Announcement

**Robert** · August 30, 2006, 09:56

The story of the Indians

For ages the Indians have lived on Terra.
There's no one around who was among the first Indians.
They still remember the ancient stories of the beginning nevertheless. From father to son these stories were given trough.

A long long time ago when the earth was empty and without life the sun errupted flames upon Terra.
Fires were all over Terra and they kept heating it's plate for thousands of years.
When the fires ceased to exist the ground of Terra could finally been seen again. What could be seen was shocking. Small living creatures were crawling over the places that were heated by the flames of the sun. They began to multiply and they began to grow.

Among these creatures were only a few who were walking on two legs. Soon it appeared that they were the smartest and the wisest of all living creatures. They named themselves the Indians and they would rule all living life on Terra with wisdom and love. For they were the Indians, the caretakers of life.

The story of the beginning of the Indians was an impressing story. They felt that they were important but didn't understand how and why. They stared at the sun during the day and at the stars during the night. "Is there anybody out there?". They talked to the sun, their father, but it never answered. They pondered about their ancient stories and the meaning of all of this.

Soon the Indians decided to split the thinking into two branches which were named:
1. How did we come here?
2. Why are we here?

The first group was named the 'philosophicals' while the others were referred to as the 'religious'. The last group tried to find a meaning behind everything. Nothing could just be, they believed that not the Indians themselves were the highest power but that there must be more. They asked the Sun to answer their questions and worshipped the sun as the giver of life.

The number of Indians started to grow, the philosophicals decided that it would be best to be leaded by one wise man. An old man, one of the philosophicals, son of an ancient familie, called Robert stepped forwards and said: "I will lead you for I am the oldest and I am the wisest". He was named "Robert LXXIX" since one hundred and twenty eight fathers he had known. And all obeyed them. The religious called him 'Our first father' "because" they said "he is our first and our father and he will lead us and all living creatures on Terra for now and forever".

Robert LXXIX decided that the Indians should stop wandering over Terra and establish themselves at one place where they would live forever. They packed their goods and started their search for this spot that would be heaven for them!

Long live the Indians!

**Prussia** · August 30, 2006, 21:54

THE HISTORY OF CARTHAGE

A nomadic tribe by nature, the Carthaginians were a noble people. Their first priority was to make sure the collective survived, adapted, and then, eventually flourished. These were a people who's bond strengthened them, and allowed them to grow. They tried to be as helpful as possible, for they had dreams about the stars, the world, power, and most of all, the riches that only dreams can describe.

Yes, these people had dreams. They dreamed that one day, they will carry the flame of victory as the dominant conquerers of all other nations, whether diplomatically, or militarily. These people relied on their will to become the best, number one, no less than perfect. And perfect, they tried to be.

The Carthaginians arrived on Terra as the earth was formed, so says the stories. They relied on the Being, the creature that gave them life, to guide them in their ways. The wise-ones were the people who had the connections with the Being. They guided the people spiritualy, and appointed the champions, leaders, ministers, and other positions for the tribe. They always had the first take of the she-ones, and were a figure of magnificence for the entire peoples.

The wise-ones said the place the tribe inhabited will now, and for the rest of time be called Terra. The motherland. Our home. The entire planet, everything from horizon to horizon. Terra.

The people grew, and the people grew, and grew so much they needed a practical leader, one who could make the decisions of the land, with the wise-ones' guidance, of course. They chose one leader, a she-one, who went by the name of Elissar. The wise-ones said that this was the Beings' wish, and Elissar was meant to lead them for as long as the Being commanded them.

The people, desperate for guidance, opened their arms to Elissar.

The wise-ones had another message from the Being soon. He said that they needed to build a city. It shall be named Carthage, and shall be the foundation of their empire.
The Being told them exactly where to go.

And so began the History of the World...

