The Dance of Civilizations [Diplo Game] [Story Thread Pt1 - August/September 2009]

[Mali (DoC)]

A Malinese hunting party ventured further and further to the southwest, keeping a close distance to the coast. As the hunting party topped a hill, they spotted black beasts prowling the area. These beasts attacked a small group of people traveling westward toward the coast. The dense vegetation prevented them from seeing the outcome, but the hunting party journeyed closer to aid the survivors.

[Inca (DoC)]

mitry kechwas peeplz brinz glori two wiraqocha thees dai al tawantin suyu sin bowt glori ggrate goood god wiraqocha iz fin four al keechwaz sinchi roca iz grate al crize

[Persia (DoC)]

"The fathers will kill us!" A scared young man said "Silence" Hastog demanded The storm was huge No Median had ever experienced such a storm "It's the curse of the fathers" The young man was killed People cried Lightning turned night Into day Hours passed Thunder and lightning Shaking Medians Terrified For the fathers And for Hastog the Hairy "Can we win without their support? The Magician asked "We will!" Hastog said He walked out of the hut Became soaked in a few seconds Entered the open field "Kill me fathers, if you dare to!" A scream against the storm Lightning touched the ground 1 mile away "Strike again" he haunted Ligtning missed by half a mile "You be cursed!" He screamed The storm pulled back "Be GONE fathers" He yelled A fist was raised into the air Then he faced the North East "Pay Brittania" "You are running out of time!" Words were carried over the mountains To the east The great voice of Hastog was heard in the houses of the Brittanians

[Korea (DoC)]

The first major thouroughfare in Korzan lands was hacked through the forrests of the west and crushed rock was placed on the ground to allow the travel along it of the cattle and other animals being traded between hte provinces.

The provincial overlord of the West, Kaisa Stoove, proclaimed a feast in honor of the completion of this pathway. The workers were rewarded with twice their usual allotment of food and given a month off.

Their next project was to link the northern provinces, through the jungles of terror and out into the wilderness. Reports of Black skinned people making war with the Korzan warriors had been spread through the provinces and recruitment of young men for the newly formed brigade of Axemen had been fast with two divsions heading deep into the jungle.

[Native America (DoC)]

After they had recovered from the black cougar attack, ‘Burnt Thighs’ and family group and ‘Spotted Wolf’, journeyed on through thick forest. They were pleased to have survived the black cougar attack and didn’t expect any more attacks because ‘Touch the Cloud’ had signalled spotting only one such group.

But he was wrong, ‘Spotted Wolf’ saw more of the cougars hidden in the forest. He raced back to ‘Burnt Thighs’ and set up a defensive circle.

At nightfall the cougars attacked, not in the least scared of the flames. ‘Spotted Wolf’ and his small band killed them all. They skinned the beasts and saved the skins for future dances.

Days after the killing, ‘Burnt Thighs’ saw a good place for a new settlement and discussed this with the family group. They bowed to his judgement.

In travelling to this new territory, ‘ Spotted Wolf’ reported sightings of what looked like a group of warriors from another tribe. He crept close to their temporary encampment and from watching he reported that in his view they were a hunting party from another tribe. He didn’t believe they had warlike intentions. Indeed he got the feeling that they were more interested in killing the cougars and helping any injured.

Then as ‘Burnt Thighs’ moved west towards the coast, the hunting party disappeared from their sight. ‘Burnt Thighs’ sent a smoke signal home to say he had found a new settlement, close to water and that he had spotted another friendly tribe and if met with treat these wanderers as friends.

[Persia (DoC)]

Hastog: "Russia: Pay! Acknowledge the Russia River our Border River! Give up your settlement In Persian territory Or I will take it" 4 Persian axemen were ready to invade The Russian settlement

[Persia (DoC)]

The Persian army Invaded the Russian settlement Settled on Persian soil Hastog the Hairy lead the army "Today you Pay! Hand over the settlement And nobody will die Refuse to do so And we will hurt you mortally"

[Ottoman Empire (DoC)]

I, Mehmed II, call for an immediate cease to Persia's hostile and unprovoked actions.

In the name of peace and humanity I plead with all other rulers to come forth and lend support to our friend Catherine of the Russians.

If we do not rally behind Russia in her time of need, what is to stop the same from happening to us?

Killing of our fellow bredren of humanity?? For what?? More land??

Let it be known that Mehmed II values human life over expanding borders.

