had withdrawn to Neandor City in honour of the new peace accord with Russia only to discover that Russia has now declared war on Mongolia in support of distant China and Japan.
Neandor has a very ancient history and old ties with both Japan and China and Neandor foreign policy dictates that Asian affairs are Asian affairs and they should be allowed to sort it out.
"But as for the European Russians getting involved - this is outrageous Snarg. Put all troops on full alert and be prepared to upgrade units to Macemen immediately."I, Franzen, King of the Neandor, humbly ask Xi of China to reconsider its retaliatory reactions to the Mongol military actions and embrace a diplomatic course. Neandor has civilian advisors in Mongolia (gifted Worker eons ago) and calls on KKK of the Mongols and Xi of China to put on the table a set of requirements or demands before any further military action takes place. Please provide a map of the area/s effected.
Once on the table we can discuss a series of outcomes.
Would KK be amenable to such a process in Karakoram?
"King, does this not break our treaty?"
"No, we agreed on Catapult withdrawal and a slow upgrade of Macemen. Do it now"
Snarg's hair bristled as he felt to authority of Franzen. It was hard to take.
The question of whether modern humans and Neanderthals mated when they encountered each other 40,000 years ago is highly controversial.
"C'mon you oaf! Get off your arse and try it again!"
The young sergeant could think back to recent months when he was on the receiving end of such 'encouragement'. And now he was the one training the new recruits. The veterans said it had been many years since the barracks and training grounds of Cadiz had been this busy. The new Queen was "a chip off the old block", thought the sergeant. She was going to ensure, as her mother had, that France could match any enemy the empire faced. This was a good thing.
The recruit was back on his feet, and at the ready position.
"OK. Now remember. Hold your shield like this."
The Search for John Cabot, Hero of the Seas
England was a nation of heroes. Great poets, writers, scientists, theologians, sailors, engineers and adventurers. Great people seemed to flock to the shores of England and were raised there plenty. Every kid growing up in England had a knight or a philosopher he looked up to. For Prince Richard, growing up in the royal palace, he followed the exploits of English explorer John Cabot and longed to go to sea. After leaving for his great voyage during King Arthur's reign, the man was nearly a mythical legend. Back when England - or Angle Land as it was known then - was a tiny backwater of poor peasants and mud caked villages, John Cabot set off on the world's most daring adventure. No Angle had ventured more than a day's journey away from the British Isles when he set out. Yet set out he did.
Cabot and his crew had not been home in many generations, but over the years reports and stories have trickled back to London. Cabot's voyage began under tense circumstances, a war with Gaul - in name only - allowed him to pass south unchallenged through the waters of Gaul and Spain. It was Cabot who first visited the shore of Africa and who inspired the journeys of Sir Francis Drake who surveyed the lands that would be home to Carthage and Arthurton. It was Cabot who first made contact with the Mali and the Zulu and began highly profitable trade with both their kingdoms. It was Cabot who was the first man to name and then round the Cape of Good Hope at the southern point of Africa and begin his voyage north again. It was Cabot whose crew studied and cataloged all manner of amazing creatures during his journey. Giant giraffes, elephants, rhinos, hippos, lions, exotic birds and fish. The stories brought back brought endless wonder to English children young and old.
After his visit with the Zulu it seemed Cabot's crew of Anglers had been lost or killed, perhaps eaten by savage cannibals off the coast of that wild continent. He remerged though off the coast of Persia and had contact with the Arabs and Indians. He sailed around the sub continent and then, the story goes, had an odd encounter with a haggard collection of travelers who seemed to be in the same situation as Cabot. Far from home, having left a very long time ago, provisions entirely run out, surviving off of trade, fish and whatever could be grown on the deck. They exchanged some goods and words and continued east. Their last known contact was with the Chinese.
"The Chinese!" thought Prince Richard, "What an amazing journey!" At their last stop, in southern China, Cabot left some crude maps he had made of his voyage. It took awhile, but they eventually made it back to England. The celebrated Cabot Charts became a necessity in any classroom and monastery throughout the kingdom. Combined with Drake's voyages they formed the entire coastline of Africa, and a great look at the southern shores of Asia. That a tiny collection of fishing boats could make it so far - and survive all the perils they faced - was nothing short of miraculous.