**LzPrst** · August 31, 2006, 12:27

In a time immemorial, the earth was dark and cold. Frozen northern winds blew across the endless oceans that covered all, from one end of the world to the other. Only a few places did the earth break the mighty ocean’s surface. On one of these spots of dry land lived a small and insignificant people. These people lived upon the top of a great peak, a frozen rock jutting out from the seething waters far below. No trees grew there, no animals lived there, there were only the angry men of the northlands. These fortitudinous people lived on what the waters provided, fish, crabs, mussels and the great blue whale. And though living in the harshest of lands they stubbornly persevered, for they knew that one day light would shine upon their frozen rock and they would prosper. And so they lived for countless generations, in the cold frozen darkness on the hard snowy mountain, waiting patiently for the light to come to them.

Yet sometimes the hand of fate must be forced.

Following the great feast that was held each time a great blue was captured a young girl sought out a young man and wished for his companionship. As was the custom he asked her three questions of his own choosing to know if she possessed the qualities he considered valuable for a wife.
Tell me, Gunnhild, he said, would you honour your man and share with him troubles and joy?
Yes, answered Gunnhild.
Then tell me, Gunnhild, will you bear him children of strength so that they will stand tall through the hardships of men?
Yes, answered Gunnhild.
Then tell me at last dear maiden, can you cook?
Eh..? Uh…? What? answered Gunnhild.
Can you cook? he repeated the question.
No… answered Gunnhild with a tearchoked voice.
Then I do not wish you as a wife, replied the young man and bade her fare well.

Gunnhild left the feast and walked to the top of the icecovered peak, her tears falling as frozen droplets to the ground. Here she stood alone and looked up to the heavens with a vengeful mind and screamed:
How the bloody hell am I supposed to learn to cook in this cursed darkness!?!?

And lo and behold, The Sun was wakened by her screams and curious of this burning anger he stepped from his heavenly perch down to the mountain peak and gazed by his own light upon the young girl. Her anger burned as strongly as his fire and he was drawn to her for she was beautiful and fierce. The Sun flared with desire and came to know her (if you’re too young to understand what that means, they discussed the matter over a cup of tea), and arose into the heavens satisfied.

And Gunnhild was with child, and she bore a son. A child as was never seen in the world before. His eyes burned with a fiery light and his hair was red as The Sun’s fire. He was named Oden. The boy grew strong amongst his people and gained great honour and respect. Yet when the first beard of reddish fire took hold on his chin, The Sun again descended to the world of men and spoke to his child.
Son, you are of my kind and therefore you belong in the heavens with me.
But Oden would not leave his people and he spoke to his father in harsh words.
What father are you? To leave my mother to fend for herself when she was with child? To leave me to fend for myself without a father, not a single birthday card in seventeen years!? No, I will not come with you.

Insolent human! Screamed The Sun. I gave you life and I can take it back! And so he burned his child with flames of anger. But Oden was hardy and clever, he mocked his father then dived into the cold waters below. The furious Sun followed him down and the waters steamed into the skies from his heat. Further and further down did Oden swim and The Sun followed, evaporating the waters that engulfed him until at last he grew cold and wished to regain his warmth. Then Oden took hold of him and held him below the raging waters until his flame weakened and flickered.

Let me go! cried The Sun, I will drown and be extinguished if I cannot breathe the air!
I will let you go, said Oden, if you give your light and warmth to my people.
Your fire is mine! I will shine upon your lands, upon all lands of the world until the end of time, I will light the moon in my stead when I sleep at night, I will melt the ice and warm the air, just let me breathe!

And so Oden released his father who flew into the heaven and burst into eternal flame once more, forever holding his promise, bringing warmth and light each day and giving the moon to shine at night.

Oden climbed from the waters and looked over the land. No longer was the frozen mountain peak alone to stand above the vastness of the Ocean. The Sun had burned with such fire that the waters had risen as clouds to the sky and the ocean floor now lay dry for as far as the eye could see. Running home to his mountain Oden shouted to his people,
Come out! Come out! I have conquered The Sun and he has given us light, warmth and fertile soil as far as the eye can see!
The people climbed to the top of the mountain, the young carrying the old, all ran up the rocky path until the entire tribe stood on the mountain top. Seeing the vast dry lands, they cheered Oden and asked him to lead them down from the mountain into the lands of the great bay, the Vik, and they took the name “Of the bay”, Viking.

And so began the leadership of Oden, the first chief of the Vikings.

