A Tale of Two Nations

[EQandCivfanatic]

This is a story which will be writen by me and Prince Jason. It is based on a IP game which we are playing. We will take turns writing sections for both our nations and hopefully it will all work out in the end.







The dawn was rising again over the stone capitol building of Washington. From the top of the great mud roof, George Washington, whose family the city had been named for, could see straight across the great grasslands, past Gold Mountain, and almost all the way to the city of Chinook. As the sun grew steadily higher, George reflected on how the American civilization had thrived in the past five hundred years.

Many years ago the American people had been wanderers, migrating across the earth in the neverending wake of the herds of buffalo. But, eventually the people grew tired of aimless wandering and captured some of the buffalo and slowly began learning the ways of farming. As the amount of people grew, eventually they built permanent dwellings in a great grassland area between some hills and a mountain where an unusally shiny substance had been discovered.

Then, a man by the name of Washington strove for complete dominion over the tribe and after several fights with some clan leaders, took full control of the growing city and named it after himself.

In the years after he took power, he and his descendants formed scout groups to explore the surronding lands. As the scouts explored new peoples were discovered. The first of these was the Chinook. The Chinook were a tribe to the north, that was very advanced, and very close to civilization of their own. When the American scouts arrived the people of the CHinook were impressed by the American civilization (and the regiment of warriors outside their village) and joined the American civilization.

As time went onward, American scouts discovered numerous other tribes, learning the lay of the land, new technologies, and gaining new soldiers for the armies of America. Eventually they discovered new civilizations which could not be impressed into the American nation.

First the Greeks to the southwest were met as American scouts saw a band of Greek warriors, who were just as organized and trained as any American regiment. The first meeting between Washington and Alexander was successful as technology was shared between the two nations.

Then came the Romans to the southeast, in a great city of marble. Soon after the Mayans were met to the west, in cities not unlike the Americans. In fact wise men of both nations believe that at one point the Americans and Mayans had been part of the same tribe until a split was forced for an unknown reason.

Just recently, about a year earlier, a large group of Americans, remnants of clans whose leaders Washington I defeated, left the capitol to rumored forests filled with animals along a river to the south. They had pledged loyalty to Washington and would remain in the same civilization and not attempt to go off on their own. Rumors of the settlers abounded through the capitol and Chinook. Many believe that the settlers made it to the new lands, while other say that they were killed by a hostile tribe attempting to prevent American growth.

Only time will tell.

[Paddy]

Thanks for the background, and the intrigue.

Looking forward to you partners cantribution as well

[Prince Jason]

Chapter One – The Birth of Greece and the Times of Bad

The Greeks were amazing nomads. They survived in the wastelands of Athens for hundreds of years before finding a path out of the miserable desert to the lush river valley of Olympus. Here they began to settle in minute villages that constantly fought each other. But one tribe rose above the rest, and under the leader of Alexander they were able to conquer the many tribes of the Olympus and establish a central city, which they named Athens after their patron goddess.

Years went by, and the prosperous rule under Alexander was strengthening the Greek moral. It was upon Alexander’s thirtieth birthday when he was visited by a sorceress named Circes, who Alexander had arrested but she was able to curse Alexander with eternal life. Since then, Alexander has never aged.

Centuries went by and Alexander was able to bring Athens to become the most populated city in the Aegean Region. Farms were set up in the south along the fertile Athenian river and spices were grown in the north. It was only a matter of time before a rival nomad tribe chose Athens as the city to raid. Upon this threat, Alexander acted swifly, summoning up the largest army Greece has ever known, the 1st Warrior Regiment. Upon the hills of the Acropolis, the two armies met. Under Commander Pericles, the Greek army triumphed, destroying the Spartan army. Now Alexander had under his sight a thousand Spartan refugees, mostly women, elderly and children, who are left defenseless. Declared citizens of Athens, the Spartans moved into Athens. However, rival gang wars soon erupted, and Athens was torn between the natives and Spartans. Alexander made a decision, he would send the Spartans to found a new city, Sparta, in the north. And so it was true, along the river Isis to the north, Sparta was founded.

