Hey guys .... This is my first story any suggestions Good or Bad would be welcome. I think it is almost to linear but want to try and pipe out a complete story of the game.
Monarch level, relentless barb's, all victory options available except diplomacy, I started as the Germans, Stuka's world map, 8 Civ's.
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In the year that would become know as 4000BC Maximilian leader of a rag-tag group of nomads founded the city Berlin. Berlin was founded in a beautiful location on the shores of the Rhine river. There where vast wheat fields to the south, and plentiful oceans laden with fish to the north. Even though Maximilian was a barbarian nomad he was intelligent. He had helped his tribe learn the secrets of Warrior Code and Bronze Working. Maximilian knew that technology was the key to a successful future for his people. Technology would mean better weapons, better health care, and more productive farming. This was the driving force for him to establish a city where his people could live safely and pursue the search for knowledge. Maximilian was also aware of the other nomad tribes that wandered the countryside. He knew these tribes would kill his people and steal what ever they could from them. He had risen to a leadership role defending his tribe from this threat. So it was no great surprise that his first order was to train a warrior army, followed closely by an order to research Iron Working. It was at this time that the first government agency was created, it was called the DOT (Department of Transportation). The DOT was assigned to build roads around the surrounding countryside, starting with the wheat fields to the south. Not only did they build roads they also provided some crude maps detailing the southern borders. As the map information was relayed, it was plain to see that Maximilian was worried. Two small villages had been detected on the southeast border of Berlin. All haste was made to prepare the first warrior legion. Berlin stood defenseless, if the villages to the south where to invade all would be lost. The first warrior legion was called into service one week later. A week where everyone held their breath hoping we wouldn’t be noticed, A week that seemed to last 200 years. The first warrior legion was immediately dispatched to the closest village. They where to determine friend or foe, and find out the intentions of the village built so close to us. As they traveled the second warrior legion began the process called basic training. (In 3750BC it was really basic pick up rock or club and bash enemy in the head, If its still moving bash it again, if it is still moving your not bashing it hard enough). 3 days later the first warrior legion engaged the nearest village, the response was better than Maximilian had dared dream. The village was impressed with our desire to better ourselves through knowledge, and offered us Cerimonial Burial if they could join us. Needless to say they where greeted with the warm hand of friendship. Maximilian had journeyed to greet our new brothers, and decided he would accompany the first legion on to the next village one days march from here.
The air was crisp and cool and Maximilian could see his breath as he stood watching the village in the early morning darkness. He wondered what the day would bring, would he meet new allies, would he be able to negotiate a treaty, or would he have to order his legion to attack. He vowed he would do everything he could to avoid war. Berlin needed these troops they where the only defense. The sun peaked above the mountains far in distance to the east,” it won’t be long now” he muttered to himself. The camp sprang into action with the rising of the sun. Guard rotations changed, cooks began preparing breakfast, and Maximilian was surrounded by warriors each with their own opinion on what should be done next. Maximilian dismissed them, got some food from the pot on the fire, and sat down next to Barbarosa. Barbarosa was the commander of the first legion he was single handedly responsible for the successful negotiations with the Aztec tribe just days before. Maximilian was quite biding his time thinking how he was going to explain to Barbarosa that he would not be allowed to join this negotiation. Finally he spoke “ Old friend I was mobbed this morning by a number of soldiers, all with opinions on how we should attack and eliminate this enemy”. “ I know I saw them swarming about you, I am glad you decided to sit with me and ask for my opinion”. Maximilian was not happy, and the sideward glance he shot Barbarosa made him understand immediately that he had over stepped his authority. “ I did not sit with you to ask for your opinion, I came to tell you why you would not be involved in the negotiations”. “The soldiers seem blood thirsty and anxious to attack, we have not even determined if this will be the needed action”. “ I will negotiate with this village, you will send 5 of your best warriors with me”. “While I am gone you will keep this rift-raft in order and follow the instructions I leave with you”. Maximilian went on to explain that Barbarosa was to hold the legion in an attack ranks, if he did not return by high sun the legion was to attack and kill every living sole in the village. He would then bring his body back to Berlin, bury it under his favorite tree in the palace garden, and assume command of the German despotism. Given his orders Barbarosa left to start following them. Within 10 minutes 5 of the biggest, strongest warriors in the legion where standing at attention next to Maximilians table. Maximilian eyed each of the warriors they all had fine polished clubs, each stood six to six and a half feet tall and the training they had received in bashing could be seen in there biceps. A couple of them even had brains they had tied sharpened rocks to their clubs to form crude tomahawks. The inspection was brief Maximilian smiled at Barbarosa shook his hand and headed out of camp towards the village. As he walked his thoughts wandered would that be the last time he saw his old friend, would he forgive him for being short with him earlier, would he live to apoligize later.
