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The Difference One Man Can Make
This is based on a game I am playing on civ3, but will only use it as a basis. A post of my empire’s map will come shortly, though most likely it will not be updated. Updates to the story will happen hopefully once every two days, and maybe twice a day (one in the morning, one in the evening) on the weekends. Hope you enjoy
Jason
Ottoman power had forever been increasing. From the first discovery of the Turkish city of Istanbul, to the modern day Ottoman Republic. The vast resources at the Ottoman disposal left for nothing to be left out of the expanding economy. Ottoman power increased so much during the Golden Age a hundred years back, that it could not be help within the continental empire. The power quickly spilled out and onto the table of the world. Colonies, loyal to the throne of Turkey, popped up in the Aegean Sea. Soon, not only were the Ottomans enjoying the powers of their own continent, but also from islands overseas.
The modern Ottoman Republic, from which the story is set in, is shown below. The Republic is made of 3 major parts – Kurdistan in the northern tundra, Turkey in the central grasslands, and Anatolia in the south, made of desert and plains.
Chapter One- Sinop
The days are always hot above Tarok. It shone down on his bare back, as he grazed the thoughtless sheep into the pen. He was one of only a few still grazing sheep on Cyrpus. Most had either taken to the mining industry, or became wealthy merchants, known as the “new money”. Tarok hated these people, the people so shallow as to desert their heritage for money and power.
The hill he stood on was the only relic from his past that belonged to him. This was the hill that his ancestors had stood on and grazed sheep, for as long as the people on Cyprus could remember. He would be damned if he let some imperialistic government take it from him.
So there he was, grazing his sheep on the hill his grandfather had fought for. Back a hundred years, the war against the Ottoman invaders broke out on the hills of Cyprus. His grandfather had fought in the war, and was killed in action. In the end, the Ottomans triumphed. In the Treaty of Sinop, all landowners of Cyprus could retain their land.
However, now they were trying to take it from him again. A huge silver mining industry was taking over the island, the hills of Cyprus being the richest in the world. Only a handful of peasants resisted selling their property. And now the government was taking legal actions against Tarok.
A scheduled meeting was to take place in Istanbul, the capital of the Ottoman Empire on the mainland. Tarok was scheduled to go there the next evening. And so as soon as he had herded his sheep into the wooden pen, and latched the age-old rusted gate, he was off to begin packing for the trip.
Peeking his head over the hill, he gained a full view of the valley that the village of Teklepo lie in, a suburb of Sinop. He was mayor of this small village, leading a little over a hundred citizens who were a tightly-knit group of anti-seizure of their lands from the Ottomans. Tarok’s small home lay in the middle of the village, surrounded by an all-year-round green lawn and palm trees. His personal stable lay on the side of his home, with his horse and a few pack-horses and work animals. His dog, Rasco, came trotting up to him, and barking in the direction of his house.
Immediately Tarok stared in the direction of his front year. He had to squint to get a good look from the top of the hill, as the sun was directly opposite of where he stood. Three men, which looked to be dressed in dark coats, were awaiting outside the door.
This is based on a game I am playing on civ3, but will only use it as a basis. A post of my empire’s map will come shortly, though most likely it will not be updated. Updates to the story will happen hopefully once every two days, and maybe twice a day (one in the morning, one in the evening) on the weekends. Hope you enjoy
Jason
Ottoman power had forever been increasing. From the first discovery of the Turkish city of Istanbul, to the modern day Ottoman Republic. The vast resources at the Ottoman disposal left for nothing to be left out of the expanding economy. Ottoman power increased so much during the Golden Age a hundred years back, that it could not be help within the continental empire. The power quickly spilled out and onto the table of the world. Colonies, loyal to the throne of Turkey, popped up in the Aegean Sea. Soon, not only were the Ottomans enjoying the powers of their own continent, but also from islands overseas.
The modern Ottoman Republic, from which the story is set in, is shown below. The Republic is made of 3 major parts – Kurdistan in the northern tundra, Turkey in the central grasslands, and Anatolia in the south, made of desert and plains.
Chapter One- Sinop
The days are always hot above Tarok. It shone down on his bare back, as he grazed the thoughtless sheep into the pen. He was one of only a few still grazing sheep on Cyrpus. Most had either taken to the mining industry, or became wealthy merchants, known as the “new money”. Tarok hated these people, the people so shallow as to desert their heritage for money and power.
The hill he stood on was the only relic from his past that belonged to him. This was the hill that his ancestors had stood on and grazed sheep, for as long as the people on Cyprus could remember. He would be damned if he let some imperialistic government take it from him.
So there he was, grazing his sheep on the hill his grandfather had fought for. Back a hundred years, the war against the Ottoman invaders broke out on the hills of Cyprus. His grandfather had fought in the war, and was killed in action. In the end, the Ottomans triumphed. In the Treaty of Sinop, all landowners of Cyprus could retain their land.
However, now they were trying to take it from him again. A huge silver mining industry was taking over the island, the hills of Cyprus being the richest in the world. Only a handful of peasants resisted selling their property. And now the government was taking legal actions against Tarok.
A scheduled meeting was to take place in Istanbul, the capital of the Ottoman Empire on the mainland. Tarok was scheduled to go there the next evening. And so as soon as he had herded his sheep into the wooden pen, and latched the age-old rusted gate, he was off to begin packing for the trip.
Peeking his head over the hill, he gained a full view of the valley that the village of Teklepo lie in, a suburb of Sinop. He was mayor of this small village, leading a little over a hundred citizens who were a tightly-knit group of anti-seizure of their lands from the Ottomans. Tarok’s small home lay in the middle of the village, surrounded by an all-year-round green lawn and palm trees. His personal stable lay on the side of his home, with his horse and a few pack-horses and work animals. His dog, Rasco, came trotting up to him, and barking in the direction of his house.
Immediately Tarok stared in the direction of his front year. He had to squint to get a good look from the top of the hill, as the sun was directly opposite of where he stood. Three men, which looked to be dressed in dark coats, were awaiting outside the door.
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