It wasn’t long until Alexander had word of a new nation, one of great power and prestige. Washington of the Americans sent a delegate to Athens, and established an embassy along Triscles road. The Americans had offered trade of technology, and Alexander accepted, starting a friendship that would hopefully never end. Besides, Alexander had more to worry about.

Another nomadic tribe, the Crimean, were threatening Athens’ southern borders. Alexander dispatched the 2nd Warrior Regiment to counter the barbarians. Unfortunately, the regiment was ambushed along the way and slaughtered. Their heads were sent back with the commander’s horse. Alexander was enraged, but even more frightened. That regiment was the sole defense of Athens, the 1st Regiment was sent north. Athens was soon under attack.

The Crimean left nothing untouched. The Palace was burned, the farms, the American embassy, and even the Acropolis was smashed. The women were mutilated, and the men killed. Athens was left a smoldering ruin, and Alexander was dead. Upon returning, the 1st Warrior Regiment was greeted with a ravaged city, and the Commander of the 1st Warrior Regiment, Alexander II (immortality being passed on hereditary), assumed the throne and began to rebuild the city. Within time of the next century, Athens was once again fully restored, though would never remain the same.

The attacking upon Athens had hurt the expansion of Greece. The nation was in disarray, and centuries went by with little to no expansion or prosperity. She was soon passed in superiority by America, Mayans (to the fertile north), Carthage (south) and Incans (most south). Alexander II had only heard rumors of the power dwelling within the jungle south of America known as Rome.

Finally under control, Alexander II was met with the Crimean again, but this time he was prepared. Recruiting a new Hoplite Regiment, the army met with the Crimean on the same hill that the 1st Warrior Regiment defeated the Spartans in the early age. The Crimean were defeated, and were never heard of again.

Alexander II was now aware of the world. Carthage had crouched in upon rightful Greek lands. America had grown to extraordinary heights, and was a good friend of Athens and shared the cause to rid the world of the Maya. Two wars had been fought between America and Maya, the Mayan loosing Paimyra to America. Alexander II knew that Greece was weak and petty, not even half of America, but he knew the will of the people was strong. The Archers of Zeus were mustered in Athens, and sent north on training missions. This would be the first of the Greek army that would cripple the Maya.

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[EQandCivfanatic]

Washington XXI, son of the nation's current leader, cut through another Roman warrior advancing into St. Louis. The city was burning, as fire started by archers raged unchecked through the wooden city. Washington's new iron sword was the only one in the city, and it was not enough to hold back the onslaught of Roman troops. Countless Roman archers and warriors had been beseiging the city for 8 months now, and the Horseman and spearman garrison was breaking.

Jumping over a building's fallen wall, Washington stormed over to a embattled force of spearmen defending a strongpoint by the town's northern enterance. "Who is in charge here?" he demanded. Nervously one of the spearman stepped forward and said, "I am, general." Barely giving the man a glance, Washington said, "Gather your remaining troops, we are falling back north into the hills." Meekly nodding, the spearman gathered his comrades, and the American army began withdrawing north, leaving the firey wreckage of a city behind them.

-Washington-

The city has grown since Washington I first looked over it. Wooden homes were built on stilts over the Potomac River and spread out across the great grassland. In the center of the city, a great temple was under construction, the size of which had never been seen before in the history of man. We look into the great central palace of the Washingtons.

In the Palace there is a large room, filled with maps of all sizes and types. Maps of civilizations, provinces, cities, and even detailed down to the tiniest neighborhoods of San Francisco, Boston, or Philadelphia. In the center of the room, an elaborately decorated table with a giant map of the American-Roman borderlands sits. Around this table are the main commanders of the American army and the Leader himself, Washington XX. The generals gain tired looks on their faces as Washington repeats one of his triades that they have heard oh so many times.

