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  • #61


    Rhea Silvia’s two sons where left to die on the banks of the Tiber river as it began to flood, by the soldiers of Amulius.

    Their basked was carried south by the Tiber river. Eventually the cradle was, by the mercy of the God Tiberius, caught in the branches of a fig tree. He then brought them to the Palatine hill where they where nursed by Lupa (she-wolf, by most accounts). While tending to his flock in the hills a shepherd from Amulius named Faustulus found the boys and brought them home. He and his wife Acca Larentia raised the boys as their own.

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    • #62
      LEST WE FORGET~~~

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      • #63
        Claim of the Wild



        The last news that came from our scouts, far in the north, were the following.

        "We have spotted a group of lions. In order to secure this land, we will follow them to the hill indicated on the map. Just in case we don't survive, know that this hill shall be named after the lions brave enough to pierce the Piercians."

        OOC: Damn it... nothing to do for a couple of turns ! See you next week or so...
        Last edited by Pitboss Persia; June 13, 2008, 14:55.

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        • #64
          Oda's Victory

          Two years have passed since Oda Nobunaga went out to fight the evil barbarians. All Oda’s generals have still not moved from Kyoto. The time was still not right for the full out invasion of all of Japan. Lord Oda along with two hidden cloud jonin completely destroyed thousands of barbarian warriors. The speed and strength of Nobunaga was just too much for the slower barbarians to handle. The style Nobunaga used was the Hiten Misurugi Ryu-Hiko style of swordsmanship passed down only through the most powerful of the Oda clan. Nobunaga moved faster then a god killing 20 barbarians in one pass. The other two hidden cloud jonin were also more then the barbarians could handle each jonin was an expert at either ninjutsu or taijutsu but both were at their best using genjutsu. One barbarian tribe by one all feel to Nobunaga. Only one last tribe was left standing. It was the one Nobunaga was searching for. Lord Nobunaga didn’t fight this tribe. Instead he invited the tribe to join him and live in Kyoto under two conditions. The first was that all the barbarian warriors would join his army, which was slowly building up. Oda saw the strength of the barbarians and he knew it would be a great asset to him. The second was that the leader of the tribe must marry him. After an hour of talking to each other Sonya, who was the leader of the barbarian tribe and the woman Nobunaga saw on the beach, told Oda yes. Oda not wanting to waist much time then returned to Kyoto with the barbarian tribe. The next morning after arriving back Nobunaga and Sonya were married. The two peoples became one and all that was left now was to wait till Oda’s army was ready to take all of Japan.
          Last edited by Pitboss Japan; June 10, 2008, 23:51.

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          • #65
            Ozzy the Bateater feels as if a great weight had been lifted from his chest. Centuries of waiting and anticipation seem to have ended. Goals have been met, objectives achieved, victory for the Metalheads was at hand. Ozzy commissions a song from the cities' musicians.


            Leading us on, to the land of eternity
            Riding the cold cold winds of Valhalla

            The Kingdom of Odin is the Kingdom of Gods
            Where only souls of the brave may rest in peace
            But someone among them had the skill of deceit
            And raised the hand that would open the road to Hel

            When the winds of Valhalla run cold
            Be sure that the blood will start to flow
            When the winds of Valhalla run cold
            Valhalla

            The ring has been broken and a soul must be saved
            Among the bravest of men, who rides to Hel
            The longships are sailing and the chariots ride
            And yes the anger of Thor will serve you well

            When the winds of Valhalla run cold
            Be sure that the blood will start to flow
            When the winds of Valhalla run cold
            Valhalla

            Raise your hands
            reach and Valhalla will save your soul
            Raise your eyes
            and Odin will lead us on

            They say that history repeats itself
            upon the year of the seventh century
            Well nobody knows, no you never can tell
            So you'd better run now and hide away

            When the winds of Valhalla run cold
            Be sure that the blood will start to flow
            When the winds of Valhalla run cold
            Valhalla

            Valhalla by Black Sabbath
            Last edited by OzzyKP; June 11, 2008, 07:59.
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            • #66
              With no leaders of the small vilalge, the palace was left empty, Chaos ruled the people. Everyone did what was right in their own eyes. Sheer bedlam ensued.

              From up on high though the Great One was looking down and he was angry. The people had forgotten him.

              He made a decision and he let his wrath pour forth on his chosen people. Disease and pestulence run amock in the town.

              Finally after many years the people did begin to search themselves and knew they were wrong, they entered the palace and found the old artifacts. These reminded them of the Great One.

              The people remembered the Great Mountain stories of old and did select a youth to go to the mountain to find the answers they seeked.

