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This story is apparently different from it's CFC brother. I will include a link here to expedite any reading of both sides of the story. The two stories chronicle the same history, but differently. This will be fun....
The Civfanatics Version
The stones stung his flesh, they broke his bones, he held a flimsey arm up to protect himself as he fell. He didn't know where the stones would stike next, he was blind.
"In the end..." he wheezed, the words that had earned him the punishment.
"Shut up Old man! many Gods we have, many shall there be, forever!" The crowd spat as it threw.
"In the end," He pointed his blank eyes defiantly at his attackers,"There will be only one, A single God for men to follow."
As the old prophet finally submitted to the stones his words were noted, to the side, in a flimsey Journal.
-
A Hundred years later the journal would be mounted. The Years had given man time to ponder the words of the lost Prophet, War between brothers had torn kingdoms aunder as the rival gods fought to become the only ones worshipped in their nations. Now a single God reigned hand in hand with the King appointed over the men of each state. The Prophecy had fulfilled itself.
But was it done yet?
-
The once holy city lay burning beneath his feet. Flames rose, a gruesome offering to the diety who had commanded the conquest.
The Horned one, Brennus drove his sword deep into the dirt, kneeling to pray. Finishing his thankful prayer h raised the Iron high, flames flashed in it's reflecting surface. Fire blazed around him, the Holy Inferno.
Before him a vision appeared, One crown, One Religion. He presided over all of mankind, the day was won. Brennus smiled, Celtic hemogeny.
"It can be yours Brennus"
"I know," Brennus looked the figure in the eyes.
Cernunnos laughed, "You are too confident little man. WHo delivered Mecca to you?"
"My Men and steel!" Brennus insisted.
Cernunnos shook his head, the snake on his shoulder did as well.
"I did, my little partner. You even thanked me earlier. You know very wel by whose grace you stand here, by whose deeds your men now have a shoddy service in the Sistene Chapel. You know who that service is dedicated to. We need each other. Don't pretend otherwise."
Brennus still grinned," Is Allah much weaker?"
Cernunnos spread his arms in a stretch.
"He lost the recently built Chapel, that hurt him, and my attacks on him in the heavens have been as bloodthirsty as your battles with his followers. Even as you defeat his followers they abandon hope in him. He has begun to loose faith that they can sustain him."
"Do you think anyone will ever catch on to our plot?"
It was the detie's turn to grin.
"By then it will be too late."
-
Shiva watched the fires from a neighboring hill, his arms were crossed on his knees as he squatted, eyes intent. Realization dawned on his face, as he watched alone, Ghandi would have to know this, he thought. Would the pacifist listen though, The Destroyer had a heart of doubt, but he turned, to Dehli.
Women were piled upon him, the feeble man seemed quite happy, as wine poured from his glass onto the floor, Ghandi didn't care, it would be filled again later.
"Come." He spoke, The Women disappeared as Ghandi slipped into a reality where he could interect with the God.
"What the hell do you want? You never talk to me, what's so bloody important?"
"Brennus is trying to conqure the world."
Ghandi laughed, "That half brained son of a pig couldn't conqure his bathtub. So what if he fights with the Arabs, it's none of our business."
"The Arabs are only the start, he wants the world under him. One Crown, One State, One Church," Shiva put emphasis on the final word.
"So he'll have more worshippers than you? I've got missionarries all over the place, what do you want?"
"Surely you remember the Prophecy, He beleives that is is not only true within the nations, but that one day a single god will remain."
"Afraid to die? It's something you get used to. I don't have to worry though..." Ghandi smiled lopsidedly.
"If I am killed by Cernunnos, my gift of Immortality to you will fade quickly. Your survival as well."
"It's a long ways off, we have little to worry for."
"Best to prepare now. I suggest we conqure Japan, Susano isn't prepared for anything."
"Baby!" Ghandi was appaled," I'm a lover not a fighter, did you see those babes back there? I'm not leaving them for some silly crusade."
"You must, if you would survive to the end."
Ghandi sighed, he was obviously outgunned here.
"I'll do it. Dammit. I'll do it."
Shiva smiled.
"Thus begins the Legacy of Crusades...."
- (Author's Note)
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The Civfanatics Version
The stones stung his flesh, they broke his bones, he held a flimsey arm up to protect himself as he fell. He didn't know where the stones would stike next, he was blind.