**KunojiLym** · September 1, 2006, 22:23

The history of the Chinese is shrouded in the midst of time. Recent archelogical findings shed some light upon these humble beginning, but much is mixed with mythology.

According to one tradition, from a Great Beginning of total emptiness came primal matter and vital forces, that which was clear and light drifting upwards to become heaven while the earth solidifiedl then, without being created, things came into existence, but all became different, being divided into diverse species of fish, birds, beasts, and so one... and man was born out of non-being to assume form in being. Another account of the beginning of the world is more picturesque. In the beginning, it says, the universe was an egg. It split open and the upper half became the sky, the lower the earth, while from it emerged ancestral man. Ipon his death 18,000 years later he split into parts; his head formed the sun and moon, his blood the rivers and seas, his hair the forests, his sweat the rain, his breath the wind, and finally the fleas became the ancestors of mankind.

Whatever the case, there are two legends that stand out in the annuls of oral tradition. One tells of a great warrior named Pan Gu, who wrestled a fearsome lion to the ground with his bare hands, and much impressed the strange people from the south. He was ultimatedly struck down by the heavens, as he sallied forth against more lions. Another tells of a similarily brave warrior named Shun, who struck down a fearsome panther spirit, before an ancient bear overwhelmed him at the foot of Taishan, the Great Mountain, far to the north. How much of this is true is up for debate, but what is known is that by 3000 BCE, contact with the Egyptians, Romans, Incans and others had been established. The culture of the Yang-shao had given way to a more advanced culture, that of the Lungshan. In the Valley of the Dragons, Long Xia, they established a great city, Yin, building upon the settlements of the Yang-shao before them.

**LzPrst** · September 1, 2006, 22:24

Following Oden down from the mountain the people walked for many years until they at last reached a small river by a farstretching hill. The ground shook as they had crossed over and when the last of the people had reached the other side the narrow strip of land they had walked upon sank into the water separating the Vikings from the Sungod Mountain, their ancestral rock. They settled on the hill under Odens rule by the little river Nid, and they named their home after it, Nidaros.

The waters were not the same as they had been when they washed upon the mountains, but they were still bountiful and the Vikings sent out boats to gather the fruits of the ocean. For many years, longer than the life of a mortal man did Oden rule his people. As he grew older he grew more sombersome and one day he told his people that he would leave them in search of a great quest. The quest for Wisdom. Along with a young scout named Njaal, he left Nidaros. Without their leader the Vikings carried on their carefree lives, harvesting the fruits of the ocean and multiplying greatly. For the Vikings are as independent as they are strong, only true greatness can convince them to follow.

Odens quest led him through strange and vast empty lands. From Nidaros he ventured east and met a people unfamiliar and different, they called themselves the Carthagians. Retracing his steps towards home he met a warparty of a mighty nation known as the Inca. The Incans paid little attention to this old man seemingly lost in the wilderness. Continuing his search, for decades, he eventually came to a place called Funglia. Despite finding this odd but friendly people he was angered by his failure at finding what he sought. And so he began the long journey home. Yet when he reached the outskirts of the evergreen jungles of the Villskau a great bear (originally I wrote beer, would make an interesting story too) fell upon him and tried to crush him. But Oden was mighty beyond mortal men and slew the beast. Following the battle he ventured to a treecovered hill to rest his wounded body. And it was here he saw what he sought. The Spring of Mimir. Here he haggled with Mimir, the keeper of wisdom until at last they agreed upon a price. Odin would drink from the Well of Wisdom and in return, Mimir would have his left eye.

Odin sacrificed his eye for the Wisdom and Knowledge of the Ages. Being now far greater than mortal men and infinitively wiser he sought out to return to his people to bestow his leadership once more upon them. Njaal continued to travel further south until he reached a border of a people vastly different from the Vikings. But that is another tale.

And so for years Odin wandered the long way back to Nidaros to share his vast wisdom with the Vikings.