"Gentlemen, we are engaged in a great war of patriotism. The Romans will not rest until they burn all of our cities, like St. Louis, and kill all of us, like my son. The Romans have burned St. Louis and march on San Francisco, AND YOU SEEM HELPLESS! DRIVE BACK THE DAMNED ROMAN SCUM! DO NOT REST UNTIL YOU DO SUCH! Anyways, where do we stand now against the Roman army?"

Sighing, as the leader was known for such mood swings between furious and reasonable, especially with the loss of all communication from his son, General Zeus, a Greek immigrant from Athens named for the heathen god, begins pointing out red blobs on the map. "Here sir, is a force of Roman archers advancing from the south on San Francisco against my spears south of the city. They have already overrun one detachment of spears in the hills which had been sent to reinforce St. Louis. General Scott's archer regiments have just arrived in San Francisco to prepare for the planned assualt on the city of Veii, as we discussed in our last meeting. Two of the new swords regiments have arrived in San Francisco as well, waiting for an oppurtunity to fight against Rome. They'll have ample oppurtunity. The Romans have moved large numbers of archers, cavalry, and warriors outside the city. The Roman forces are veterans, experience from wars against minor tribes in the south. Our forces are all regular troops, as we have not had time to set up proper training programs. We can only hope that we can defeat the Romans at San Francisco."

Washington nods abruptly saying, "Do your best Zeus, any less could be damaging to your health." He leaves the room and the generals continue their planning.

Author's Note: The American army was not very well trained nor experienced in comparison to their Roman counterparts. The Romans had been warring constantly against minor tribes, giving their troops much needed experience and training. Americans on the other hand were always peaceful to the neighboring tribes and never warred much except for the minor debacle with the Mayans over the ownership of Paimyra, which was not long enough to provide training for American forces. Also, upon Rome's intial attacks on Miami and St. Louis, the Americans were not prepared for war and the minor offensive forces they had were located in Philadelphia on the Mayan border. As the war went on however, the Americans managed to build an impressive army of swords and horsemen which held the Romans at bay.

-San Francisco-

The Merced River runs quietly near San Francisco. By it, two masses of men stand sullenly, facing each other and waiting for the battle to begin. The banners of the American army swing in a breif wind which crosses the soon-to-be battlefield. With an almost inaudible whisper, the American swords men begin an advance forward.

As they advance, slowly at first, they begin to run, baring swords and axes at their foes. As one, the Romans left back their bows and fire a volley. As the arrows land, one American drops his sword and falls backwards as 3 arrows plunge into his chest. Another American dies as an arrow tears across the side of his head, spilling blood and peices of bone onto the ground. Among those two, more and more die as arrows continue to fall. As they run out of arrows, the Roman archers grab their stone axes, and screaming a war cry, charge the running American line.

With a great crash, Roman and American collide, the front ranks fall down dead from sword, axe, or arrow. Slicing and chopping at such short range, the American swordsmen gain the advantage as their iron weapons chop through bronze and stone tipped spears and swords. Nonetheless, numerous Americans die on this day as more and more pour into the great wheat feilds of San Francisco.

In the end, the Americans win the battle, though so many dead litter the feild, Roman and American alike, not caring who won or lost. San Francisco would hold.

[Prince Jason]

Chapter Three – Trouble in the North

“What do you mean there are Mayan Javeliner near Sparta? Send a notice to them to leave.” Alexander II exclaimed arrogantly. He was bothered with other things of the nation, the economy for one. He was also very aware of the Great American War and very eagerly wanted to support his American friends against the onslaught of the Romans. Already the great city of St. Louis had been captured and burned by the Romans. Greece was posed to help, having 12,000 archers in Sparta that could aid America within months. However the people wanted Maya to be pushed off of ancestral Greek lands in the north, and so Alexander II had to ready the army for a war in the north. If he was able to cripple the Mayans into signing peace with most of their land ceded to Greece quickly, then Alexander II could turn his armies east to help his friends. They had already been hailed by Washington.