              So it was that young Roger Wilco did start his journey to the mount.

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              • #67
                The Maya

                The Mayans

                Sometime around 4000 BC the civilization now known as the Mayans came into being.

                Like many other starting civilizations of the period, the Maya formed from the many small tribes inhabiting the Mayan jungle. Records show that around this time they stopped fighting among themselfs and started to work together. The first Mayan settlement, known today as the city of Tikal, was founded on the banks of the Mayan river.

                Archological digs indicate however that unlike other sprouting civilizations, the Mayan did not adapt the benifits of argoculture and animal domestication for quite some time after settling. This was probably due to the abundents of jungle food which had sustained the Mayan people for eons.

                Instead, the Mayan became early metalsmiths. This is somewhat of a curiosity among archeologists, considering metal working did not develop in other parts of the world until much later. What drove early Mayan technology in this direction is a mystery to this day, however some speculate that their warlike nature may have driven a lust for better weapons. Although the tribes were no longer warring with each other, the leaders still fought for control over Tikal.

                Another curious trait of these people was their early involvment with mystisim. Ancient cave drawings indicate that the Mayans had strong supernatural beliefs with regards to light and dark.

                The sun for example, was considered the mother of all life. The Mayan reviered the sun, and still do to this day, although professional opinions vary as to when the Mayan offically considered it a God.

                Darkness on the other hand, was associated with death. Interestingly, death was not considered a "bad" or "evil" aspect of reality. The Mayan considered death as natural as birth, and the warriors often welcomed it as long as it occured in combat.

                Certain omens in particluar were embraced by the Mayan. The jaguar jungle cat was considered to be the sons and daughters of the moon. To see one was considered a very good omen, to be killed by one a great honor. From the records recovered at Tikal we know that Mayan women would sometimes send their children into the jungle after a jaguar sighting in hopes that they would be consumed. This practice has been blamed by modern day historians as the main reason Tikal did not grow significantly in population for the first 1000 years of its existance.
                Last edited by Pitboss Maya; June 17, 2008, 21:23.

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                • #68
                  After years of exploration, our scouts found new life to the north, a nation called "America". Although contact has been made, the leader of this nation has yet to identify himself. Apparently America has a problem with disease as their finest whore has been sent to us for treatment.

                  It is with great sadness that we report the death of the explorers. Rumor has it that men carrying clubs with metal adorning their heads were in the area as were lions. No word on whether or not these strange men or the lions were responsible for the deaths.

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                  • #69


                    The Athenian scouts explored new lands around the city of Athens. They were suprised by the beauty of the world. One day when they were in the woods on the top of a hill they discovered a group of lions in the distance.



                    Apparantly the lions were getting closer.
                    They had smelled the scouts and hunted in groups at them.



                    The scouts decided to stay in the woods to enlarge their change to survive. The hills and the woods were a natural position for defense. They could climb into the trees and attack the lions from a save position.



                    All lions were killed by the scouts.
                    Victoriously they stood on top of the hill, ready to explore new lands and new peoples.

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                    • #70
                      Greece is very impresive. more so than others who are killed by lions.
                      Last edited by Pitboss Japan; June 12, 2008, 19:05.

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                      • #71
                        So strange... We have heard nothink from my brother Vladimir in yearrs now. He always sent back a man to inform us of his latest discoveries... but nothink for decades now... I wonder vat has heppened.

                        -Pitr! A beaten, broken, limping, bleeding, moaning, wounded, cut, ragged, sunburnt, parched, coughing, filthy, mud-caked, frostbitten, gangrene-inflicted, staggering remnant of a scout hobbles towards our settlement.

                        Can you see who it is?


                        -It is not your brother I fear. Hold on. It seems he has fallen down and perished.


                        Damnink. I want to know what has heppened to my brather.

                        -Hold on! It seems he is stottering up to his feet again and continuing onwards. He's practically dragging his left foot and seems barely able to move. I suspect he is in a lot of pain. Quite impressive his determination though. Oh. Never mind. Seems he's finally given up this time. He's fallen over again and seems to be chewing dirt. Yep. He's a gon'er.
                        Can I go back to my grain brew now?

                        Just wait a sekond. I be thinking he's not dead yet...


                        -By the holy goddess Vodka! I think you're right! He seems to be dragging himself by his left arm and pushing forwards with his right foot. That can't be very comfortable, that patch of land he's on is mostly small thornbushes covering gravel. Ouch. I think he just managed to stab himself on a sharp branch. Goodness, look at the blood gush! No way is he going to survive that!


                        Two Hours Later
                        -Inconceivable! He is still crawling!! Look at the trail of blood and bile he's left behind. It must be enough to fill a 3-litre waterskin! He's just 200 paces away now.

