History of the World 4.0

[deity]

Cities/Units in 1100BC

Poor old Raz

The AI and a newbie had a struggle in the Northern African wastes...

[Rasputin]

wtf.......


hmmmmm lucky i cant play then , that sux

[deity]

This should cheer you up a bit Raz!

[Rasputin]

not at all Deity, only 2 citys !!!!!!!!!! doesnt anyone know how to build settlers any more !!!!!!!

FFS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Ljube]

Originally posted by Rasputin
wtf.......


hmmmmm lucky i cant play then , that sux

Snap out of it and make a comeback worthy of GREAT RAZ!!!

I'll assist you in any way I can

[Ljube]

Re: Cities/Units in 1100BC

Originally posted by deity
Poor old Raz

The AI and a newbie had a struggle in the Northern African wastes...

Come to think of it, it may have been a better choice to have someone sub as Serbs (arguably the best start) rather than having someone sub as Egyptians (arguable the second worst start).

[Rasputin]

i bet the fool built bloody military units too LOL... wonders why people forget how to explore with settlers /!!!!!!


any way.....

folkswhere are the stories, if you expect me to get any enjoyment from this at all i expect to rich lush stories...

give them to me

[atawa]

.sav please...

[OzzyKP]

The English mapmaker, Ebraucus, has compiled the first known survey of the world. Assimilating the knowledge collected by our Serb friends, Ebraucus has combined it all into this world map.

Little is known however of the mysterious land rumored to be occupied by a savage race of "Aboridgineies". These sinister barbarians' daft use of spelling has set upon the great kingdoms of the world like a plague. The Great Raz of Egypt suffering the most extreme forms of this spelling atrophy, brought on no doubt by these cursed Aboridgineies. Only the mystical "spielchek" a relic from the ancient past can bring order back to the world. The great King Beowulf has dispatched an envoy to the Egyptian Pharaoh in hopes the spielchek relic may be found and put to use in confronting the evil malady now stricking the hapless Egyptian kingdom.

King Beowulf hopes some enterprizing civilization will put a stop to the misspelling madness begun in that mysterious southern continent by destroying the evil Aboridgineies. Mayhaps then Ebraucus will expand the scope of his acclaimed world map.

[OzzyKP]

The Funeral

The sad troops rose, went in tears below London to view the wonder. Lifeless on the sand, held in his rest-bed, was the man who had given them unity. That was the last day of the King of the Brits; he died a wondrous death.

Beside him lay cups and pitchers, dishes and swords eaten through with rust as if the earth had embraced them a thousand winters. That was a hoard of great power, that gold ancient men had mined and cast, but now lain exposed. Their treasure great, but now faded. Like the man next to which they lay. It was plain that nothing had gone well for him who had, rightly, amassed these works of art under that roof of sky.

It's a mystery where a good man goes when he reaches his end, when he can no longer live in the houses of men. So it was with Beowulf after he'd seen his people through many years. He himself couldn't know how he would leave the world. The tribesmen who came before and were united under the might and charm of Beowulf looked on from their ethereal mead-hall. Welcoming their kin and savior into their midst, the old ruler who bound a nation together and set off from their constrictive British shores. The old ruler who led his people to the lush land of Europa. The old ruler who had seen too many sunsets.

Arthur spoke, Wiglaf's son:
"Often must a warrior suffer for another's mistake, as has happened here. Nor could we convince our beloved King that he should not strain against the evils of the world as he did. He grasped his high fate-- the hoard is open, grimly bought. That fate was too cruel to which our king was impelled. I stood along side the Great Uniter through many nights. I hastily grasped many things, carried out many orders of my failing lord. He was alive still, but weak in mind; that aged man sorrowfully said many things: He wanted you to build on the site of his pyre a high mound, great and glorious, since he was among warriors the most magnificent, famous throughout the world. We should now hasten to see the curious gems, the wonders under the earth. I will show you the way. Make the pyre ready so that we may bring our lord to the place he will abide in the keeping of the All-Powerful."