"In the end..." he wheezed, the words that had earned him the punishment.
"Shut up Old man! many Gods we have, many shall there be, forever!" The crowd spat as it threw.
"In the end," He pointed his blank eyes defiantly at his attackers,"There will be only one, A single God for men to follow."
As the old prophet finally submitted to the stones his words were noted, to the side, in a flimsey Journal.
-
A Hundred years later the journal would be mounted. The Years had given man time to ponder the words of the lost Prophet, War between brothers had torn kingdoms aunder as the rival gods fought to become the only ones worshipped in their nations. Now a single God reigned hand in hand with the King appointed over the men of each state. The Prophecy had fulfilled itself.
But was it done yet?
-
The once holy city lay burning beneath his feet. Flames rose, a gruesome offering to the diety who had commanded the conquest.
The Horned one, Brennus drove his sword deep into the dirt, kneeling to pray. Finishing his thankful prayer h raised the Iron high, flames flashed in it's reflecting surface. Fire blazed around him, the Holy Inferno.
Before him a vision appeared, One crown, One Religion. He presided over all of mankind, the day was won. Brennus smiled, Celtic hemogeny.
"It can be yours Brennus"
"I know," Brennus looked the figure in the eyes.
Cernunnos laughed, "You are too confident little man. WHo delivered Mecca to you?"
"My Men and steel!" Brennus insisted.
Cernunnos shook his head, the snake on his shoulder did as well.
"I did, my little partner. You even thanked me earlier. You know very wel by whose grace you stand here, by whose deeds your men now have a shoddy service in the Sistene Chapel. You know who that service is dedicated to. We need each other. Don't pretend otherwise."
Brennus still grinned," Is Allah much weaker?"
Cernunnos spread his arms in a stretch.
"He lost the recently built Chapel, that hurt him, and my attacks on him in the heavens have been as bloodthirsty as your battles with his followers. Even as you defeat his followers they abandon hope in him. He has begun to loose faith that they can sustain him."
"Do you think anyone will ever catch on to our plot?"
It was the detie's turn to grin.
"By then it will be too late."
-
Shiva watched the fires from a neighboring hill, his arms were crossed on his knees as he squatted, eyes intent. Realization dawned on his face, as he watched alone, Ghandi would have to know this, he thought. Would the pacifist listen though, The Destroyer had a heart of doubt, but he turned, to Dehli.
Women were piled upon him, the feeble man seemed quite happy, as wine poured from his glass onto the floor, Ghandi didn't care, it would be filled again later.
"Come." He spoke, The Women disappeared as Ghandi slipped into a reality where he could interect with the God.
"What the hell do you want? You never talk to me, what's so bloody important?"
"Brennus is trying to conqure the world."
Ghandi laughed, "That half brained son of a pig couldn't conqure his bathtub. So what if he fights with the Arabs, it's none of our business."
"The Arabs are only the start, he wants the world under him. One Crown, One State, One Church," Shiva put emphasis on the final word.
"So he'll have more worshippers than you? I've got missionarries all over the place, what do you want?"
"Surely you remember the Prophecy, He beleives that is is not only true within the nations, but that one day a single god will remain."
"Afraid to die? It's something you get used to. I don't have to worry though..." Ghandi smiled lopsidedly.
"If I am killed by Cernunnos, my gift of Immortality to you will fade quickly. Your survival as well."
"It's a long ways off, we have little to worry for."
"Best to prepare now. I suggest we conqure Japan, Susano isn't prepared for anything."
"Baby!" Ghandi was appaled," I'm a lover not a fighter, did you see those babes back there? I'm not leaving them for some silly crusade."
"You must, if you would survive to the end."
Ghandi sighed, he was obviously outgunned here.
"I'll do it. Dammit. I'll do it."
Shiva smiled.
"Thus begins the Legacy of Crusades...."
- (Author's Note)
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nice intro this looks as promising as Ive been anticipating, with some nice touches of humour. 
and I thought I knew the mythology) it reads pretty nicely. Only thing is, you have to forget the real-world Ghandi, and remember what a warmongering bad guy he is in civ3. And it all comes into place. 
Thanks, and may the inspiration be with you. With the latest installment, I wish you never stopped writing. And if your dad comes for the keyboard again, tell him that there are many a reader waiting for your fiction 
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