                        Another Hour Later
                        Look at that! He made it all the way. I guess you can ask him about your brother now, master Pitr.


                        No, there is not haste, let him have somethink to drink first. Leadership is based in kindness and compassion, you should know.




                        Later

                        So. You have been treated for your wounds, been given water and grain brew, and even a whole cup of yoghurt to eat. Now I want to be askink of you some questions


                        yes master Pitr. we travel north. find great river, lake. many things. then. on other side of lake we find small land bridge. lead north. on north side of lake. other settlement! we spoke with some of their people, they call them self, Port of Geese. we ask why anyone would make a port on a goose-lair, but we dd not understand them very well. Vladimir said he would return to talk to their leader, but he just wanted to check something first. for the geese-people talked of a horrible monster in forest and Vladimir wanted to see it. he even said he would kill and make trophy of it to impress goose-men.

                        Well??? Tell me all about it? What happened next?

                        please bear with me, for it is hard for me to tell this horrible account. we went north and west from goose-lands, and came to frozen wasteland. so cold we had to break ice to swim across small river. then we saw them. at first they seem docile. eating creature that swim and jump in river. Vladimir take his hand-axe and go over to one. it was very big. like ox. and very hairy. like beard. Vladimir take one look at it and say, You don't seem too dangerous, fish-eater! Then, we could not bear to look away, he club the beast on its head with axe. very hard. so hard it would crush skull of cow, or break bearing beam in house. but beast not die! it rise on back legs, taller than 2 men! and with single strike of giant claw-paw hit Vlaidimir so his head fly off! Bearing off into the frothing cold waters. beast then turn to rest of us. we swim across river, thinkink we are safe, but it swim across and bear down on us and kill Viktor! Yosef hit it with axe, but it barely notice. and the monster brung to bear his attention on poor Yosef who was eaten alive. then, oh, I can hardly bear to continue, some of us decide to climb tree, thinkink we be safe there. but monster climb tree too!! it chase Mikhail higher and higher, until tree no longer bear him and he fall down. on rock. Feodor and I were last. we ran until legs could bear no further and collapsed. the monster then bear down on me, but I lay still, like dead. it hit me many times, breaking my leg, four ribs, and also fractured my bare arm, and chewed on my head. I lie still whole time. monster go tired of me and chew on Feodor instead. he scream so monster take leg in jaw and bear off with him. I have walked since then. first I reach goose-lands, but they consider me portent of evil, bearing bad omen, and ask me to leave. so I walk home. now I am here.


                        Bear me out here....The whole expedition was eaten by a single animal? And I was thinking to send more explorers out. Now that thought is unbearable. We will have to train warriors instead. And also, no reason to take chance with the goose-people, may beink friendly, but if not, I want army. What a sordid story. I be needink, a beer.
                        Last edited by Pitboss Russia; June 12, 2008, 17:13.

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                        • #72
                          Roger Wilcos story is well documented in the History archives now , but it bears a retelling her again.


                          Roger led a team of hardy men upto the peak of the Great Mountain. As they ascended to the top, Roger told his men to wait on a prtoected ridge while he entered what was to become called the Holy of Holys.

                          In this cave it is reported that Roger did see and speak with the Great One himself. Roger was the first to hear from him in many a long eon.

                          When Roger came down from the summit he told his men that the Great One was real. That the Great One had a plan for his people.

                          Roger led his men to the shiny things discovered lifetime ago. Here Roger explained to his men that they must dig and extract the shiny things and to take them back to the palace. For this would make the people happy to have shiny things.

                          And so begun the work of Wilco.

                          It would take many decades to finish and even longer to get the shiny things back to the palace for in this time, the Oldonians only knew walking , no clever person had even invented the wheel!

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                          • #73
                            The Great Han People's Nation is the world's only civilization. So far as can be determined, beyond the borders of Seoul live only lions. All attempts to enlighten the beasts with the words of the Buddha have thus far met with failure.

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                            • #74
                              A New Hope

                              Our shamans took a closer look at the last maps our scouts had sent before they died, and it seems that they were investigating on signs of human presence further in the north, far beyond the Lion's Hill. Once Empress Iris was informed of theese great news, she sent a bird, carrying a message of peace and hope to the north.

                              This may be the end of Piercias isolation, and many are looking forward to meet new cultures.
                              Last edited by Pitboss Persia; June 13, 2008, 14:51.

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                              • #75
                                Meeting the Wyandot Nation



                                The bird has returned, with a message of great relief. A people called the Wyandot Nation, lives next to us. We are no longer alone.

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