In addition to being enthralled by the adventure of it all, young Richard became convinced there was something divine at work. While it was hundreds of years since Cabot's crew had last checked in in China, Richard was convinced they were still alive. Somehow, somewhere, they were still traveling on. He knew it. He just knew it.
He devoted himself, both as Prince and as King, to all things nautical. He was impressed by the great achievements unlocked under his father's reign. King William's golden age brought the world great advancements in optics, machinery and the compass that had profound effects on sea travel. King Richard was the first to harness this new technology for brave deeds. So convinced was he that John Cabot was still out there he started talking openly about sending a party to find him. Privately, all around him considered him a fool. John Cabot did great deeds, sure, but hundreds of years ago. He was long dead and his crew with him. Holding out hope for a ghost from the past was sheer folly. At least that's what they said to themselves privately. No one dared speak their mind to Richard directly, he had a single-minded focus on this goal.
King Richard's interest in the voyage of John Cabot was perfectly timed with the ambitions of a young sailor named Christopher Columbus. He was an experienced trader, and had sailed down the African coast on multiple occasions. His true goal was trade with the orient, but the distances involved were simply too far to manage with his ships. Excited about the new technology being developed in England and the King's interest in Cabot's voyages, Columbus won an audience with the King to convince him of his newest scheme.
To the delight of King Richard, Columbus promised to find John Cabot. To the horror of the King's advisors, he proposed to do so by sailing west. Columbus, fatally misjudged the size of the globe, believing that the Earth was only 25,000 kilometers around. His estimate, the King's advisors knew, was short by about 15,000 km. Columbus suggested that Cabot was in Japan - a nation England had no contact with, but had received reports of. Columbus believed it was an easy trip of 3,700 km west to Japan, but the distance was, in fact, about five times that. Far longer than any ship, even England's world renowned caravels, could possibly travel. Such a voyage would be suicide.
Columbus proposed that he be given ships and funds to finance a voyage west to find John Cabot in Japan and open up western trade routes. All the King's science advisors told him that Christopher Columbus was a fool who would simply get himself killed, and waste the Crown's money. Richard however refused to listen. He and Columbus were of one mind. To all they were fools. Indeed, they both were fools. But they were fools with power and ambition, Richard decided to fund the voyage west.
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Siddharta was aging, his years numerous and his life peaceful. Choosing a successor would be a defining moment for India. There were many candidates. The Spearwielding Panjabs wished to exalt their warrior prince, the merchants of Indus had their man, the muslims, the buddhists and the taoists all had people vying for Siddharta's attention and favor. Meditating on the matter longer each day, it seemed to many that Siddharta was reaching a detachment that was unhealthy for the affairs of the state. Yet Siddharta sensed their petty squabblings and wicked plans. He must soon choose a successor, lest the nation be in trouble, but the obvious candidates were ambitious and rash. They reminded him of the Mongols he had once met, so obsessed with the now and the immediate future, no care for the long flow of history.
Discovery of the New World
Christopher Columbus was an experienced sailor, but he had never seen anything like the ship docked in front of him. The mighty Saint Mary was a marvel of modern engineering. Far larger, sturdier and more sea worthy than any of the galleys he was accustomed to. English shipwrights were the most advanced in the world and this mighty vessel was clear evidence of that. He couldn't wait to take this ship west in his search for Japan - and John Cabot. Columbus spent the next few weeks gathering crew and provisions for the journey. He added two more ships, the Saint Clare and a ship known only as the Painted.
Finally, the day came, they set out. His crew were nervous, but Columbus was confident his voyage would meet with success. They left the bustling harbor of Plymouth and set a course west into deep ocean. The voyage was long. Far different than the trading missions to Europe, Africa and the Mideast he and his crew were used to, there was no land to guide themselves by, no friendly ports to stop in at for more provisions. Nothing but open waters. They steered by the stars when they could or used a compass to head west and slightly south. Five weeks passed, the crew were getting nervous. By their captain's calculations, they should be in Japan by now. Perhaps he was wrong afterall, perhaps there truly was 20,000 km of open ocean separating England from Asia. The voyage seemed doomed. But they were far past the point where they could return home. They had no choice but to continue on in hope of finding land.
