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This is my first time posting but I have been into Civ since Civ 1.
Four years after the Great Western War, a great and mysterious people arose from the ashes of the Western continent.
A long and futile war was waged amongst the ancient races of the Western continent. The English, French, and Germans strove to extend their bloodlines through the destruction of each other’s races. Without warning, after centuries of peace the English invaded with their great hordes of horsemen and warriors only to be turned back by the wall of the citadel of Heidelburg. The English, looking for a victory to restore their confidence of a shaken people, planned to blatantly attack the French in a brilliantly crafted flanking move across the relatively unoccupied continent to strike what would seem a damning blow to the surprised French.
However, the Germans, angered by the unprovoked and unexpected attacks of the empire of England rammed their full military force to the quiet town of Coventry. Coventry, a home of knowledge, learning, and good breeding was a beacon of enlightenment to the English and the world. Long lost knowledge was beheld to the English, giving their culture an advantage over all in the world, thus giving the English a haughty sense of superiority. The English proudly bore their title of the wealthiest nation on Earth, enjoying a golden age as their culture expanded exponentially.
Coventry was a city of the highest learning and growth. Coventry was the center and pride of the English. Coventry’s grace echoes on the winds of history.
Across the Great Plains and over the Trident Mountains a runner brought news of the home front. Good old John Smith from London was a hearty man who was raised in the greatest country on Earth. As a boy, he was given good education and was taught to respect of the gods and her majesty the Queen. Given a chance to serve his country, he jumped at the task. Since he was under the age of 16, he could not serve in her majesty’s army, but good old John earned a commission in the army as a runner at the tender age of 15. He thrived at crossing the vast wilderness of the Great Plains. John also triumphed that he, and not the other older runners would hold the good news he would deliver to the English commanders. However, something bothered him. At night, he swore he heard a strange noise.
Master Cromwell was the commanding noble of the runners. John came to him with a concern about a noise he was hearing at night. Master Cromwell, a firm and haughty man scoffed at the premonitions of the foolish boy. “Probably ghosts or some wild horses, boy,” Cromwell chided in his nasally voice.
“But, but, but Master Cromwell…” John Smith paused as to not dishonor his Master, “I swear I heard some chinking of metal like a blacksmith striking the forge.”
“Ridiculous, boy, now get some sleep. You have the honor of delivering the good news to the commanders. These great men have been away for years crossing this desert to surprise the French and win a glorious victory for her majesty. They will really want to know what is happening on the home front.”
John Smith arrived just as the English army of 6,000 approached the French stronghold of Orleans. The English gathered their horsemen and warriors 100 miles from the city in preparation to attack in stealth. That night the English camped and prepared to attack the next day. Soon, the good people of England would wear beautiful French ivory jewelry and wear fine French clothing. The second largest city on Earth was to become the property of the English. It was only guarded by an attachment of 1,000 French warriors.
As a hardy wilderness people, the French knew right away that something was amiss. An army could not mass on their soil without anyone realizing. Empress Joan D’Arc would lead a surprise attack personally for the glory of France with France’s best warriors. No foreigner would take the holy city of Orleans with Empress D’Arc on watch.
The English army worked to surprise the French by flanking to the northwest while the French army, smaller in number at 5,000 tried to divide the English flankers from behind and destroy by dividing and conquering. However, something unexpected happened.
An envoy of mysterious riders came flying an unknown flag. Master Cromwell immediately realized that it was the despised Germans. The same Germans who had turned down the English advance on the citadel of Heidelburg inflicting very heavy casualties. Had the English not attacked with horsemen and retreated, the pride of the English veteran army might lay in waste. How had these riders arrived so quickly? The Great Plains were huge and it took the English nearly 10 years to cross. Were these the mysterious riders of young John Smith’s dreams or was this some military ploy of the Germans? Master Cromwell did not want to see the evil Germans plans, whatever they may be, come to fruition. He would lead a charge with half his force to destroy the Germans and half to take the city of Orleans. Cromwell was given command of the English forces, as he was the highest born.
The French, confused by the English tactics and thinking it an English trick decided to attack. However, the French, too, ran into these mysterious horsemen. The horsemen sent an emissary to the French. The French, thinking that the German diplomat was another attempt to attack Orleans moved with swift ferocity to destroy the diplomat. The English, seeing the French attack, attacked the horsemen to get at the French. However, these horsemen were no ordinary horsemen.
