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Call To Power 2 Cradle 3+ mod in progress: https://apolyton.net/forum/other-games/call-to-power-2/ctp2-creation/9437883-making-cradle-3-fully-compatible-with-the-apolyton-edition
No Im still here! sorry for not replying earlier but Ive been terribly busy.
Excellent stuff SKILORD Excellent stuff indeed.
A proud member of the "Apolyton Story Writers Guild".There are many great stories at the Civ 3 stories forum, do yourself a favour and visit the forum. Lose yourself in one of many epic tales and be inspired to write yourself, as I was.
Woah! This is a lovely story...it's a shame you'll have to figure out which of these chaps to kill...
As for Celtia...I was looking through my atlases of world history and etc. to finally nail down a title for the lands of the Celts. Now, I finally found it. The Romans knew Celtic lands as Celtiae, very near to Celtia. Good show.
Empire growing,
Pleasures flowing,
Fortune smiles and so should you.
I was thinking chapters too. I was lost on that one, I went through your posts on 'poly and cfc looking for the one that mentioned you having to kill one of the chapters
nobody says chaps lol
Great Story tho Skilord, BTW when are you going to update that map for me?
First Master, Banan-Abbot of the Nana-stary, and Arch-Nan of the Order of the Sacred Banana.
Marathon, the reason my friends and I have been playing the same hotseat game since 2006...
SKILORD finally gettin' some eh? Good for you, nothing loosens the pen like a loose skirt... or something like that, anyway, if you tell them that you're a writer, then they will sleep with you in the hopes that you will write something about them, which is perfect for me
First Master, Banan-Abbot of the Nana-stary, and Arch-Nan of the Order of the Sacred Banana.
Marathon, the reason my friends and I have been playing the same hotseat game since 2006...
I think to use the word 'finally' is probably aprropriate.
This (by this i mean skirt) and the NES (If you look, you see that I am not writing those peices well, they are written while I can barely hold myself up in the chair.
A proud member of the "Apolyton Story Writers Guild".There are many great stories at the Civ 3 stories forum, do yourself a favour and visit the forum. Lose yourself in one of many epic tales and be inspired to write yourself, as I was.
Men across a foggy feild can hardly etch the outlines of their adversaries, Battle had been offered, received and played out. Nothing had come of it. Brennus had come to the front, he was tired of the impotent battle.
A nervous sweat broke across his head, for he was alone, there was no god at his side to advise him. And he had to wonder if he was still gifted, or was he fallen to the levels of those soldiers around him, did death wait upon yonder field?
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The horseman galloped away, his message delivered, Gahndi crumpled it, tossing it down, wishing he weren't so alone among mortals.
Or should he count himself among them now?
Brennus wished to meet, to fight, a single clash of Commanders to decide the engagement, exactly what Gahndi could best exploit, if he won the enemy army would be removed to it's home, not even the optomist who beleived that could imagine Gahndi pulling back forces after a defeat.
The short sword peeered his reflection back at him as he questioned it, lacking the divine guide who had so long been his sole light, leading him endlessly as he built his Empire.
Where was Shiva?
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Metal clashed against the floor, Shiva pulling away as the sword overburdened the Celtic God of the Hunt, Samaharamuti was not accustomed to being hunted.
Swinging his sword in circles he pushed forward against the Horned Diety. Every attack was countered, every thrust tossed aside, neither move had much effect.
Mars had fallen from battle and sat watching, dumbfounded once more by the fierceness.
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Judas Victorisimus, or rather General Judas Victorisimus, stood befoere an army, his former commander his adversary, his motherland his foe.
Dressed in odd Indian Armor he looked at the motley crew of Medeival Warriors who now swore alleigence to him.
The Roman.
"The Time has come."
He could feel it suddenly, the time had come, the gods battle in the heavens, of which he was only partly aware, and even in that sense not fully concious, had reached a pinnacle.
The Roman was marked for greatness.
Judasa would change the face of history, through betrayal.
But who would he betray, in the end? And to whom?
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Short I know, but better than none. And not as bad as i had feared it might be.
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