At long last, in the morning of October 12, 355 AD, John Russet looked through his spyglass from his perch in the crow's nest and sighted land for the first time. He let out a shout, "Land! Land!" Captain Columbus and the rest of the crew quickly looked to see it with their own eyes. Land! At last! The crew let out collective sigh of relief (though a much quieter sigh when the Captain was around). At daybreak, he brought the ships near land and sent a party to make a landing.
They encountered natives there. The natives were primitive, but friendly. They invited in Columbus and his crew to visit their city. While dirty and backwards, it was teeming with people. Columbus spent the day talking with their leader and other tribal elders. He wasn't terribly sure whether he had found Asia or not. The land seemed massive though, not just a small island off the coast. He repeatedly asked about John Cabot, but got blank stares. He and his crew, interested in trade from India and China also inquired repeatedly about tea. Once again, blank stares. He looked around the city, and saw various animal skins and trinkets, but no valuable goods worth trading for. Captain Columbus decided to depart that evening with his ships and continue his search, he left behind several crewmen though to learn the ways of these primitives and teach them about fishing, boat building, English, wondrous tales of Europe and God.
That night, as their ships sailed south, Columbus wrote the following in his journal:
"They ought to make good and skilled servants, for they repeat very quickly whatever we say to them. I think they can very easily be made Christians, for they seem to have no religion. If it pleases our Lord, I will take six of them to Your Highnesses when I depart, in order that they may learn our language." He remarked that their lack of modern weaponry and even iron-forged swords or pikes was a tactical vulnerability, writing, "I could conquer the whole of them with 50 men, and govern them as I pleased."
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Evidence of John Cabot from the Aztecs!!
Christopher Columbus continued his voyage south, staying in deeper waters, but staying within sight of land. He had truly found a great continent, far larger than the Japan he was searching for. Many miles south, he found another large settlement. The natives he captured further north recognized it, and indicated it was part of their nation. Columbus was quite amazed that such a primitive people could found and manage such a large empire. While still defenseless, perhaps there was more riches to be had among these people than he thought. He would be sure to make mention of this when he returned to England...
For now, however, he had another mission to accomplish. He continued south and finally, after rounding a long peninsula, turned west. Before long he encountered a new tribe altogether. As before, he disembarked to speak to the natives directly. The northern natives, having started to learn English, could serve as rudimentary translators. These southern natives, also appeared to not be the sought after Japanese. They called themselves the Aztec. They seemed to have more interesting goods to trade and, more importantly, they recently heard stories that may, in fact, be the long lost John Cabot!
The Aztecs spoke of stories they heard from a foreign land far to their south. They explained that while they didn't entirely understand the language of these southern people - these Inca - that they recently encountered a visitor from a foreign land. It is said a small collection of ships sailed from the west and encountered the Inca. Fleeing hostile pirates, the ships were given safe passage through Incan waters before finally seeking refuge in the Incan capitol of Capaco.
The travelers had been at sea for a very long time and had a similar complexion as Columbus and his crew. News travels slow, but Aztecs indicated that the travelers were still living in the Incan capitol learning their language and customs. Because of language issues, it couldn't be confirmed that these travelers were John Cabot or his crew, but it certainly gave Columbus hope. This is the most promising information anyone has heard about John Cabot for hundreds of years!
Once again, Columbus left some of his men behind. The small party, led by a Welshman named Henry Morton Stanley, were given the mission of traveling south, with an Aztec guide, to find their way to the Incan capitol and make contact with the "travelers". They had a sealed envelope to deliver from the King himself.
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Captain Renaud looked around in amazement. It had been many years since they had last set foot in Gallic lands. They had traveled to the far north of the Viking lands, the rugged forests of Russia, the exotic lands of the turks, the arid deserts of the Israelis, but this, this was something very foreign, even to veteran charioteers who had seen many things. This was the jungle.
The vegetation was lush, but unlike anything they had seen before. The trees towered to great heights. It was the afternoon, but the path they rode along was dark, light barely filtering down from the canopy above.