**OzzyKP** · September 1, 2006, 23:35

FIRST SESSION 2935 BC

India(Gandhi) - CyberShy
Egypt(Ramses) - Nolan
Vikings(Ragnar Lodbrok) - LzPrst
China(Qin Shi Huang) - KunojiLym
Korea(Wang Kong) - Deity
Inca(Huayna Capac) - Dangime
France(Napoleon Boneparte) - Colonel_Treize
England(Victoria) - MMC
Celts(Brennus) - Francois/AI
Arabs(Saladin) - OzzyKP
Carthage(Hannibal) - Thrak
Rome(Julius Ceasar) - Trev
Bulgaria(Cyrus II) - Toni

**Robert** · September 2, 2006, 03:47

The world breaths

An message to all living people on Terra,

Look around, see life, breathe!
Look at the sun, the clouds, the birds and the sky!
Look deeper!

Go down on your knees and value all that moves!
Go down and worship
Go down and be surprised

Behind every living creature
Behind all that is and stays
Behind every soul a force exists

Pray to the gods of all nature
Pray that they may bless your life
Pray and be heard

There are many gods and they are among us
There are divine beings who lead us by day and night
There are powers that are like us though they are stronger

All obey to Brahman, the all supreme
All worship Vishnu, who'll send us his avatars
All bow down for Shiva for he will end this world.

Come to Relhi and be wise in the things that matter
Come to Relhi and learn about Hindiusm
Come to Relhi and become strong and live forever!

So have I, Rahman, founder of Hindiusm, said and so will it be done.

**Robert** · September 2, 2006, 04:09

The annals of Robert XXIX

4000 BC - Robert XXIX becomes the first leader of the Indians
4000 BC - The city of Rho-Delhi has been founded
3999 BC - The glory of Rho-Delhi spreads and inspires many people to come and live there
3990 BC - Brave warriors leave Rho-Delhi to explore the world that's been dominated by the Indians
3960 BC - Indian warriors meet hostile villages in the village of 'Hut'. The village is being destroyed and the hostile enemies flee into the forests
3900 BC - Indians meet friendly people that call themselves "Egyptians"
3810 BC - The exploring warriors walk into a 2nd village that has much wisdom about the environment and supplies the warriors with maps of the surrounding lands
3760 BC - The warriors meet people from the friendly nation of Korea
3250 BC - Rahman teaches the Indians about Hindiusm
3250 BC - All Indians become hindus
3125 BC - Exploring Warriors meet up with the Arrabs, peace be upon them
3125 BC - The people of Bulgaria are met and made friends with
2935 BC - Robert XXIX dies after bringing wealth and peace upon the Indians

These were the days of Robert XXIX
Our leader
He will be remembered as the father of our nation
There's a star in the sky where he's looking from upon us
May his name be known among all people of Terra
One day all people of Terra will be united and Robert XXIX will lead them!

Hold your breathe and learn from the passing of our great leader

Robert XXIX was sitting in the center of Rho-Delhi.
He watched while the children played
He saw how the mothers cared
He looked upon the warriors who brought food
There was a little child, she stared at him

She softly cried
She stood up and walked to the left
She walked to the right
She turned around
And she wept

Then she looked at Robert XXIX again and said:
"You have lead us! You shall be praised!"
She cried again and said:
"Time is not in our hands, the time has come!"
She looked down to the grounds and shouted:
"Hail Robert XXIX for he will return in the end to unite all people on Terra, we should not wheap for those who have passed from our sight!"
"Goodbye great leader"

Robert closed his eyes, breathed one last time, and died.

All people in Rho-Delhi cried.
And all said: "He will return and unite all people, we should not cry for he will live in our hearts till that day has come!"
When the people looked at the girl again, she was gone.
In here place there was a man, unknown to all but known to everyone. He was the girl, but what was more important was that the spirit of Robert XXIX was upon him. His name was Varanu, the 2nd leader of the Indians.

**OzzyKP** · September 2, 2006, 10:40

The Covenant

For many generations the ancestors of Ishmael wandered in the wilderness of the great continent, living with a tribe of nomads. Then one blessed day, after the death of Ishael's grandfather, God told his father Abraham, "Leave your own country behind you, and your own people, and go to the land I will guide you to. If you do, I will cause you to become the father of a great nation; I will bless you and make your name famous, and you will be a blessing to many others."