[Arabia (DoC)]

I Saladin support our brethen across the seas - Catherine, who has appeared cordial and supportive in our limited communication.

We appeal for peace and urge the the combatants to reach a mutally agreeable solution.

[Arabia (DoC)]

Mecca Weekly

Arabia is blossoming despite a time of war across the red sea and within our our lands as barbarians ravage the countryside. Fortunately our fearless leader who had thrown away his smocks (or short dresses) to adopt baggy pants (with frilly bits) has successfully trained hordes of his harem (who had nothing better to do) in the art of archery. They protect the countryside and feign flower collecting to adorn themselves of each other in quiet places.

Saladin was successful in building a temple (hence all the banging) to educate our people on the way of the one although none are really sure what that means nor can read the scriptures that the new found priests hold up. Never-the-less the wine is good and the bread is fine in the new temple. The people are just happy to escape the drugery of peasantry.

[Orb (DoC)]

It is night now as Alexander peacefully sleeps in his bedchambers, yet his dream was not peaceful at all. He dreamt himself on a battlefield, bodies spread all around. Giant birds flew over top waiting for their chance to feed on the dead. Next to him was the goddess Britannia dressed in strange metal and carrying a round metal object she used to block and a long staff with metal at the end that she used to stab.

"Where am I?" he asked. Britannia turned to him and said, "Why are you here I did not summon you. Where are the guardians?" Alexander looked down again and saw he was holding the weapon he took from the guardian. "I killed the guardians," said Alexander. Britannia yelled in rage, "You fool you have made it possible for this!" At that moment Britannia quickly turned to kill Alexander with her great weapon when Alexander was pulled up into the air and taken by a man with wings.

As Alexander flew above the ground he saw the gods who he had worshiped all his life fighting wave after wave of these winged men. Final Alexander was set down; the winged man put his hand on Alexander's shoulder and said, "Please do not be afraid you will not be harmed." Alexander then asked, " Where am I? What is going on? Who are you?" The winged man told Alexander to follow him. They walk for a while until they came upon a white tent that shined brightly. Alexander walked inside; there in the middle was a man dressed in white. A great light shined around him making it hard for Alexander to make out what the man's face looked like.

The man spoke, "Greetings Alexander Vi Britannia leader of The Holy Empire of Britannia it is quite a surprise to see you here but a good one still." Alexander spoke, " Who are you? Where am I?" The man stopped Alexander, "My child, I am the creator of man and beast alike. I am the one true god who all other should serve. You where mistakenly called here to in the mist of this war to claim the souls of man. Your old gods are losing this war and soon will be no more." The man walked to Alexander and put his hand over his head. "My child I have sent my followers into your city they will spread my word but you must convert and aid in the spread of your new faith. Do so and you will be reworded fail and you along with your gods will be lost."

Alexander then awoke. A few days later as the one god said followers came spreading the work of the one god. Realizing his dream was real he quickly order the conversion of all Britannians to Judaism in turn creating the fist Jewish state.

Once all Britannians where converted Alexander formed The Soul council, which was a variation of the Order of Britannia, but unlike the order the soul council only advised the leader of Britannia and like the Order the Soul council became the military hand of Britannia aimed at keeping the peace and spreading the faith.

[Orb (DoC)]

It was a rainy after noon when a voice was hear echoing from the mountains. Alexander was curious but thought nothing of it as he continued his work planning the next project for his workers to do.

A scout ran into the chambers where Alexander was. "My lord the Pay people wish us to pay," said the scout. Alexander looked up at the open window the back down at what he was doing. "Ignore them," Alexander said, "They must not realize we are not a tribal village. If we ignore them they will go away." So that is what they did.

A day later the scout came to Alexander again. "My lord the Pay people or Persians as they call themselves are back. They demand we pay them and become their slaves. They say they have 5 axmen divisions waiting outside our borders to attack us if we do not do as they say." Alexander looked at the scout and said, " Did you see these Axmen?" The scout relied, "No." Alexander the asked, "Have any of our scouts along the mountain line seen any of these axmen?" The scout replied, "No." Alexander walked up to the scout and said, "If there has been no sign of Axmen then there are no axmen which means they are bluffing and we have nothing to fear. You go tell them to come if they wish we will not bow to them."

A day passed and the scout returned. "My lord the Persians now say they have 6 axmen but it seems they have started a war against the Russian and now wish to be friends with us." Alexander smiled, " As I thought." Nothing more was said and Alexander when off to temple to prey.