Maximilian’s thoughts where cut short as the he approached the village. He could see sickly woman and children working in filthy conditions trying to cook something that smelled like tree bark soup. The stench of death was in the air, where these people infected with a plague? Again his thoughts where cut short approaching him where a number a warriors one of them taller, and stronger than the rest. “Halt!! Who are you? What do you want?” was spoken by the obvious leader. Maximilian stopped, and with a wave of his hand his soldiers stood at the ready to each of his sides. “ My name is Maximilian I am the leader of the German people, I am here to ask you what your intentions are building so close to my city”. “ Who are you?”. “I am Edgar Rommell I lead, and protect these people”. “Until last night when our scouts returned from the Aztec village I was unaware of your presence”. “Be advised that I have called all able bodied soldiers to defend our home” was the response. “Well from the looks of things there are not a lot of able bodied people around, are you suffering from the plague?” Maximilian backed up a step or two. Edgar replied “We have had some bad luck with our crops, I have heard reports that the Aztec’s have joined you, is this true?” “Yes they offered us the hand of friendship and where greeted with it in return, I am here personally to offer the same to you” was Maximilian’s reply. “We might be willing to oblige you if you can feed and protect us, as we move to a new home, In turn we offer the strong backs of the Germania tribe and our loyalty” Edgar knew his forces didn’t have a chance against the German army. “The German people would prize nothing more highly, it is obvious your people are starving, this is obviously a poor location .” “ We will see to your needs while you relocate to a more suitable location to the north?” was Maximilians response. Edgar spoke “You speak the language of truth, we are willing to follow.” Edgart stepped forward to offer his hand to Maximilian. Maximilian accepted the hand of friendship and ordered one of his warriors to inform Barbarosa, to feed and help pack this village. By nightfall the first legion had fed everyone, and packed whatever was worth moving. Tomorrow they would make for the north coast of Germany.
Monarch level, relentless barb's, all victory options available except diplomacy, I started as the Germans, Stuka's world map, 8 Civ's.
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In the year that would become know as 4000BC Maximilian leader of a rag-tag group of nomads founded the city Berlin. Berlin was founded in a beautiful location on the shores of the Rhine river. There where vast wheat fields to the south, and plentiful oceans laden with fish to the north. Even though Maximilian was a barbarian nomad he was intelligent. He had helped his tribe learn the secrets of Warrior Code and Bronze Working. Maximilian knew that technology was the key to a successful future for his people. Technology would mean better weapons, better health care, and more productive farming. This was the driving force for him to establish a city where his people could live safely and pursue the search for knowledge. Maximilian was also aware of the other nomad tribes that wandered the countryside. He knew these tribes would kill his people and steal what ever they could from them. He had risen to a leadership role defending his tribe from this threat. So it was no great surprise that his first order was to train a warrior army, followed closely by an order to research Iron Working. It was at this time that the first government agency was created, it was called the DOT (Department of Transportation). The DOT was assigned to build roads around the surrounding countryside, starting with the wheat fields to the south. Not only did they build roads they also provided some crude maps detailing the southern borders. As the map information was relayed, it was plain to see that Maximilian was worried. Two small villages had been detected on the southeast border of Berlin. All haste was made to prepare the first warrior legion. Berlin stood defenseless, if the villages to the south where to invade all would be lost. The first warrior legion was called into service one week later. A week where everyone held their breath hoping we wouldn’t be noticed, A week that seemed to last 200 years. The first warrior legion was immediately dispatched to the closest village. They where to determine friend or foe, and find out the intentions of the village built so close to us. As they traveled the second warrior legion began the process called basic training. (In 3750BC it was really basic pick up rock or club and bash enemy in the head, If its still moving bash it again, if it is still moving your not bashing it hard enough). 3 days later the first warrior legion engaged the nearest village, the response was better than Maximilian had dared dream. The village was impressed with our desire to better ourselves through knowledge, and offered us Cerimonial Burial if they could join us. Needless to say they where greeted with the warm hand of friendship. Maximilian had journeyed to greet our new brothers, and decided he would accompany the first legion on to the next village one days march from here.