The sounds were quite unique as well. There was a certain hush, as there was no breeze at ground level. Overlaying that was a steady hum of insect and bird noises, occasionally broken by the call of a loud bird or the cry of an ape. It was very warm, very humid, and very eerie. Renaud looked up to assure himself that the sun was still in the sky.
It was. He offered a silent prayer to Allah. Renaud was a long way from Cadiz, and was not sure when he would return home. His current orders were to travel to the capitol of the Zulus, map out the territory along the way, and make efforts to improve relations with France's enemy of long ago.
But Renaud, like his charioteers and their horses, were tired. His men were the best horsemen in the empire, but that by itself might not be enough to see them safely home. He looked back to the chariots following his lead as they wound through the close jungle path. The chariots had long since been modified for long-distance travel over military action. Umbrellas covered each chariot, and most of the horses armor had been discarded.
The day wore on and the shafts of sunlight changed their angle though the vegetation. Evening was coming, so it was with considerable relief that the troop broke through to a large clearing before nightfall. They would camp here for the night and resume their travels tomorrow.
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Columbus' Successful First Voyage Sparks Great Leap Forward
Christopher Columbus left the Aztecs and began sailing east and south. He found many small islands and then another great continent to the south. Giant mountains, thick jungles, wide rivers, and lush beaches as far as the eye could see. Unlike the lands further north, this continent seemed to be nearly void of human settlement. Nothing more than tiny scattered villages. Columbus and his crew sailed back east, to England and reported all that they had seen. Columbus had the full attention of King Richard. Indeed, of all his court who were amazed that he came back alive. Columbus recounted the tale of his voyage, his encounters with natives, the possible contact with John Cabot, and the virgin soil available for colonization.
Richard was delighted, not only was it likely his boy-hood hero was still alive, it seemed that Captain Columbus had discovered a new land ripe for colonization, and new people ripe for conquest. These new lands would be England's saving grace. For too long, England had been the smallest nation on Earth. Thanks to the wise leadership of his forefathers and the financial wisdom of his people they had made the best possible use of their tiny islands, but the fact remained that they could not compete with the vast lands of France, Russia, the Neandor or the Ottomans. The quest for land had driven his great-grand father, King Alfred, to settle a worthless patch of desert in Africa, and spend great amounts of wealth and energy to defend it. The prospect of rich lands unclaimed by any civilized power (or the Neandor) was the dream of English monarchs for centuries.
Based on the reports of the enormity of the continent, Richard knew that caravels would not be enough to fully take advantage of the riches that lay in store in these new lands. Even though England was the first European nation to master the technology of deep ocean sailing and navigation - and indeed the first nation in the world to do so, it was not enough. Caravels were sturdy, but too small and too slow to carry significant numbers of troops across the ocean. Another leap forward was necessary. Richard turned to the greatest minds in England. After much work, Carl Friedrich Gauss, John of London and Cambridge professor and decedent of the nearly extinct Egyptian people, Merit Ptah, came up with great advances in Astronomy. Building upon advances in Optics, the Compass and other inventions, the trio achieved one of the greatest leaps forward science had ever seen in the world. Great advances were made in the study of the heavens and the motion of celestial bodies. Great strides were made in navigation and ship building. Working with skilled shipwrights, they were able to create the world's first galleon. While the rest of the world slowly rowed from port to port in galleys, the English were now masters of the seas. These great scientists had done what no one else could.
Marveled by this new technology, King Richard immediately chartered two voyages. One, led by newly promoted Admiral Christopher Columbus would be equipped with soldiers and sent to the northern natives who referred to themselves as "Americans". Columbus estimated he could take them over with 50 well trained men. To be safe, Richard sent 500. The second voyage would be led by Henry Hudson and given the mission to further explore the coast of the southern continent specifically to scout promising locations for colonies. The adventurer and explorer, John Smith, would accompany him and explore further inland once they land.
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The Mongols armies had no real leader but bravely they attacked the invaders. Chinese armies are now staying outside the border, they seem to have lost their will to fight, they had lost every battle. However the Russians were eager invaders sending stacks against both the capital and 2nd city built. Their attack against the capital has been weakened with 80% killed for no losses. However less troops are defending the 2nd city and there is a real possibility it will fall to the invaders soon. But the Mongol armies are determined to regroup and battle the invaders to the last man.