Abraham and his wife, Sarah, settled in the land given to them by the Lord, and were blessed and grew wealthy. After many years Sarah had not borne Abraham an heir and they grew worried. Abraham asked God, "O Lord Jehovah, what good are all your blessings when I have no son?"

The Lord replied to him, "Look up into the heavens and count the stars if you can. Your descendants will be like that -- too many to count!"

Abraham killed an offering to the Lord in gratitude.

Then the Lord said to him, "Know for certain that your descendants will be strangers in a country not their own, and they will be enslaved and mistreated for four hundred years. But I will punish the nation they serve as slaves, and afterward they will come out with great possessions. In the fourth generation your descendants will come back here."

When the sun had set and darkness had fallen, a smoking firepot with a blazing torch appeared and passed between the pieces. On that day the Lord made a covenant with Abraham and said, "To your descendants I give this land, from the sea in the north, to the cold sea in the south, the desert in the east and the forest in the west."

The Story of Ishmael

But Sarah and Abraham had no children. So Sarah took her maid, Hagar, and gave her to Abraham to be his second wife.

Soon Hagar was pregnant, and an angel came to her and said, " "You are now with child
and you will have a son.
You shall name him Ishmael,
for the Lord has heard of your misery.

He will be a wild donkey of a man;
his hand will be against everyone
and everyone's hand against him,
and he will live in hostility
toward all his brothers."

So Hagar gave Abraham a son, and Abraham named him Ishmael.

Fourteen years later, Abraham's wife Sarah miraculously became pregnant. Their son they named Isaac.

The child grew and was weaned, and on the day Isaac was weaned Abraham held a great feast. But Sarah saw that the son whom Hagar had borne to Abraham was mocking Isaac, and she said to Abraham, "Get rid of that slave woman and her son, for that slave woman's son will never share in the inheritance with my son Isaac."

The matter distressed Abraham greatly because it concerned his son. But God said to him, "Do not be so distressed about Ishmael and your maidservant. I will make the son of the maidservant into a nation also, because he is your offspring."

God was with the boy as he grew up. He lived in the desert and became an archer. While he was living in the Desert of Paran, his mother found a wife for him.

Ishmael and his clan settled in a rich land upon a hilltop overlooking a clean, pure lake. A large forest and river were nearby. Ishmael's wife bore him 12 sons, named Nebaioth, Kedar, Adbeel, Mibsam, Mishma, Dumah, Massa, Hadad, Tema, Jetur, Naphish, and Kedemah. Upon that hilltop they founded the city of Mecca, and a great nation grew.

Mecca:

**OzzyKP** · September 2, 2006, 14:41

The people took to farming the land and the Lord smiled upon them by granting the people Mecca many seasons of abundant crops. With food plentiful, the clan of Ishmael grew and grew.

At this point Ishmael gathered his 12 sons together to tell them about the Lord and the covenant. It had been many years since Abraham had last visited, and as he was very advanced in years upon his last visit it was assumed he had passed on. Little was known about Ishmael's brother Isaac. His clan was rumored to be living in a foreign land in slavery.

While there was no love lost between the two brothers, Ishmael decided to give his sons a sacred quest in the name of the Lord to locate his half-brother Isaac. Along the way of their travels they were instructed to map out the wilderness surrounding Mecca and make contact with all tribes in the area.

Righteous tribes were to be greeted and welcomed as friends, but wicked tribes were to be destroyed to the last child, and looted for all they were worth.

The sons set out across the land, and ventured far into the wilderness. Many a lion and wolf were destroyed, and many a bear were run from. To test the righteousness of a tribe it was decided two of their number would venture on alone to see the welcome they would receive.

The Story of Sodom

They came first upon a town named Sodom, and a godly man, Lot, was sitting in the gateway of the city. When he saw them, he got up to meet them and bowed down with his face to the ground. "My lords," he said, "please turn aside to your servant's house. You can wash your feet and spend the night and then go on your way early in the morning."

