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    We were such a quiet people, one main town and several villages in the surrounding valley. Peace was our name, we knew of other people outside of our valley, we knew the tinkers that caravan through occasionally, yeah, and we got news of the outside world. Yet our beloved elders never pictured the year of death.

    They came over the back hills, they slaughtered us; like the sheep at midweek roast. At the final count, more than half of our population were dead, fields destroyed forever, roads torn up, they even caved in our black rock mine; it was all such a mess.

    We learnt well from this time. The people decided that we would not be caught like that again. Good call.

    We took their weapons and armour. We fashioned more of our own. There was a lot of anger and sadness throughout the people. Revenge was a hot subject for quite some time. This led to the big question of the year; revenge upon whom?

    For the first week, we were shocked pretty badly. We fortified ourselves in the remaining part of town, sending our small parties to scavenge materials that we needed from our own homes and stores, as if we were the invaders. This was not a long-term issue. We were soon to understand that there were no more of these fierce warriors coming.

    Then we had to come out of the hole we had that was our fort. It was time for us to take stock and then rebuild our lives, our fields, and homes. The spirit of the clan is what saved us in the end. We were all so used to helping each other with our chores that we soon got the shelter and food organised. The big picture was to take longer, but we got stuck into it. The fields were replanted, the black rock mine reopened, and scouts posted on several vantage points around the valley. We considered ourselves warned, and bloody lucky to survive.

    All of this took a lot of hard work, and it was several seasons until we were able to rebuild my favourite place in the whole valley. It is “The Bird Club”, a comfortable place to sit and enjoy the evening over a long brew or three. This is where a good meal can be prepared, a long drink indulged, or you can just sit back and smoke your favourite pipe, all the while feeling relaxed and settled. The Bird Club was another casualty, burnt to the ground, the lawns were a mess, and the prized gardens looked more like a bog after the battle had finished. That entire side of town had been decimated. Yet the skill and desire of the people to restore that which we had to its glory was not to be dismissed. As I said, it was not all completed in one year, but here we are several good seasons later, late week eve, cold brews in hand, and steaks on the fires. Ahh I live in paradise. To sit back here and look out over the back valley into the snow capped ridges, what a beautiful sight. The sun is setting and the back colouring sets the snow to a fantastic purple gold hew.
    Gurka 17, People of the Valley
    I am of the Horde.

  • #2
    Sounds like a heaven on earth, nice start and different too. Looking forward to seeing where you take this.
    A proud member of the "Apolyton Story Writers Guild".There are many great stories at the Civ 3 stories forum, do yourself a favour and visit the forum. Lose yourself in one of many epic tales and be inspired to write yourself, as I was.

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    • #3
      I like it, please proceed.
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      • #4
        Ah, its good to see the aproval of this story by the "big two" and I, a person who never posts in replies to stories gives it two thumbs up so far

        It looks like the tranqual peace of the vally is to be disturbed once more
        I am the second place man!

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        • #5
          I'ts a good story. I want to find out more about the narrator.

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          • #6
            I really appreciate the feedback.

            The next installment is not far away.
            Gurka 17, People of the Valley
            I am of the Horde.

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            • #7
              The caravan slowly made its way into the valley. News of its arrival spread like wild fire. People all over laid down their tools and made their way to the main road. Usually we cheered in these hearty travelling folk. Today we gathered as mourners, even acting suspiciously about them.

              We turned the Tinkers caravan into a wain of our own people. You could actually see the Tinkers getting nervous as we followed them into town. It did not take long for news to pass between the two groups. The procession came to a stop on Marlow’s Rise, for here you had a good view of “Home Town”. Here the devastation could be clearly seen, you could see the new, the old, and the still to be fixed sections.

              We have a park especially preserved for our travelling friends, and here they set up there workshops. The blessings that poured forth were amazing, the opportunities for growth. Ah tinkers, some say that these Gypsy people are a blight on our way of life, but I so believe that they are such a blessing.

              It was good to have our Black Rock mine operating again. To have heat in the cold times, to have light at night, the wonders and power of Black Rock. It almost makes me want to find out what else there is in these hills that we could use.

              The tinkers taught us the fine art of Ironing out a different ore from our mountains, thus producing a strong metal. From this Ironing, many other art forms were able to establish themselves. We were able to develop far better tools for in our mines, for working our fields, even for eating our daily meals.

              Of all of the tools that we created, it was the redesigning of the axe that most impressed my family. We now had a strong blade, a lasting blade, and from this, my families’ trade was to develop and grow.