It was night, and The Man had his servants light torches all over his house. A great wooden structure, the first of its kind, and it had served for many years as his throne room. The Brit Ish would soon come, to talk. A second expedition from their country had arrived. Over the past few months, the group of British that had stayed after the first visit had taught them some of their language. The Man could speak but a few words, but he got the general gist of what they meant. Some of his servants had turned out to be very good at language, and they would sit by his side tonight.
Pleasant enough as these past few months had been with the 20 or so Brit Ish that had stayed, today would be different. The new expedition had brought along many armed men. Something was about to happen. He had had dreams about this, about a new era. He knew that the beginning of a new era would mean the end of the era before. He felt sad, but prepared.
The Man sat cross-legged on a large elaborate cloth, surrounded by many of his servants. The British entered, and one of them, a large man wearing a khaki uniform, adorned with all sorts of trinkets, walked straight up to him. He sat down in front of The Man.
"Right, bloody awful mess you have going here old chap. Rather dark and musty, I dare say. But let's get to business, shall we? We would like to escort you to our vessel for an audience with our captain. So, please, follow me."
The man in red stood up, and The Man stood up as well, motioning three of his most trusted servants to walk with him. As they got out of the longhouse, The Man saw many Brit Ish soldiers walking around town, taking notes and pointing at things. One man in a khaki uniform was being carried around by some of his men, a custom normally reserved just for rulers such as The Man. This did not bode well.
They kept on walking towards the ship, and as they got closer, he could see the Brit Ish were building a camp just off the beach. They had not asked permission to do this, and The Man felt himself getting annoyed. But he knew he was powerless against them; he had no means to stop them.
The Man and his servants were escorted on board, onto the main deck. A door opened and ten soldiers poured out, followed by a man with long dark hair, and an elaborate and colorful outfit. The soldiers took up position behind and to the side of The Man and his servants. The long-haired man approached The Man.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance. My name is Columbus. As of now, you are my, shall we say, guest. You are not to leave this ship. If you try to leave this ship, I will kill ten of your subjects for every escape attempt."
The Man understood most of what Columbus had said. He stood up straight, and looked Columbus in the eye. He motioned to his servant who could speak Brit Ish quite well, and asked him to translate:
"Whiteskin. I know what you do. I cannot resist. You have more power. But, know this. A long time from now, the fruit of your loins will pay for your wrongs. You will suffer greatly. One day, there will come an end to your era too. The world maintains a balance. The land will not forget."
Columbus laughed. "Jolly good, wonderful sermon, who knows, we might make you into a missionary yet! Haha! Now, shackle them and put them below decks. We will talk more later."
The Man did not resist. He knew it would only make things worse.
Pilgrims Leave England in Search of Religious Freedom
The earliest group of settlers to seek out a new life in the new world were a community of religious Muslims from York. York was still a stronghold of Islam in England, but its influence was dwindling. Restrictions placed on the faith by the government and local leaders were becoming a burden, as the populace became more Christianized the Muslim community felt more and more isolated. Most sought to stick it out and seek reforms and acceptance within England, but a small community of separatists led by William Muhammad Brewster decided they could stay in England no longer. Initially they moved to Paris where their religion was more tolerated. However Brewster and his followers became worried about their people losing their language, their culture and their identity. Further more, Paris was a very urbanized city and, as farmers, they were out of place and out of work.
Instead they returned to Plymouth where they boarded a ship, the Mayflower, destined for the new world. Brewster and other leaders of the congregation knew this was their best hope for religious freedom and a new life. With mutual embraces and many tears, they took their leaves of one another, which proved to be the last leave to many of them...but they knew they were pilgrims and looked not much on those things, but lifted their eyes to heaven, their dearest country and quited their spirits. The ship, loaded with 102 passengers, half of them separatist Muslims, and captained by Miles Standish, reached the northern coast of South America on November 9, 460 AD after a voyage of 64 days.
Two days later, before beginning to leave the ship, the pilgrims formed a compact, later known as the Mayflower Compact which was the first creation of civil government in the English colonies. This compact, signed by all free men on board and read as follows:
In the name of Allah, Amen. We whose names are underwritten, the loyal subjects of our dread Sovereign Lord King Richard, by the Grace of Allah of England, Scotland, Iceland and Ireland, King, Defender of the Faith, etc.