The air was crisp and cool and Maximilian could see his breath as he stood watching the village in the early morning darkness. He wondered what the day would bring, would he meet new allies, would he be able to negotiate a treaty, or would he have to order his legion to attack. He vowed he would do everything he could to avoid war. Berlin needed these troops they where the only defense. The sun peaked above the mountains far in distance to the east,” it won’t be long now” he muttered to himself. The camp sprang into action with the rising of the sun. Guard rotations changed, cooks began preparing breakfast, and Maximilian was surrounded by warriors each with their own opinion on what should be done next. Maximilian dismissed them, got some food from the pot on the fire, and sat down next to Barbarosa. Barbarosa was the commander of the first legion he was single handedly responsible for the successful negotiations with the Aztec tribe just days before. Maximilian was quite biding his time thinking how he was going to explain to Barbarosa that he would not be allowed to join this negotiation. Finally he spoke “ Old friend I was mobbed this morning by a number of soldiers, all with opinions on how we should attack and eliminate this enemy”. “ I know I saw them swarming about you, I am glad you decided to sit with me and ask for my opinion”. Maximilian was not happy, and the sideward glance he shot Barbarosa made him understand immediately that he had over stepped his authority. “ I did not sit with you to ask for your opinion, I came to tell you why you would not be involved in the negotiations”. “The soldiers seem blood thirsty and anxious to attack, we have not even determined if this will be the needed action”. “ I will negotiate with this village, you will send 5 of your best warriors with me”. “While I am gone you will keep this rift-raft in order and follow the instructions I leave with you”. Maximilian went on to explain that Barbarosa was to hold the legion in an attack ranks, if he did not return by high sun the legion was to attack and kill every living sole in the village. He would then bring his body back to Berlin, bury it under his favorite tree in the palace garden, and assume command of the German despotism. Given his orders Barbarosa left to start following them. Within 10 minutes 5 of the biggest, strongest warriors in the legion where standing at attention next to Maximilians table. Maximilian eyed each of the warriors they all had fine polished clubs, each stood six to six and a half feet tall and the training they had received in bashing could be seen in there biceps. A couple of them even had brains they had tied sharpened rocks to their clubs to form crude tomahawks. The inspection was brief Maximilian smiled at Barbarosa shook his hand and headed out of camp towards the village. As he walked his thoughts wandered would that be the last time he saw his old friend, would he forgive him for being short with him earlier, would he live to apoligize later.
Maximilian’s thoughts where cut short as the he approached the village. He could see sickly woman and children working in filthy conditions trying to cook something that smelled like tree bark soup. The stench of death was in the air, where these people infected with a plague? Again his thoughts where cut short approaching him where a number a warriors one of them taller, and stronger than the rest. “Halt!! Who are you? What do you want?” was spoken by the obvious leader. Maximilian stopped, and with a wave of his hand his soldiers stood at the ready to each of his sides. “ My name is Maximilian I am the leader of the German people, I am here to ask you what your intentions are building so close to my city”. “ Who are you?”. “I am Edgar Rommell I lead, and protect these people”. “Until last night when our scouts returned from the Aztec village I was unaware of your presence”. “Be advised that I have called all able bodied soldiers to defend our home” was the response. “Well from the looks of things there are not a lot of able bodied people around, are you suffering from the plague?” Maximilian backed up a step or two. Edgar replied “We have had some bad luck with our crops, I have heard reports that the Aztec’s have joined you, is this true?” “Yes they offered us the hand of friendship and where greeted with it in return, I am here personally to offer the same to you” was Maximilian’s reply. “We might be willing to oblige you if you can feed and protect us, as we move to a new home, In turn we offer the strong backs of the Germania tribe and our loyalty” Edgar knew his forces didn’t have a chance against the German army. “The German people would prize nothing more highly, it is obvious your people are starving, this is obviously a poor location .” “ We will see to your needs while you relocate to a more suitable location to the north?” was Maximilians response. Edgar spoke “You speak the language of truth, we are willing to follow.” Edgart stepped forward to offer his hand to Maximilian. Maximilian accepted the hand of friendship and ordered one of his warriors to inform Barbarosa, to feed and help pack this village. By nightfall the first legion had fed everyone, and packed whatever was worth moving. Tomorrow they would make for the north coast of Germany.
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