Arthur ordered the brave warriors to carry wood from far and wide to the funeral pyre for the great leader of the people.

"Now shall fire eat, the flourishing dark flames, the ruler of warriors, he who often braved the rain of iron, the storming of arrows hard from bows, the sturdy shaft swift on feathered wings."

Arthur called seven warriors, the very best, and made the eighth himself, to recount the great deeds of their great lord. With a dutiful respect they recounted those wondrous deeds of Beowulf. The uniting of the clans, the mastery of the cold ocean surface, the hard fought battles to subjugate the lesser peoples of the north and south. A great many warriors fell in their conquest, but the greatest of them all never faltered. Extending the reach of the mead-hall to far away settlements of Vienna, Oslo, Stockholm and South Paris, the English might was high.

The warrior's tales continued for the passage of many sands. Honor bound not to speak of the great many failures their honored king met. Hemmed in by a great power, it was all the clans could do to stand their ground. Threats were many, from the great Serbian behemoth. Grendel, Captain of their West Army, was a fierce presence at the negotiating table. Threatening the very existence of the young English nation. His boorish manner struck such fear in the English explorers they spread claims Grendel ate men alive.

Faced with extinction, his great project put in jeopardy King Beowulf faced Captain Grendel himself. Steely was his resolve as they negotiated borders, calm with the knowledge that Wiglaf's raiders had completed their Austrian conquest and set up settlement in the Vienna plains. This great victory seemed at times all the English had to thwart the greedy claims of Captain Grendel. The days passed and the battle of wits pressed on. Finally the great resolve of the lord Beowulf proved victorious. A deal was reached that met agreement with both Serb and English leaders.

With the defeat of Serb Captain Grendel Beowulf found friendlier representatives to deal with from that awesome eastern power. Stories were shared of the great exploits and conquests of the Serbian superpower. Beowulf was both impressed and shamed. His Serb neighbors proved friendly and eager dealmakers, but the exchange of maps showed the terrible weakness the English faced. Serbs were as numerous as grains of sand, their brave warriors reaching far beyond their borders in search of loot and adventure.

The seven warriors spoke not of the English inadequacies. This was not a time for such words. This was a time to celebrate and honor the long life of their leader.



There they laid the famous king and lamented that beloved lord. Warriors then built the greatest of fires. Wood-smoke ascended, dark black over the flames. That roar wrapped around sorrowful weeping. The wind stood still.

The English built a mound then, in ten days, high and broad on the hill, a beacon for the warrior widely seen by sailors. They surrounded the ashes by a wall, as splendid as the cleverest men could make. Inside the wall was mounted the mythical sword of Beowulf, only the true heir may remove the sword from its stone mount and claim the throne. In the mound they placed rings and bracelets and all such things as they'd found in the hoard. They left that treasure in the hands of the earth, as it lies still, as useless to men as it had been before.

Then twelve warriors rode round the grave speaking their sorrow, reciting praises for their lord's courageous deeds.

Thus the English mourned their great lord, saying he was, among this world's kings, the mildest, the gentlest, the kindest to his people, and the most eager for eternal fame.

[OzzyKP]

The save from the first session.

[Frank Johnson]

For thousands of years men had lived around the great river which had many names. Generations passed and yet nothing ever changed. Men had no concept of time and never expected the world to change. They watched their children grow, but never understood life could be better. Peaceful men and women settled themselves together on the river, which was both the bounty by which they lived and the great sorrow which they continuously endured when floods consumed all that had been accomplished.

One such flood had consumed many of the settlements along the river when news arrived from the south and those who lived near the sea. They said a man of great courage and power led the people to build great mounds of earth against the mighty river. The feats which he accomplished brought him great fame and popularity and more people flocked to him.