He prepared a meal for them, baking bread without yeast, and they ate. Before they had gone to bed, all the men from every part of the city of Sodom—both young and old—surrounded the house. They called to Lot, "Where are the men who came to you tonight? Bring them out to us so that we can have sex with them."

Lot went outside to meet them and shut the door behind him and said, "No, my friends. Don't do this wicked thing."

"Get out of our way," they replied. They kept bringing pressure on Lot and moved forward to break down the door.

But Ishmael's sons inside reached out and pulled Lot back into the house and shut the door.

The two men said to Lot, "Get your family and follow us out of here, because we are going to destroy this place. The outcry to the Lord against its people is so great that he has sent us to destroy it."

With the Lord at their side, the sons of Ishmael destroyed the wicked tribe of Sodom, killing all the inhabitants spare Lot & his family. In a swirl of fire and burning sulfur, the town was destroyed and looted. Dense smoke rose from the land, like smoke from a furnace.

Further Travels

The band of brothers continued on, encountering several more tribes. Some righteous, but many wicked. In total, six tribes were destroyed by the holy fire of Ishmael's sons. Sodom, Gomorrah, Admah, Shinar, Elam, and Ellasar were all destroyed and pillaged. The band of warriors grew rich with pillage from the destroyed tribes. Much gold was looted and added to the treasury in Mecca upon their return.

In addition to the six wicked tribes that were sacked and burned, three righteous tribes were met and relations were established. The Bulgarians, the Indians, and the French were all encountered and deemed worthy of life. For now.

In the end however, Isaac and his clan were never found. The land was scouted out in all directions though, the frozen tundra of Bulgaria, and the vast oceans in the north and south, and the varied land of desert, plain, mountain and forest between. After many years of journey and adventure and close encounters with wild bears, the warriors returned to Mecca with great stories of their adventures and a mountain of gold and plunder.

**Frank Johnson** · September 2, 2006, 18:12

“How did I end up doing this?” Thought a young man still dressed in his nice clothes out on the hot beach, his shoes already soaked by the unpredictable tides. His eyes wandered from the ground for just a moment from his search back towards the town. “Oh yeah, that’s how.” In the distance was the figure of an attractive young girl who waved at him encouragingly. In a moment of passion the young man had promised to collect rainbow shells from the beach for her. “Here I am spending my last summer vacation as a student waiting on the whims of a girl still swayed by silly trends like rainbow shells.” The girl waited in the shade, unwilling to risk her own digs while 4th year technical student Taro Cupac nobly sacrificed himself in pursuit of the trendy shells.

“It’s no good. This beach must be picked dry.” The shells were really popular with the girls these days it seemed. “Huh? What’s that?” Under just inches of sea water glowed a strange light. It as if the moon was glowing out of the bottom of the sea in the bright of day. Taro wandered over to investigate. While staring at the strange glow in the sea, another large wave took him by surprise. Losing his footing, Taro fell butt first into the shallow water emitting the strange light.

“Oh great. Now I’m soaked.” As the tide again retreated Taro spotted something. “A rainbow shell! Wow and it’s big!” Now in every direction it seemed like the entire beach was covered with the coveted shells. Taro hurriedly gathered up the shells in order to impress the young lady. By the time Taro stopped to look around, he no longer recognized his surroundings. Just off the beech, a shore once teeming with shops and hotels was a dense jungle. “Weird.” Taro pondered “Maaaru! Where are you? I got a TON of rainbow shells! Marrrru!”

From behind some dense foliage a wide-eyed young girl examined Taro closely. “There you are!” Taro had spotted her. “Take a look at all of these.” He said as he presented the shells triumphantly to the girl to still had yet to say a word. “Hey when’d you change clothes? Never mind, take your pick!” He presented the shells at her feet. The oddly dressed girl picked up one of the shells, shook it, then with a swift motion cracked it on a near by rock. “Hey! Maru, what the hell!” She then proceeded to suck a small sea creature out of the shell broken shell. “Ewww, that’s gross!” The girl took another shell, broke it just as quickly and presented it to Taro. “I’m not gonna eat that.” "Eat it! Its really good you know!" The girl spoke in a strange dialect. “Hey, when did you learn ancient Quecha, Maru? And I’m still not going to eat that raw.” The girl looked at Taro with a puzzled look. “Where are we anyway? Hey quit eating those.” Taro looked out to sea. No boats. He looked up and down the coast. No tourists. Not even a lifeguard stand. Just what was going on?