Sparta was a beautiful small town. It had grown from the original Spartan refugees to such a town to be a major rest point among the trip from America to Maya, or from Greece to America. In either way, it was the gateway into America, full of multi-cultured communities and a blend of American and Greek culture. A granary had been completed to help harvest the grain that was the chief crop grown outside the walls of the city, and even a barracks was established to house the 1st and 2nd Hoplites that guarded the city. Inside, the homes were made of mud brick on the walls, but with a clash of American tiles roofs. There were temples to both Zeus and the American patron God, and the signs were even written in both American and Greek. Most of the town was built out of the side of a mud cliff that towered nearly four hundred feet into the air, a steep cliff. Homes were build out of the side of it for almost fifty feet up, carved straight out of the rock. The barracks was placed on the top of the hill, and the rest of the city lay scattered among the banks of the Isis river. The streets were made of stone, the only paved roads outside of Athens.

Sparta was the meeting place of the 12,000 archers that Alexander decided would be the force that would capture Yaxchilan, the Mayan “City of Dyes”.

Another force of 14,000 archers were gathered in the town of Thermopylae. Having an ancient reputation of archer nobility, the town easily accommodated the archers and were especially welcomed by the citizens.

The Mayans, suspecting an attack for a while now, sent down a Javelin force of five hundred men, only to find angry Greek farmers who spread the word that eventually reached Alexander II in Athens. Sending an immediate message to the Mayan chief to exit the lands, he got a reply with a declaration of war. The Javeliners were easily routes and destroyed by the Archers of Apollo, and the orders for the attack upon Yaxchilan from the archers in Sparta and Tikal from Thermopylae were sent, and thus the Mayan War began.

Tikal was easily overran by the second surge, only a few archers in the Archers of Athena were injured, the rest made way for the 2nd Hoplites of Thermopylae to enter the city. They were then promptly sent north to the Mayan town of Copan, a target that was secondary to Alexander because he thought it would be too deep into Mayan territory. Meanwhile the counter attack was light, a Mayan warrior regiment was defeated by the Spartan defenses, and the archers stationed at Sparta finally reached Yachilan with the 3rd Spartan Hoplites escorting them.

A huge battle erupted, the defenses here at the “City of Dyes” were much more prepared then at Tikal. Hundreds of Greeks were mowed down before the Javeliners behind the walls. It wasn’t until the Hoplites were sent into the battle that the city was finally taken. The legendary Archers of Apollo were the only ones that were left. The city was occupied and the slaves were sent to build a road to connect Yachilan to the mainland. Plans for the rename of Yachilan were sent to Alexander II but has yet to be confirmed.

The last battle of the war took place in Copan. Fortunately the Mayans were not expecting an attack so deep into their territory so quickly, and so the defenses were left small. Alexander II came to survey the battlefield himself and concluded that it could easily be taken. And so it was. The Archers of Poseidon however were caught off guard on their charge and were destroyed, but the city was in their hands. Within it Alexander found the Mayan king who’s name has been fouled from libel means. A peace was worked out to save his own head, the prosperous city of Largartero was handed over to Alexander II, effectively celing the capital off from the last city of the Mayans.

Alexander had successfully accomplished his goals. His limited army had overcome an army of greater strength in short time and he was able to cripple the Mayans beyond his imaginations. Now he was regrouping and readying his troops for the long march to America to aid his friends. He just hoped he was not too late…

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Authors note: Greece really was a very weak nation, second to last in status (the worst being Carthage), with very little and very bad land. Out of patience the Greeks were able to build an army that was capable of taking two Mayan cities, hoping to get the great land that they occupied. However, upon their great victories, Greece was able to send forth the remnants of the army that attacked Tikal and take the 2nd most populated Mayan city, Copan. Now with the fertile northern land, and iron in the south getting closer and closer to Greece, prosperity and growth is almost guaranteed.

[Paddy]

Prolific chaps, like your styles and looking forward to more of this.

