This story is based on the Tournament 4 game (which I didn't get around to starting until after the tournament was over, but it was fun anyhow). Just in case anyone's interested, the endgame (both versions) is posted to the Tournament 4 thread in the Strategy forum. Since the game story from a tournament scenario, I'm sticking to game dates rather than compressing timespans to get more realism.
Chapter 1: Awakening
All the elders of the German tribe said Bismarck was “too smart.” Did not everyone know that man lived by hunting and fishing and looking for edible plants, wandering from one place to the next as the seasons turned? Would not people run out of game and edible plants if they lived in one place long enough to build anything permanent? The way things were now was the same as they always had been, and the same as they always would be.
But the young people listened to Bismarck’s dreams. And as the years went on, the young people became the elders, with Bismarck eventually rising to chief elder of the tribe. The young man who had dreamed the great dream was older and wiser, wise enough to know that the frozen lands surrounding the tribe’s current location could never support the dream he called Berlin. But the tribe could give its wanderings direction, searching for lands rich enough to support the dream.
Through generation after generation, over the next three and a half centuries, Bismarck and his descendents led the German tribe searching for a way south. Finally, they reached rich grasslands where a city could grow and prosper. And still better, there were wondrous spices to be found in the area. At long last, the dream of Berlin could be given substance.
Chapter 1: Awakening
All the elders of the German tribe said Bismarck was “too smart.” Did not everyone know that man lived by hunting and fishing and looking for edible plants, wandering from one place to the next as the seasons turned? Would not people run out of game and edible plants if they lived in one place long enough to build anything permanent? The way things were now was the same as they always had been, and the same as they always would be.
But the young people listened to Bismarck’s dreams. And as the years went on, the young people became the elders, with Bismarck eventually rising to chief elder of the tribe. The young man who had dreamed the great dream was older and wiser, wise enough to know that the frozen lands surrounding the tribe’s current location could never support the dream he called Berlin. But the tribe could give its wanderings direction, searching for lands rich enough to support the dream.
Through generation after generation, over the next three and a half centuries, Bismarck and his descendents led the German tribe searching for a way south. Finally, they reached rich grasslands where a city could grow and prosper. And still better, there were wondrous spices to be found in the area. At long last, the dream of Berlin could be given substance.
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