Yes yes I know that I haven't finished the decline of order, I don't care, it got too depressing to come up with new ways for two thugs to kill (mostly) innocent people, please consider that story dead. I'm going to be working on this one now. ![Stick Out Tongue](https://apolyton.net/core/images/smilies/tongue.gif)
Life was good for Erik, his glorious people were helping Trondheim grow in leaps and bounds. All of the people said it was daft to build in a tundra square, mwahaha! He had shown them allright. His people worked tremendously hard to improve the terrain around the city, and the soon-to-be-built harbor would become the first, and therefore greatest, in the world.
It was now the day to dedicate the glorious harbor and bring forth a new age of prosperity for the Scandinavians. He walked out on the balcony of his palace, now two stories tall and well landscaped, in order to catch a glimpse of his new pet project before he went to dedicate the fishing fleet.
As expected, the harbor was bustling, but soon a strange happening began to.. well.. happen. Wisps of smoke soon seemed to be coming from every building!
"What is this smoke?! Why only smoke and no fire?"
Olaf, his brother and advisor offered the following suggestion.
"Mayhaps the citizens are in revolt, when we conquered the pathetic Celts 500 years ago, our warlords reported that their cities exhibited the exact same phenomenon when their destruction was seen as imminent."
"You mean we're going to be destroyed? How? Why? What? NO! We cannot be destroyed!! We are lots more stronger and have gooder libraries then them other guyses!"
"We are most likely overcrowded, my dear brother, I will pay for some entertainment for the people, it should appease them long enough for the harbor to be dedicated, once it is built, we can send the angry citizens off to foreign lands to colonize, increasing our wealth and influence."
Erik saw that the advice was sound enough, and he liked the idea of exiling crazies to strange lands where they would most definitely fit in. He grinned and began walking to see the upcoming show.
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Harold the Mad was enraged, what did they mean by 'go south until you find land'? He didn't even have a compass! He decided just to keep his longboat in warm waters. Aelfgar the Soiled let a monstrous blow to the horn, and turned the rudder accordingly. Odorhammer the lesser pounded away on the canvas tom urging the rowers on.
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What do you think? I'm going to have at least one raid by Harold the Mad, as well as more city humor with Erik. Any civs you think are particularly helpless? Any civil occurance you can't stand? Just say so, it may get in the story!
![Stick Out Tongue](https://apolyton.net/core/images/smilies/tongue.gif)
Life was good for Erik, his glorious people were helping Trondheim grow in leaps and bounds. All of the people said it was daft to build in a tundra square, mwahaha! He had shown them allright. His people worked tremendously hard to improve the terrain around the city, and the soon-to-be-built harbor would become the first, and therefore greatest, in the world.
It was now the day to dedicate the glorious harbor and bring forth a new age of prosperity for the Scandinavians. He walked out on the balcony of his palace, now two stories tall and well landscaped, in order to catch a glimpse of his new pet project before he went to dedicate the fishing fleet.
As expected, the harbor was bustling, but soon a strange happening began to.. well.. happen. Wisps of smoke soon seemed to be coming from every building!
"What is this smoke?! Why only smoke and no fire?"
Olaf, his brother and advisor offered the following suggestion.
"Mayhaps the citizens are in revolt, when we conquered the pathetic Celts 500 years ago, our warlords reported that their cities exhibited the exact same phenomenon when their destruction was seen as imminent."
"You mean we're going to be destroyed? How? Why? What? NO! We cannot be destroyed!! We are lots more stronger and have gooder libraries then them other guyses!"
"We are most likely overcrowded, my dear brother, I will pay for some entertainment for the people, it should appease them long enough for the harbor to be dedicated, once it is built, we can send the angry citizens off to foreign lands to colonize, increasing our wealth and influence."
Erik saw that the advice was sound enough, and he liked the idea of exiling crazies to strange lands where they would most definitely fit in. He grinned and began walking to see the upcoming show.
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Harold the Mad was enraged, what did they mean by 'go south until you find land'? He didn't even have a compass! He decided just to keep his longboat in warm waters. Aelfgar the Soiled let a monstrous blow to the horn, and turned the rudder accordingly. Odorhammer the lesser pounded away on the canvas tom urging the rowers on.
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What do you think? I'm going to have at least one raid by Harold the Mad, as well as more city humor with Erik. Any civs you think are particularly helpless? Any civil occurance you can't stand? Just say so, it may get in the story!
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