They say that man invented the idea of progress. The idea of leaving behind more than you came with for your sons and their sons. He was the first leader of the Chinese people, Jian Fu Lin. On the sea buildings rose in his honor, and dams rose against the river on his command. The people were finally safe, and now they were truely free.

Once the people learned what they were capable of united, they set out into the wilderness. The great rivers of the Middle Kingdom were tamed, vast expanses of desert were made to bloom, and even the seas could not stop the people once they had the will to set forth...........

"That, my son is the story of the creation of the Middle Kingdom, and why you must go to this ceremony today."

"But father, I cannot do those things like you. The world is too big, there are too many people. There are too many in the beyond who wish us ill."

"No, my son. Remember even after I am gone you will not be alone. Together you can accomplish anything. The people love you, and with that love you can do anything."

"I understand father. Nothing will stop us."

"Just as in the past our anicestors controled this river, you will bring order to all which defies the tenants of peace, balance, and tranquility."

As the royal barge docked, the child grabbed a shovel and exited. He set off up a steep slope, his chin rising as he heard the growing cheers of the amassed crowd............

[Rasputin]

The people of the Desert were in total dissarray. For the past 3000 yrs a string of useless leaders had taken thme wondering through the desert with no apparrent plan or any positive outcomes. Generations of people had died and new familys had arrisen to lead the people.

With no knolwedge of writing there is little history to pass on. But once the people learnt of writing the first Scribes were given th ejob of instructing all the people of the ways of The Great Raz

[Rasputin]

The old master scribe settled onto his reed mat and looked at the boy sitting in front of him. 'Why have you come here?' he asked. 'I have come to learn how to be a scribe like my father was,' the boy said.

The old man smiled, 'If you want to be a scribe, you must first learn about the scripts used to record the language of the Egyptian people. Then, you will learn to read and write these scripts.' He paused, then closed his eyes. A minute passed. Then he began to speak in a low voice. 'I will start at the beginning.'

'A long, long time ago, Thoth, the great god of writing and knowledge brought the gift of Medu Netjer ('God's words') to the land. For hundreds of years this sacred script has been used to record the words and deeds of the pharaohs and the gods and goddesses.'

'If the script was sacred, what did scribes use for writing letters?' the boy asked.

The old master scribe continued .'Some years later, another script was developed so that everyday information could be written down quickly and easily. It was used by scribes working in the temples and palaces who need to keep records and write letters.' He paused.

'The signs for the new script were based on those of the sacred script. However, they were drawn with fewer lines and decoration. That made it easier and faster to write the signs.'



The old master scribe picked up a reed pen and carefully drew the hieroglyphic sign on a piece of limestone. Next to it, with a quick sweep of his hand, he drew the same sign in hieratic .
He showed it to the boy. 'Do you see the difference?' he asked. The boy studied the signs and nodded his head.

'Today, in the reign of Wehemibra (Nekau II), we do not use the hieratic script that much anymore. Our common script is sekh shat, ('writing for documents'). The signs are based on hieratic signs, but they are even simpler. This makes them faster and easier to write.'

The old master scribe paused and wiped his brow. 'As a scribe you are given the power and knowledge of writing. First, you must learn the common script of the land so you can perform everyday tasks. After that, if you are lucky and talented, you will also learn the sacred script. Those who learn the sacred script will learn the secrets of the gods and the mysteries of the land.'



The old master scribe reached behind him and brought out a small wooden palette. He held it out to the boy. 'This is for you. Once you have learned to read and write, you will have many opportunities in the world. Practise your signs well and you will go far.' Then, he stood up.

The boy said goodbye to the old master scribe and left his home. For many years he studied to be a scribe, practising his signs for hours every day. It was difficult work, and sometimes he hated school. But he worked hard.

Finally, he was ready to leave scribe school. He had done well and was offered a position as a priest in a temple.

Long after the old master scribe had died, the young man still thought about their meeting. He never forgot what the old man had taught him about the importance of learning the scripts, and the honour of being a scribe.

[Rasputin]

The First official painting of The Great raz