Having undertaken, for the Glory of Allah and advancement of the Muslim Faith and Honour of our King and Country, a Voyage to plant the First Colony in the Northern Parts of Columbia, do by these presents solemnly and mutually in the presence of Allah and one of another, Covenant and Combine ourselves together into a Civil Body Politic, for our better ordering and preservation and furtherance of the ends aforesaid; and by virtue hereof to enact, constitute and frame such just and equal Laws, Ordinances, Acts, Constitutions and Offices, from time to time, as shall be thought most meet and convenient for the general good of the Colony, unto which we promise all due submission and obedience.
In witness whereof we have hereunder subscribed our names at Cape Cod, the 11th of November, in the year of the reign of our Sovereign Lord King Richard I, of England, Scotland, Iceland and Ireland.
After finding the best place to settle, the pilgrims began to tame the rugged but beautiful land and established their first settlement: Plymouth Colony. In this lush land, far removed from the power of the King or monarchs and royalty of old, the Muslim pilgrims established the first democratic government, electing William Bradford governor of their small colony. Here they would live, here they would thrive and grow in peace, freedom and faith.
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Out With the Old
At the palace in Mecca Abdullah al-Mahdi lays in bed taking his last gasps of air. He motioned closer his closest advisor to him and whispers, “Don't let the kingdom fall to ruin. I name Al Mualim my successor. Him and his own shall take the throne.” With that the old king died.
Months later on the steps of the palace...
“Good Morn to you, people of Arabia! I Al Mualim have been appointed as monarch of our kingdom. Abdullah al-Mahdi the wisest of leaders has sadly left this world to join Allah in heaven. I would like to take this opportunity to mourn his death and officially change my name from, Al Mualim to Al Mualim ibn Abdullah to honor his greatness.
"I, Al Mualim ibn Abdullah , promise you, my subjects, that I will pull Arabia out of it's isolation and slumber. Let us rise up to the heavens. Let us rise so we may shed the light of Allah to the many peoples of the world. Let us be mighty, wonderful, and wise. Let us put aside old differences and quarrels. For this is a new age. An age of prosperity for Arabia and her people.
"Arabs the time us upon us to assume our duty. We cannot just sit and watch the world go by. Go! Be all that you can be. If you pledge yourself to this than Arabia can and will rise up to match and exceed any other great nation in this world. May Allah bless us all. Let us rise to be the envy of lesser peoples everywhere!” Amid cheers, chaos and celebration Al Mualim smiled, and knew that a brighter age was coming to his beloved country.
To the beautiful Catherine the Great of Russia,
I am not sure if you are aware of the recent change in regime, but now I, Al Mualim, am the monarch of the humble nation Arabia. Though not much correspondence between your mighty nation that reaches across 2 continents from the noble palaces of Europe to the the oriental pavilions of Asia and my modest country, we would like to extend a hand in friendship to our stately northern neighbor. And I speak for all the Arabian people that we hope to be of any assistance we can to our prestigious colleague. In honor of a hopeful new benevolent relation between our people we would like to bestow up yours a sum of 10 gold from our emptied coffers to symbolize this new era.
Al Mualim ibn Abdullah of Arabia
To the esteemed Sulimen of the Mighty Ottomans,
It grieves me to inform you that Abdullah al-Mahdi has perished and I, in his stead, have taken control of our gentle nation. In the past it seems some unfortunate events have caused undesirable tensions between your paramount people, and the lowly people of Arabia. I, on behalf of my nation and my predecessor, would like to apologize for any past wrongdoings done. Why should we waist time and resources fortifying cities that should be like brothers (Sinope, Damascus). Let us usher in a new era between our peoples that will allow our nations to flourish and grow. We extend to your grand civilization and olive branch to promote the good will between us. I also offer a sum of 10 gold from our exhausted coffers as a symbol of hope for a friendlier future. I to show my desire for a easier peace between us will withdraw my troops back to my capital until my garrisons are left with but two units. I hope this gesture would show my commitment to our friendship and encourage you to redeploy yours as well.