[unscratchedfoot]

Coincidentally I've been reading Alexander's real story on this website. "Alexander - The Path to Defication" http://www.army.gr/n/e/archive/event...alexander.html

[Prince Jason]

Maps of each nation thus far:

[EQandCivfanatic]

-San Francisco-

The guard patrols the outer wall, as dusk settles itself upon the quieting countryside. To his back however, the city of San Francisco continues its incessant bustle and life as the lower classes in life's society reveal themselves. Theives, prostitutes, and thugs come out, preying on the weak and defenseless. In the better parts of the city, near the barracks and minor military garrisons, more respectable citizens continue their street market practices, not stopping even with the dimming light.

The city is adorned with great wooden carvings of the patron god of American, Artemis, with his likeless reaching towards the sky from the tops of building. Other carvings adorn entryways and arches depicting great battles and events in American history. The local temple built to Artemis is especially fancy, a large wooden building which was a complete replica of the Great Temple of Artemis in Washington. A large block of stone is in the middle of the courtyard of San Francisco and the sculpters which were working on it begin to head home for the day. With the everday hustle and bustle of the city continuing, one would never guess that in a relatively small one room building of the local barracks, the fate of empires is being decided.

The building is one story tall and half as large as the Map Room of the Parliamentary Palace. Outside three chariots and carridges with their horses and servants rest, with an occasional whinny or small talk between servants. Each veicle is different, in their own way. The chariot is plated with bronze with beatings an embattled charioter would be jealous of and looks to have traveled great distances. The next carridge is almost Roman in design, having the same covered chariot look as Roman nobility were said to use. The final carridge is an American design, with four wheels and a partially covered top.

Looking past the exterior of the building, we enter into the single room of the building itself. By the doors, American pikemen stand at arms, very alert and seeming to take every little detail into account. In the center of the room is a great table with a map of two cities. Decorating the map are blue, green, and red markers showing positions of American, Greek, and Roman troops. Around the room there is no other furniture except for two chairs sitting in the corner.

Gathered around the table are three men, decorated in the highest medals and ranks of three nations. On the left is commander Lucin of the Byzantine army, decorated with two medals of the highest honor from battles in the south against the Romans, who the Byzantines had been fighting since their civilizations split from a single tribe long ago. On the right is Commander Philip of the Greek Expeditionary Force. In the center, pointing out locations on the map, is the new American general and commander of Allied forces against Rome, General Scott, who replaced General Zues after he died fighting for the Republic in the revolution against Despotism.

"Commander Philip, your forces will be taking the left flank of the army with your archers and hoplites. You will sweep down from your horsemen's current position to cross the Tiber River northeast of Rome. Let none stand in your way," says Scott sweeping his hand across a green arrow stabbing at Rome. "General Lucin," he says turning towards the Byzantine commander, "Can you promise me an assualt on Viceronium? Unfortunately it is off this map, but i'm sure your advanced cartographers can find it on your own maps. We need your assualt to trick the Romans away from New Orleans to give the Greek and American forces a chance to break through." "I will do my best to arrange such a diversion for your forces." replies Lucin. "My own American boys will be taking the right flank in support of Greece. With luck we can catch the Roman garrison forces in a pincer between our two armies. If we can take Rome, gentlemen, this long lasting war could well be ended and our armies can finally return home. All right, get to your troops, we've got a long battle before us."

-New Orleans-

Rome. It is a word whispered through the ranks of the Greek and American troops. Rome. Soldiers turn their heads every so often southeast towards Rome, waiting and wondering when the battle begins. Rome.

[EQandCivfanatic]

Here is a picture of the planned Allied assualt on Rome.

[Prince Jason]

Chapter Four – Phase One of The Great Roman War

The archers were assembled as Alexander had ordered. Eight thousand archers, four thousand horsemen, and four thousand hoplites were on their way to aid America. They left from Sparta, the prosperous city of the north. On their way, they encountered numerous enemy resistance as the American lands were plagued with Roman soldiers. However, one ambush stood out among the others. This was the Battle of Washington Plains.