Upon attacking, the French and English realized that their power, even if combined were no match for these horsemen. This awesome weapon that the Germans had soon struck out like a rattlesnake and took the lives of the soldiers attacking with swift and meaningful vengeance. After seeing Master Cromwell put to the sword, John Smith tried to lead his runners away back to England, but the horsemen were too swift. As the metal clad man dismounted his horse and yelled some unintelligible words in a foreign tongue, John Smith cowered as he held two pieces of parchment in his hand. John started to cry as he quickly read the parchment and attempted to swallow it.
“Halt das maul,” the soldier screamed as he rammed his sword through the John’s neck, grabbing the already blood stained paper and throwing it to the ground. One paper said, “Coventry has fallen to the infidel German horde.” The other stated, “The German riders approach. Please save us and may God save the Queen, the German horde advances on London.”
By the time the Russians made contact with the Western Continent, the last English and French city fell to the Germans 30 years later. The once proud English civilization was forced to move with the French into the vast unsettled swamp on the Russian continent. The Russians, paid off by the Germans killed off the last of the race the English and the French who now only live on in story and legend. The Germans destroyed 10 whole cities and murdered hundreds of thousands of people, taking few slaves. Eventually, all natives were put to the sword and their culture and races ceased to exist 20 years later. From the race of King Bismark the great and his good general arose a new Germanic people under the civilizing guise of democracy.
Now controlling roughly half the earth and commanding sovereignty over the entire vast Western continent now densely populated with 125 cities, the Germans, the wealthiest, happiest, strongest, most influential, and scientifically advanced nation in the world reaches out for land, land to advance the hopes and dreams of the superior German people. Call it manifest destiny or Lebensraum, the Germans need space to expand their mighty culture. Arming their legions of knights with a fearsome new weapon the rifle, an army of 35,000 soldiers, settlers, and workers sail the seas on newly crafted vessels and warships to traverse the world to find Lebensraum. The year is 1510 a.d. as the great German people set out on the high seas to find the next great epoch of their civilization.
Four years after the Great Western War, a great and mysterious people arose from the ashes of the Western continent.
A long and futile war was waged amongst the ancient races of the Western continent. The English, French, and Germans strove to extend their bloodlines through the destruction of each other’s races. Without warning, after centuries of peace the English invaded with their great hordes of horsemen and warriors only to be turned back by the wall of the citadel of Heidelburg. The English, looking for a victory to restore their confidence of a shaken people, planned to blatantly attack the French in a brilliantly crafted flanking move across the relatively unoccupied continent to strike what would seem a damning blow to the surprised French.
However, the Germans, angered by the unprovoked and unexpected attacks of the empire of England rammed their full military force to the quiet town of Coventry. Coventry, a home of knowledge, learning, and good breeding was a beacon of enlightenment to the English and the world. Long lost knowledge was beheld to the English, giving their culture an advantage over all in the world, thus giving the English a haughty sense of superiority. The English proudly bore their title of the wealthiest nation on Earth, enjoying a golden age as their culture expanded exponentially.
Coventry was a city of the highest learning and growth. Coventry was the center and pride of the English. Coventry’s grace echoes on the winds of history.
Across the Great Plains and over the Trident Mountains a runner brought news of the home front. Good old John Smith from London was a hearty man who was raised in the greatest country on Earth. As a boy, he was given good education and was taught to respect of the gods and her majesty the Queen. Given a chance to serve his country, he jumped at the task. Since he was under the age of 16, he could not serve in her majesty’s army, but good old John earned a commission in the army as a runner at the tender age of 15. He thrived at crossing the vast wilderness of the Great Plains. John also triumphed that he, and not the other older runners would hold the good news he would deliver to the English commanders. However, something bothered him. At night, he swore he heard a strange noise.
Master Cromwell was the commanding noble of the runners. John came to him with a concern about a noise he was hearing at night. Master Cromwell, a firm and haughty man scoffed at the premonitions of the foolish boy. “Probably ghosts or some wild horses, boy,” Cromwell chided in his nasally voice.