              Eventually when the caravan was to move on, a proportion of them stayed, and integrated themselves into our communities. We would not only survive, but we would thrive.

              Yet we had not forgotten the attack on our way of life. A group started to gather regularly to exercise and train in many different fighting forms. All of the people were invited to join in if they so desired. The hardest parts of these meetings were the number of people being really hurt through these exercises. Yet, we did not want to be caught in any such attack again.

              It was not long before we started to organise these people into groups. From there it all tumbled together. Now we have several strong fighting bands, each of whom has differing areas of responsibility. They have even started a colour coding for themselves. Next they will start a footy team each if we are not too careful, haha.

              Band One are responsible for keeping the town and immediate field’s safe.

              Band Two look after the watchtowers and the main pass into the valley.

              Band Three have to watch over the outer villages and the Black Rock mine.

              Band Four have been sent to explore the regions out from our valley.

              Time passes well for our people, we grew and planted and spread into our valley. It was only a few more years and the first of our little villages blossomed into a nice large town, which we call “Rivers Place”. Here we build a temple to our God, a marketplace, even a series of warehouses especially to store the produce from the fields.

              Then the herald circulated the great news:

              “I am proud to announce that here in “Rivers Place”, we today have Banded together a new group of people. A Band to meet the growth and coming of age of “Rivers Place”. Let me tell you about “Band Five”.

              The pageantry was fantastic. The coming of age of a town, even adding a new Band. They had the task of protection of “Rivers Place”. The townsfolk were so proud of them that they built them a special training facility, somewhere that was available 24 hours a day for them to train and hone their skills.

              Now rivalry is one thing, but one town out doing another, oh the looks of us “Home Towner’s” as we wandered through this new facility, the remarks, the desire. Ha, there was even a touch of Jealousy. It was only to be a few short months, before Home Town had a fine facility available for use of “Band One”.

              This led the Elders to step in and start a further step in the structure of the Bands. Here the Blue’s were created. They took a leading member of “Band Three”, an old red haired rascal called Stym. He was promoted to be the main Blue. Stym in turn chose a team to assist him. It became the Blue’s job to coordinate the Band’s training, deployment and supplies. Thus from this time on the leader of the Band’s has been called the “Blue”.

              In the coming years, we founded another six towns through out the valley. Along with this came a further nine new Bands. Six were allotted to town protection, one was added for valley protection, and the other two were sent out into the wilds. With this came more importance of the Blue, and a bigger team supporting him in his endeavours.

              Throughout this period “Blue” started to rotate the bands in their functions. This allowed the Bands to get a feel for all of what was required for protecting all of our people.

              In following years, we fought off several more packs of scavengers and raiding parties of various types. This just proved how valuable the Bands were to us. In addition, our Bands were able to track a few back to their bases and relieve them of their way of life.

              Still the people flourished. We grew happy; we brewed our beer, smoked our pipes and watched great games of footy at the end of our work days.

              Yet, bliss can be so deceitful.
              Gurka 17, People of the Valley
              I am of the Horde.

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              • #8
                Nicely building up here, keep up with the good work )
                A proud member of the "Apolyton Story Writers Guild".There are many great stories at the Civ 3 stories forum, do yourself a favour and visit the forum. Lose yourself in one of many epic tales and be inspired to write yourself, as I was.

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                • #9
                  Thank you kind sir,

                  I do hope that you are enjoying the northern summer.

                  Gurka 17, People of the Valley
                  I am of the Horde.

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                  • #10
                    Well its been typically British except for a very hot couple of weeks during August, which I just happened to be lucky enough to be in Cornwall on holiday with my family throughout.
                    A proud member of the "Apolyton Story Writers Guild".There are many great stories at the Civ 3 stories forum, do yourself a favour and visit the forum. Lose yourself in one of many epic tales and be inspired to write yourself, as I was.

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                    • #11
                      Sounds like you are very lucky. Are you near the coast?
                      Gurka 17, People of the Valley
                      I am of the Horde.

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                      • #12
                        Nope I live in the Potteries Staffordshire.

                        Never mind all this chit chat give us some more of the story
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                        • #13
                          hahahaha\\

                          yeah right

                          there will be more soon
                          Gurka 17, People of the Valley
                          I am of the Horde.

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                          • #14
                            Originally posted by ChrisiusMaximus
                            Never mind all this chit chat give us some more of the story
                            Second that.

                            I just got a chance to read through this here piece, and I think it is quite enjoyable.
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                            • #15
                              thanks

                              Should not be long now.
                              Gurka 17, People of the Valley
                              I am of the Horde.

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