The Dance of Civilizations [Diplo Game] [Story Thread Pt2 - October 2009]

[Orb (DoC)]

Your killing me

[Persia (DoC)]

OOC:
@Egypt, thanks for helping Hastog out of heaven, he was out of place there from the beginning already
Awesome story! Thanks for picking it up

[Byzantium (DoC)]

From the borderlands of Thessalonica and right up the Marmara valley to Constantinople itself, the Byzantine people lit burning red cross to welcome the arrival of Clandit the new ruler of the people of the Red Cross as he travelled to Constantinople to meet with the Council of the Chieftans.

[Egypt (DoC)]

OOC:
@Egypt, thanks for helping Hastog out of heaven, he was out of place there from the beginning already
Awesome story! Thanks for picking it up

OOC: @Persia Thanks? Pay!
Thanks for the opportunity, and the suggestion that started this Awesome replies Now keep your hands of my poultry!

[Egypt (DoC)]

Planes of Ra

Hor-Aha sat on his throne, eating Egyptian delicacies with his great Incan ally Lloque Youpanqui, celebrating Meni's ascension and talking about recent divine events. An aid came up to him and whispered in his ear.

"Great Pharaoh, the Byzantines are marching a settler onto the Planes of Ra. Our settlers from Luxor have been on their way for days to finally settle on this last remaining piece of land."
Hor-Aha stood up.

"This cannot be. They know the importance of this piece of land to us. Why would they, who are so great and large, want to take away this bit of land from us? Why? Is this the evil workings of Hastog again? Send a courier to the Byzantines, asking them to not steal away our only remaining land. Offer him a gift in return, to be discussed when we meet."
Hor-Aha sat down, and looked at his great friend Lloque. He sighed. Pharaoh for one day, and now this...

[Orb (DoC)]

Marcus was asleep in his bed when all the sudden the doors where flung open. In
entered four Persian guards. Marcus yelled out, "What are you doing here! Who sent
you!" then one of them took the back end of his axe and hit Marcus in the head knocking
him out. When he woke up he was in the forest just outside the city and infront of him
stood Guru Cheney, a Britannia decimal fat one's faith. "What do you think your doing,"
said Marcus. Cheney responded, "Rabble rabble I got a letter rabble rabble." He opened
the letter and placed it infront of Marcus. He read it then said, "The Guru is clearly
insane you can't listen to him." Cheney picked up the paper turned around and said,
"Rabble rabble I'm in charge now Rabble rabble. Kill him rabble rabble." The guards took
Marcus away to make it look like he died in a barbarian attack the whole time yelling,
"Persia has betrayed me! Persia will burn and all who follow will burn! I will have my
vengeance!"



By the time the sun came up in the skies Guru Cheney had collected all of the advisors
to Marcus and with swings of his axe began to slowly chop off their heads while yelling
out, "Rabble rabble sacrifice! Rabble rabble we pay!"

[Egypt (DoC)]

Hor-Aha woke up. His head hurt. He reminded himself to never try and drink as much as an Incan.
There was a knock at his door. Not another virgin, he thought.
"Come in!"
An aide walked in.
"Mighty Pharaoh, the settler near our land has retreated."
Hor-Aha sat back against his pillows and sighed. He thanked Ra for watching over him.
"Send forty virgins to Justinian. And a cart full of sugar dates. Tell him this was my late father's favourite combination. And tell him mighty Egypt has a newfound respect for their great neighbour."

[England (DoC)]

The new outpost of Tioram, over looking the great bay

[Russia (DoC)]

The Russian civil war - continued.

Catherine continued her campaign.
She vanquished Vladislav the Wicked at Volgorad and had him whipped.
She ravaged Radoslav the Rapist at the Rivermouth and had him routered. (possible mistranlation from ancient Russian)
She deflated Dogar the Dumb near Desert hill and devised his demise.
She plucked Pitr Pitrovovich at the Poultry-Pasture and put him on a poker.
She squashed Stanislav the Squishy at Squirmyslug sand, and salted his wounds.