“But, but, but Master Cromwell…” John Smith paused as to not dishonor his Master, “I swear I heard some chinking of metal like a blacksmith striking the forge.”
“Ridiculous, boy, now get some sleep. You have the honor of delivering the good news to the commanders. These great men have been away for years crossing this desert to surprise the French and win a glorious victory for her majesty. They will really want to know what is happening on the home front.”
John Smith arrived just as the English army of 6,000 approached the French stronghold of Orleans. The English gathered their horsemen and warriors 100 miles from the city in preparation to attack in stealth. That night the English camped and prepared to attack the next day. Soon, the good people of England would wear beautiful French ivory jewelry and wear fine French clothing. The second largest city on Earth was to become the property of the English. It was only guarded by an attachment of 1,000 French warriors.
As a hardy wilderness people, the French knew right away that something was amiss. An army could not mass on their soil without anyone realizing. Empress Joan D’Arc would lead a surprise attack personally for the glory of France with France’s best warriors. No foreigner would take the holy city of Orleans with Empress D’Arc on watch.
The English army worked to surprise the French by flanking to the northwest while the French army, smaller in number at 5,000 tried to divide the English flankers from behind and destroy by dividing and conquering. However, something unexpected happened.
An envoy of mysterious riders came flying an unknown flag. Master Cromwell immediately realized that it was the despised Germans. The same Germans who had turned down the English advance on the citadel of Heidelburg inflicting very heavy casualties. Had the English not attacked with horsemen and retreated, the pride of the English veteran army might lay in waste. How had these riders arrived so quickly? The Great Plains were huge and it took the English nearly 10 years to cross. Were these the mysterious riders of young John Smith’s dreams or was this some military ploy of the Germans? Master Cromwell did not want to see the evil Germans plans, whatever they may be, come to fruition. He would lead a charge with half his force to destroy the Germans and half to take the city of Orleans. Cromwell was given command of the English forces, as he was the highest born.
The French, confused by the English tactics and thinking it an English trick decided to attack. However, the French, too, ran into these mysterious horsemen. The horsemen sent an emissary to the French. The French, thinking that the German diplomat was another attempt to attack Orleans moved with swift ferocity to destroy the diplomat. The English, seeing the French attack, attacked the horsemen to get at the French. However, these horsemen were no ordinary horsemen.
Upon attacking, the French and English realized that their power, even if combined were no match for these horsemen. This awesome weapon that the Germans had soon struck out like a rattlesnake and took the lives of the soldiers attacking with swift and meaningful vengeance. After seeing Master Cromwell put to the sword, John Smith tried to lead his runners away back to England, but the horsemen were too swift. As the metal clad man dismounted his horse and yelled some unintelligible words in a foreign tongue, John Smith cowered as he held two pieces of parchment in his hand. John started to cry as he quickly read the parchment and attempted to swallow it.
“Halt das maul,” the soldier screamed as he rammed his sword through the John’s neck, grabbing the already blood stained paper and throwing it to the ground. One paper said, “Coventry has fallen to the infidel German horde.” The other stated, “The German riders approach. Please save us and may God save the Queen, the German horde advances on London.”
By the time the Russians made contact with the Western Continent, the last English and French city fell to the Germans 30 years later. The once proud English civilization was forced to move with the French into the vast unsettled swamp on the Russian continent. The Russians, paid off by the Germans killed off the last of the race the English and the French who now only live on in story and legend. The Germans destroyed 10 whole cities and murdered hundreds of thousands of people, taking few slaves. Eventually, all natives were put to the sword and their culture and races ceased to exist 20 years later. From the race of King Bismark the great and his good general arose a new Germanic people under the civilizing guise of democracy.
Now controlling roughly half the earth and commanding sovereignty over the entire vast Western continent now densely populated with 125 cities, the Germans, the wealthiest, happiest, strongest, most influential, and scientifically advanced nation in the world reaches out for land, land to advance the hopes and dreams of the superior German people. Call it manifest destiny or Lebensraum, the Germans need space to expand their mighty culture. Arming their legions of knights with a fearsome new weapon the rifle, an army of 35,000 soldiers, settlers, and workers sail the seas on newly crafted vessels and warships to traverse the world to find Lebensraum. The year is 1510 a.d. as the great German people set out on the high seas to find the next great epoch of their civilization.