Commander Philip of Sparta, the general of all Greek forces in America, had ordered the horsemen to be used as a scouting army so to not have anymore surprises upon the main assault force. The horsemen were well trained, some of the best horsemen in Greece, and therefore the world. After all, Greek soldiers were regarded as one of the best trained and powerful forces on Earth from their constant wars with the Mayans and the barbarians that plagued the lands in the Age of Bad. However, the horsemen were not prepared for this. Upon the flat plains of Washington, the long stretch of empty land that extended from Washington to the more developed regions of the Potomac River, the horsemen had encountered a relatively large Roman force that appeared to be advancing onwards to Washington.

Commander Philip soon got word of this from a messenger who left the horses to report it to him. The message was then relayed back to Washington itself to report this to General Scott, the main commander of the American army. Having word of this and unable to provide support to the countryside of America, he asked Philip to launch a strike against the invaders as soon as possible, time was of the essence. If the Romans reached the canals and farms outside Washington, they may be able to starve the food supply. Scott also stated that if the Greeks could stall the Romans as soon as possible, then American reinforcements from then north would be able to destroy the force.

Unaware of the total strength of the Roman force, Philip ordered for the two horsemen regiments to launch a strike upon the camp when they least expected it. And so early the next morning, the Greeks led a charge from the neighboring forest and into the Washington Plains, taking the Roman spearmen by surprise. However, through a brilliant display of fighting and strategy, the Romans were able to mount a successful counter attack the next night after they had retreated the previous encounter. The spearmen were able to kill half of the Greek horsemen until Corporal Ferimis ordered the retreat. The defeat at Washington Plains would forever haunt the moral of the Greek Expeditionary Force in America.

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Chapter Five – The Second War of the North

The news of the defeat at Washington Plains soon reached the ears of Alexander II. He was not pleased with the fail of his horsemen that he had put so much trust in. He immediately sent for the word for reinforcements to be sent back into America to help clean up the Roman forces plaguing their lands and to get revenge on the Roman spearmen who had ravaged the Greek moral. However his plans were soon dashed as word came from the Maya.

The defeated Maya sent a message to Alexander II in reply to Alexander’s demands over border disputes in the north and the removal of Mayan troops near Yaxchilan, renamed Olympia. They sent the notice that war now existed between Maya and Greece again, thus starting the Second War of the North.

During the last few centuries Greece had come a long way with culture and infrastructure within the cities; at the expense of the military. Trusting that peace would last and that the defeated and crippled Mayans would not be able to harm Greece anymore, he had disbanded most of his army and sent 80% of the Greek offensive army left to battle Rome. This had proven to be a problem now that the Mayans had declared war, and this put them at the offensive. The beginning battles would be fought on Greek soil, never before had this happen. Alexander set out for the cancellation of many public projects, like the aqueduct at Sparta, and instead put the money to producing bows and buying horses. Within a few years, Alexander had mustered a new attack force worthy of the destruction of the Maya once and for all, but a lot happened in those years.

Following the declaration of war, the former-Mayan city of Yaxchilan rose up in revolt in support of the Mayans, and since most of the defensive forces within the city were fighting in the frontier, just miles from the city, they population was able to declare themselves Mayan again. This independence did not last long. After the destruction of a Javelin force in the Yachilan hills, the Archers of Athena returned to the revolting city. Through force, they were able to calm the citizens and reinstall the Greek government. This was just a taste of what was to come in this war.

Outside the walls of Copan is where most of the battles within Greece took place. Javelin after Javelin after Javelin force were thrown at the defense forces in Copan, and battle after battle after battle were victories for Greece.