After eating her fill of shellfish, the girl dug through her rough clothing as if looking for something. “Are you playing some kind of game with me?” She ignored him. “Do I really have to speak Quecha to you? Its summer break you know.” Her eyes immediately lit up. “Speak, Quecha, Yes! Here take it!” The girl opened her hand and produced a shinning gemstone. “Maru, where’d you get this?” “Not Maru,Chasca! Take for food!” It was huge. It had to be worth thousands of nuevo sol. As he starred into the gem, a large rough hand fell on his shoulder. “Who is this Chasca?” The amazingly large presence had moved up behind Taro without him noticing at all! “I’m not sure father, he came from the sea. He emerged from it out of nowhere. He must be borne of the sea! Anyway he brought me a snack…” The girl had already degraded into a overly-detailed account of the last few minutes. “He talks weird.” “He doesn’t like shellfish.” “And what’s with those clothes?”

Taro turned and looked at the impressive figure of a man before him, dressed in exotic animal skins despite the tropical heat. Taro was amused. “Oh I get it. I must have wandered into an amusement park or something. And who are you?”

“What!? You don’t know me? My name is paramount among Incans! I am Bob! Bob the Bear Slayer!”

**Frank Johnson** · September 3, 2006, 23:40

Bob had already broken down into an overly detailed account of the last few decades. Hunts, battles, honors, beasts, songs, women, sons, daughters, and the such. Chasca nodded and hummed encouragement to her father after each heroic account while Taro sat wondering if this guy was real, only being able to understand about half of what he was saying. Bob and Chasca quickly determined that Taro must be a clan member or he couldn’t speak Quecha so they led him back to the camp. Taro on the other hand, quickly determined he was not in an amusement park after the several mile hike to the camp full of scantly clad villagers. He was at a loss, but everyone was interested in him. He couldn’t very well make a break for it while half the village girls fawned over him. Large open fires were cooking recently hunted game and the whole town was in a festive mood. Taro had become the main attraction. Chasca started getting a little bit jealous. After all she had found him. A scuffle broke out among the women folk and Taro saw an opening and beat a path back to the beach.

Taro spent an hour in the light of the moon franticly looking for the strange light he saw when he fell into the ocean and everything changed. Eventually he collapsed, sobbing, thinking of his lost home. He remembered his freshman ancient history course. He’d been taken back in time about 6000 years! His thought turned to everything he had lost.

Under the light of the stars Chasca caught sight of the crying Taro on the sitting shore. “Why are you crying? Everyone likes you Taro.” “I can’t go home. Everyone, they’re….” Chasca cut him off, grabbing him playfully. “Silly, this is the only home we have! At least until tomarrow that is!” Taro looked deep into the joyful face that was the spitting image of the girl he had just met a few weeks ago and realized he hadn’t lost all that much. His parents were divorced, he had a mountain of student loans to repay, didn’t have any brothers or sisters, and he hadn’t seen most of his friends for more than a couple days in a break when they returned from their far off posts and studies. In fact it’d probably be months before anyone noticed he was gone. He was free.

Chasca was in the process of dragging Taro off the beach back towards the camp when a profound recollection came to Taro. It was the long winded freshman ancient history professor, whom he couldn’t even name at this point. He said something like, “The whole idea behind education is that an educated person is able to rebuild his or her civilization.”

“Chasca?”
“Yes, Taro?”

“What did you mean when you said this was our only home, until tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow father is going to lead my brother, and his family and servants to settle beyond the jungles in the Valley of the Stars! Isn’t that wonderful? There’s nothing father can’t get his children, even their own valley full of corn!”

That settled it. It was the ancient era. Taro remembered watching something about early expansion into the Star river valley 5000 years ago on the history channel. “Yeah, his own valley, that sounds nice.”

“Of course,” Chasca sounded particularly proud of herself, “that means this village belongs to me now!”