[Russia (DoC)]

From: King Samo of the Slavs and the Rus, Slayer of Medved
To: All who will hear

The darkens is upon us. We have in the past tried to talk to them. All they have ever said to our attempts at communication is "pay". Perhaps we would have, if only they have told us for what... now they swamp our lands with axes of bronze. A Black sword hangs over the lands of civlization. Their vile banners can be seen streaming into our lands.

This is unprovoked agression of the lowest kind. Our people have lived peacefully. Some might say our wealth and power has drawn them. But please think of our situation. Our people are bards and farmers, yes we settled new land. But that is what we are good at, we have already reached our limits. We are encircled by other peoples and we do not encroach their lands. Our hope for relavance was early expansion. We failed, we shall never be a great power. But even as we failed and wher content to live in peace in our lands... there are those who would take what little we have. The exception to this offer are of course are the cities we have lost to them, we do not wish our brethren that live in bondage to be put to the sword.


Listen to me you "Persians", you wicked dogs, you would be masters of slaves... we are a people who have lost hope. We are dead men walking. We have no armies to stop you but every single one of us would rather die than be a slave to you. Unless you give us back our city, our hope for reasonable existance is already lost. We shall have naught to do but to take you down with us. Sure you may win the war. But your people shall lose, and other nations who did not taste our wrath shall be your undoing in the ages to come. Our gods shall ensure this.

We ask you humbly in the name of your people, go home. We are reasonable people, agree to give us back waht little land we have and we can deal from that point onward...


While this war lasts we now offer up a bounty, every barbarian camp of the Persians burned to the ground shall be payed with the services of one group of our people's settlers. Payed as soon as possible after the war (or even during if the threat of our extermination seems to great). Such a price shall impoverish our people to the point of making us the poorest and weakest on all of the world. But we are willing to pay it. And the Perisans with their armies in our lands are easy targets. From hell's heart we would stab at them if we could.


My time on this Earth is short, I am an old man and my already well known daughter Catherine I. shall very soon take my place as ruler. I implore her to remember the words I shall speak to my few warriors today on my last act as king.

[Persia (DoC)]

Samo, great friend,

New settlements you made but you forgot to protect them.
It's your enemy that teaches you to build big walls, not your friend, buwhahahaha!

Now don't write those poems of despair!
We are not after Russia. Hahahaha!
My magician told me that Russia is one of the finest tribes around!
We are not as wealthy as you, though we do protect what we have a lot better! Buwhahahahahahaah.

We will not cross the Russia River.........
yet... hahahaha!

Don't be scared little man with your fancy hairband buwhahahaha
When you hand over that little desert village of you, we promise you the following:
- a settler to compensate your losses
- protection to compensate your lack of protection buwhahahaha
- a safe south-western border

What I expect from you:
- Hand over the village
- end war
- Acknowledge all west of the Russia River to be Persian
- Acknowledge Persian dominance over Russia
- Let me march through your lands to teach those ottomans some bronze working hahahaha, they asked some hahahahaha

Maybe we can even make some trade agreements, some axemen for Russian settlers perhaps? You seem to make to many settlers and too few axemen thus this can be our mutual interest HAHAHAHAHAHA.

Oh, and Alexy of the Brits, hahahaha, don't be so happy that the Persian axes moved to the south. When I'm done with Russia I'll come to you to teach you some obedience. My magician tells me that your army is even more pathetic then the Russian one! Buwhahahaha!

Russia, Ottomania and Brittannia, let me tell you one thing, Persia is the strongest and most productive nation on earth!
We will dominate you, if you like it or not.
Accept our dominance and we will handle you as friends and support you, raise up against us and we will keep you small. HAHAHAHA
As we speak spears and more axes are being made. I can send them to your main villages and destroy all the improvements your men made, throwing you back into the stone age hahahahaha.

So just bow your head and accept our supremacy.
Don't think you're too big for that! Buwhahaha because you aren't!

Hastog, the God of Persia

[Persia (DoC)]

Boooooo
Another message from the divine of Persia, HAHAHAHAHA
My last message is not negotiable! Just hand over the village now Samo! Or I'll take it by force and you'll not get the settler. And as a bonus, hahahahaha, I will bring my axes into your main land and destroy all your improvements!

So what do you want a Persian Settler or Persian Axes? HAHAHAHAHA

I also want to marry Catherine!
You can't refuse! Every father wants his daughter to marry a God! Buwhahahaha!