Unfortunately the same went for Greece as did for Maya. Three times Alexander had mustered over ten thousand troops to take Chicen Itza, and three times the force had failed. This was until the colony of Ubrek was founded in the south upon a mountain that towered over every mountain in Greece. Mount Illias was the only source of iron that Greece could touch, and finally a secure road was able to supply the whole of the nation with the metal. Immediately new armies of infantry were being formed, armies that could withstand even the hardest of Mayan resistance. They Mayans had nothing to match such technology.

A force who’s strength was stronger then any of the past Greek armies sent up against Chichen Itza combined was forming in Olympia. Already 10,000 infantry had accumulated in the Spartan-class barracks, and nearly 2,000 archers accompanies them. Commander Darius of Sparta was in charge of this enormous army, and finally on the third day of the month of Apollo, the force began to move. Meeting with the hoplite and catapult army outside the walls of Chichen Itza (whose population was higher then any city in Greece) which had been pounding against the defenses of the city for years now they army was readying for the largest battle on the Western Continent, and second largest battle in the world. Alexander rode to see this battle himself.

Clouds crowded the sky, the sun was hidden beneath the dark blanket that seemed to protect it from the obscene events that were about to happen. The catapults launch huge stones once more, and as the city within the walls begin to catch on fire from the fireballs sent by a catapult, the archers began to fire. A storm of wood and iron fell upon the defenses of Chicen Itza, taking out a whole spearman regiment itself. Then the real assault began. The ten thousand-man infantry force were given the order to encircle the city, leaving the archers to guard the catapults. Swinging around, General Darius then ordered the attack. Storming the walls at all sides, the spearmen and javelins were unable to support a sturdy defense. One Mayan was overcome by three Greeks, another Greek infantry was able to kill ten Mayans with just a swing of his weapon. The wall was soon breached in the north, and then in the north east, and once again in the south. The Greeks stormed the city, and Alexander II was with them. Remembering the days of his training, Alexander was stabbing a victim in front, and then swinging around in time to meet a spear heading to his chest. The spear punctured his skin and sank into his lungs. Falling forward with a last gasp and the great Emperor of Greece was gone. General Darius assumed command.

Heading towards the barracks right away, the infantry were caught off guard from a rear attack by Javelins. Unprepared for such armor and weapons of iron that the Greeks bore, the javelins were soon all killed or taken captive. The city was taken. The Maya had broken, and Greece had lost it’s second emperor, and the best leader they had ever had.

The battles that took place afterwards were insignificant. After Chichen Itza and the banishment of the Mayan king to the Inca lands, the Mayan army was nothing more then a group of poorly trained radicals. The last two cities of the Mayan fell, with the final stand at the Highlands of Bonampak, where the last Mayan javelins surrendered to the might of the new Greek knights and the city fell.

Darius assumed command of the nation until his death in 301 BCE. A new man arose from the victorious nation, a man of a once poverty-stricken family who had risen in the ranks of the Greek army in the wars against Maya to becoming the Supreme General. His name was Philip of Sparta.

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Any comments are welcomed.

[Kaos XIII]

Thanks for the screenshots.

This is pretty DAMN interesting!!!

I can't wait till Greeks and Americans decide to throw it down.

But for now, I'm entertained watching the human alliance roll through the rest of the world.

Keep us informed.

EDIT:
P.S. I wonder, did either one of you think about Archer-rushing, to catch your friend napping???

Now that I think about it, someone could be hoarding troops in the Greek-American border.............man, that would just be EVIL!

[Prince Jason]

I dont think either of us are powerful enough to take the other one out, tho america is a bit more powerful then Greece.

But who says we gonna turn on eachother? I have no plans to attack my American brothers anytime soon, tho in the past me and EQ have had some differences in our gaming and the impossible happened (usually with me being destroyed )

EQ was gone today, he was suppose to post his part of the story before he left ( ) so I could get to mine, but he seemed to have forgot.

Thanks for the comments everyone.

Jason

[Footballgod128]

awwwww, i was hoping to read a little more, this is a kool story, i like the multiplayer story idea, giving both of your views, its pretty sweet, keep up the nice work

[Paddy]

Good work, looking forward to more