Following her grand victories, 7 other princes banded together against her. They met at the clearing near the Sevastopol jungles and The Battle of 7 Princes and a Princess ensued where Catherine was dealt her first defeat. Forced to retreat into the jungles, Catherine fell ill with fever. While heavily medicated by hilarious jungle herbs, she had a great vision of a great greatness that was grand and glorious. A hairyness of untold magnitude stood before her. He spoke to her and this is what the Prophetess heard:

I am Hastog the Hairy and the Heavy who was cast down to hell, where my hair was singed by the fires of the underworld and my fat sizzled like the rinds of pig. Now I am Hastog of the Underworld, and I command thee Catherine of the Russians, who will be my bride when you leave this world, that you must raise me up among your people and others. I have been wronged in the afterlife and you will be my instrument of vengeance. Seek aid from foreign lands to win your throne, then do my bidding.

Catherine asked: What foreigners? The Ottoman? The Arabs? The Persian? Who will aid me?

No reply came.

[Persia (DoC)]

Guru Far'Az was meditating "Hastog the Fat Black soul Expelled one Song from the pit Lightning from the Abyss Thunder from the void Destroyer Curse of the people Bane of Egypt Answer me! How can I serve you today?" Then a darkness shined into the light covering the hearts with sorrow Taking away the will to live A voice was heard Phrasing words from nothingness "Send armies to Catherin'Az Help her So she can serve me Guru Far'Az Guru Chen'Az Guru Catherin'Az The three of you will shake the world! My World!" "What about the Ottomans, fat one?" No answer.....

[Persia (DoC)]

Floods in Byzantia Yestig'Az was heard by some, speaking to the waters.
		Many forrest fires in Korea "It's the fire of Baltaz'Az" the people whispered.
grasshopper plague in Arabia Some grasshoppers were reported to be changting "Khursh'Az Khursh'Az Khursh'Az"
		Moon darkened for 3 days in the land of the Natives "It's the shadow of Alexor'Az" the people claimed.

[Persia (DoC)]

Mehmed II was sleeping A voice spoke to him "I am Hastog, who you are serving, Continue to serve me, And nothing will harm you. Join forces with Far'Az, Chen'Az and Catherin'Az. The Ottomans will be the first of my peoples. You will spread the doom to all nations on the earth. We will revenge my fall! When all will bow for Hastog, Meni will pay!"

[Egypt (DoC)]

A messenger approached Hor-Aha, who was munching on sugar dates, and looking at the Nile Delta from his throne room.

"Great Pharaoh, the Byzantines have ignored our plea and settled on the planes of Ra after all, close to our capital."

"WHAT!" Hor-Aha threw his sugar date against his servant in anger.
"May Seth seek them out, and bring chaos to their realm! They have shown their true face. They have not communicated with us at all for weeks, not answered any of our messages. They are rude, and have no qualms about spitting in the face of another civilization through their actions. Despicable and deplorable. A mighty nation such as Byzantium should look out for its neighbours, but instead it angers them, disrespects them by never communicating. Outrageous. Call forth my advisors and prepare them for a long meeting."

Hor-Aha dismissed his servant, and looked out across the Nile Delta from his throne room, shaking his head.

[Native America (DoC)]

Lone Horn was now far away from ‘Touch the Cloud’ and ‘Sitting Bull’ and the tribe. He was also beyond the range of ‘smoke cloud’ communication. The canoe with the buffalo sail was serving him well but he did have to stay within sight of land.

After having encountered a formidable white waterfall, to the north, that halted his exploration of Whiteland, Lone Horn had retraced his steps and explored the southern approaches to Whiteland. Eventually he reached the borders of Whiteland again. This time the local ‘chieftain’ was more welcoming.

So ‘Lone Horn’, retrieved a ‘Peace Pipe’ from his satchel, stepped ashore and joined the tribe from Whiteland at a feast. Lone Horn packed the peace pipe bowl with a formidable mixture of bison processed plant extract and tobacco. He lit it and offered it to the Whitelanders.

‘I say’, said one of the Whitelanders, ‘ this smoke inhaling ritual, is very like that foreign smoking tradition, demonstrated at court, by Sir Walter.

Sir Walter? asked another. ‘Raleigh’ was the reply. ‘Really‘ was the response.

’It will never catch on’ said another.

Lone Horn was pleased to have met and been welcomed by these ‘eccentric ’ persons with their big red design on a white buffalo hide

[Byzantium (DoC)]

The New Ruler of the Byzantine People

We the Council of the Chieftans proclaim Flavius Theodosius as the ruler of the Byzantine people. He is a gift from God to the people - God's representative on earth, a light to all the nations of the world.



He, his sons and their sons after them will rule and guide the Byzantine people. Stability and God's favour will flow through this blood line to the Byzantine people, just as the Great River Marmara ever flows through our land to bring prosperity and peace.