He hadn’t stopped to think about it before because it was a common name, but Taro was being dragged back through the jungle in the middle of the night by Queen….no, Princess Chasca the First of the Incans.

**Thrak** · September 4, 2006, 08:07

And the swine herd fell on his arse in the mud again.
"Oh mighty Being," began Pilka "where art Thou when I need to catch a slippery pig".
Pilka had spent the best part of the morning trying to catch Stinky (the biggest pig in the herd) and had come to the conclusion that as hangover cures went, chasing a muddy swine through a bog was not preferrable.

A young farm hand ran over to the edge of the mud swamp, and with some difficulty Pilka pulled himself to his feet.

"Any news of my daughter?" he asked hopefully.

"Yes Mr P," answered the youth at the top of his voice, "she mysteriously turned up with several other comely wenches this morning - from Farstrongs bed chamber."

Farstrong, intrepid adventurer, crosser of the great desert, slayer of lions, and now it seems poker of young unmarried daughters.
His welcome home party had embroiled most of the city last night, and was responsible for Pilka's sore head.

"And where is he exactly?"

"Left with the first light Mr P."

Pilka groaned. Bloody typical.
Several hours later with Stinky safely penned up (having strongarmed the youth into helping despite his protestations), Pilka walked back into the city of Carthage, still laid to waste in last nights revelry. It was widely held that the city was getting overcrowded, and that a more vocal group of citizens were going to leave and soon settle another town (possibly somewhere bacon was not the only staple food).

Pilka didn't mind, twice he had been turned out of his then home and moved to smaller accomodation - the life of a pig herder was hard, especially for an unpopular git like Pilka (although the stench probably didn't help - yes, it was probably the stench).

For a pig herder he was strong though, and more than once since the news of Farstrongs indelicacies his mind had flitted to the specially polished club he affectionatly called 'man basher' that sat in his current hovel.

Well now it had gotten him thinking. Over his evening meal of 'pig surprise' (bacon under a hot rock) he fomulated a plan. 'IF there is going to be a new city,' he reasoned 'surely we will need some more warriors. Warriors that might head out across the desert, and possibly rendezvous with Farstrong and his band of merry infidels.' And he patted Man Beater.

And so the next morning, squinting in the morning sun, Pilka marched up the steps to the (disturbingly clean) palace, and enlisted in the Army of Cathage. His previous position of command (in charge of 12 pigs) put him in good stead, and with Elissars blessing he prepared to lead an unruly group of smelly pig herders and farmhands out into the wastes.

"Pilka your leader, shall now be know as Pigstrong," said Elissar to the hastily assembled group, "as he herded pigs, now he shall herd you men."

And so, as the city of Cathage grew ever smaller into the distance, Pilka, I mean Pigstrong, marched his men forward into the Great Desert (and possibly to whup Farstrong upside the head).

The saga of Carthage goes on.

**OzzyKP** · September 4, 2006, 21:58

The save

Attached Files

session 1 - hotw7 - bc-2935.civwarlordssave (217.7 KB, 58 views)

Announcement

The History of the World VII . . . .

The History of the World VII . . . .

Comment

Comment

Comment

Comment

Comment

Comment

Comment

Comment

Comment

Comment

Comment

Comment

Comment

Comment

	Civilization	Leader	also known as	Former players
Nolan [PM]	Egypt	Ramses	condor233
Deity [PM]	Choson	Wang Kong
Levi_the_Oracle [PM]	Inca	Huayna Capac		Frank Johnson (Dangime)
KunojiLym [PM]	China	Qin Shi Huang
LzPrst [PM]	Vikings	Ragnar Lodbrok
Glohithia [PM]	England	Victoria		MMC
OmnipotentTrout [PM]	Celts	Brennus
OzzyKP [PM]	Arabs	Saladin
Rykoffe [PM]	Carthage	Hannibal	Thrak
Eliminated	Rome	Julius Ceasar		[AI]
Toni [PM]	Bulgaria (Persia)	Cyrus II
CyberShy [PM]	India	Ghandi
Conquistador45 [PM]	Kushrena	Napoleon Boneparte		Colonel_Treize