Al Mualim ibn Abdullah of Arabia
To Siddharta our treasured friend of India,
Siddharta, it pains me to inform you, and the men of your elevated court, the tidings of our late king Abdullah al-Mahdi, may Allah bless him. I'm sure he would be happy to witness this most wonderful occasion. I, the new ruler of Arabia, would like to invite you and your peoples into an alliance with mine, a modest nation. Our alliance would benefit us both in that we will be able to work together to create a better world, and better nations. This alliance would allow us to also rest more easily in the thought that we have a friend to support us in our diplomatic, militaristic, and economic endeavors. The only immaterial matter that might put a hitch in our joyous friendship would be the unimportant circumstance of our differing religions. Though this shall not be allowed stop the unifying of our nations in a jubilant bond of alliance and friendship. As a token of my hope I send a gift of 10 gold to symbolize the lasting good will between our nations.
Al Mualim ibn Abdullah of Arabia
"Those godless people with eyes narrow must have some unbelievable luck or their pagan idols protects them well!" - Catherine mumbled to herself when reading the war communique. - "Our protected by Jesus Christ soldiers to lose the battle at the doorsteps of the Mongolian capitol? It seems we underestimated the Mongols. They even got so inspired by their great victory, that they called one of their officers a Great General! We did pursued him and captured Beshbalik, but how I shall persuade our generals to try and stop the soldiers from killing every Mongol they see in revenge for the death of their comrades?"
The smoke and the orange glow at the horizon long after the sun has set, made her think it is too late to try and save Beshbalik from the just anger of the Russian soldiers.
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The ruling family of France had yet to personally embrace Christianity, let alone any religion, despite the fact that the country had "officially" converted. Princess Joan had condoned the national conversion for political and social reasons. Genevieve remembered well what her mother had told her: "It keeps both the people and our neighbors happy." But her mother was also wise enough to know the political power that went along with both the religious 'belief' and the religious 'infrastructure'. Prior to her death, she had begun construction of a new palace in Calais, the Apostolic Palace.
It was not built in Paris, the strategic thinking being to distance it from the seat of French government. This would enable it to act somewhat independently; or at least give the appearance as such. It also kept Paris' development scaled back; trying to respect the age-old and unspoken understanding with the English regarding so-called 'cultural' control of the channel. Some insiders think the real reason is that the best builders and and the best resources were in Calais; and that Paris could not have built if it tried. Whatever the rationale, it was built in Calais. And like the other magnificent feats of architecture in the city, this was no different.
A large open area, centered by a column, looked upon a magnificent church. To the right, a more sedate and 'blockish' building was the actual palace.
The artists of Calais had again outdone themselves. French creativity had run rampant and the interior of the church was the result.
The Apostolic Palace would be the head of the Christian Church, and it was intended that matters of Christian theology, as well as matters of politics amongst Christian nations, be decided upon here. A well know artist, Rafael Cambrai, was retained to paint a wall which would reflect that intent. But artists are irrepressible souls, and Rafael's interpretation was of a classical artists' school, where both techniques and ideas would be passed down from masters to students. The work was so impressive, that despite its dramatic departure from the original request, it was retained and became the artistic center-piece of the palace. It was eventually 'rationalized' that Rafael's picture was an artistic abstract of the disciples teaching God's way.
This was the Apostolic Palace. It was here that the head of the Christian Church would reside, and from where Christian theology, and edicts, would be issued. Time would tell whether the Palace would truly 'center' the Christian world, or whether Christian nations would spurn the concept.
The call went out to other nations to send Christian scholars and officials to fulfill the Palace's mandate. But who would 'head' the palace, and hence the Christian world? That was still to be decided.
In the interim, the leading Cardinal of Paris, Phillipe Vaillancourt, was placed as the spiritual and administrative head of the Apostolic Palace. It was on a temporary basis until elections could be held.
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Do you want to handle this alone?
I have not heard from anyone regarding Neandor's diplomatic suggestion.
We are very concerned about the Russian involvement and the taking of Beshbalik.
Instead of all of you secretly fighting can you please put on the table your demands.
Or tell the Neandor to grunt off and shut up!
as he sits on the terraces of Grunzen city drinking the latest French sensation feeling his grip on diplomacy fading into the sunset along with Damnanglais statistics... ah, if only Queen Genevieve was sat beside me here...
The Russsians are demading the impossible. They insist on being given a route to the Pacific ocean. As we have 4 cities along that route, and now only the capital beside it, it is something we cannot give. They have razed Beshbalik to the ground committing genocide of the worst sort. SO it looks like things continue until the enemy is far more reasonable.
Oh my, King Franzen could not believe this. Where oh where is that bottle?!
Israel has caught a Great Spy within our boundaries.
We are willing to trade him for any Great Prophet.
Any nation that can make such a trade with us, please contact us.
The spy speaks all known nations and will fully cooperate with any nation, as long as it's not Israel.
This is because it is an anti-semite.
She was alone in the desert. It was very hot. The sunshine was blinding. A man was walking away from her. Or was it towards? He walked slowly, leaving slight footprints in the sand. She yelled out to him. There was no acknowledgment. He kept walking.
Genevieve awoke with a start. She had been dreaming. Of the desert. She had never been there. Was it Africa or Arabia? It had to be Arabia. She recognized the man’s clothes from various books she had read. What did it mean?
She smiled to herself. It was just a dream.
She rolled over to go back to sleep, but she had this feeling, this intangible sense of reality, that ‘something’ had been lost. And that she would not be going back.
A sense of sadness lulled her to sleep.
Catherine heard the angry voices in front of her tent and was curious who may dare to argue with her guards insisting at loud to get audience. She looked through the gap in the cloth of the tent and saw few Christian priests leaded by the Russian patriarch himself.
"Oh, no - it seems it is not enough the mongol keshiks, but now I have to deal with my own angry priesthood with their endless demands for monasteries and spreading the religion" - the Queen said to herself with boredom - "Let them in!" the guards heard her resounding voice and immediately made a way for the priests.
"It seems you dont care enough for the Church, your majesty!" - the patriarch said bold - "You allowed the French to build an Apostolic Palace before us! We were hopping to build it for the glory of our Church, to praise Jesus and to beautify the gray streets of Moscow!"
"You walked all this way from Moscow to Ural just to say me this?" Catherine said already with annoyance in her voice. "Is it so important for you? Isnt it the same when fellow Christians have built it? It will still praise Jesus, no matter it is in France or in Russia"
"No! It was me who was going to be the leader of the Christianity if we had built it! You dont know your majesty - your spotless mind cant imagine that the religion can be put to a political use - all the Christians will follow the decrees from the resident of the Apostolic Palace" the patriarch said.
"Hmmm.. thats interesting" Catherine said holding her elegant chin with her graceful fingers, rotating her beautiful head to one side. "I can use this to my advantage"
"Dont be sad, Russia is a big Christian nation and our people and priests are so pious, the power of our prays still may make you to be elected to advice and lead the Christian flock all over the world. I'll see what I can do about this" she replied with a smile that the more careful observer would call slyly.
The 3 chiefs of Mongolia are disappointed that the Russians and Chinese are showing no interest in peace. The group (KKK) as they are known now request the assistance of fair minded people throughout the world. Although we are currently easily holding our own against 3 enemies, Russia, China and barbarians with 12 enemy units killed to our one, the gods may not continue to shower us with their favour and help from other forces will be appreciated. The Chinese are currently advancing towards 2 cities inculding the capital, but their current forces will be met with deadly force and therefore are of limited concern at this time. Russia is likwise moving towards a 3rd city which is lightly defended after all units were killed that approached our first two. They are unlikely to succeed in taking the city, and certainly with reinforcements on the way, they would not be able to hold it, making it likely they will again brutally raze a city and commit genocide, such is their brutal, cowardly nature, to kill and massacre woman and children.
Therefore we request help against a nation that has committed genocide and is lilkely to do so again.
Russia never killed intentionally civilians. Their blood stains the hands of the indecisive and stubborn Mongolian leaders.
I have sent Mongolia one more offer for peace. I will restrain my soldiers from killing Mongolian soldiers or civilians till midnight. If till then I dont have answer from KKK, I can promise nothing.
And stop accusing Russia of being some kind of monster, our intentions are not to obliterate the Mongol tribe.