Welcome to the most advanced simulation that has ever been created! We are putting you at the helm of an imaginary nation on a world called Terra to reenact history from ancient times to modern day. There are extra nations thrown in their with their own challenges and weaknesses, but no matter, let's start this thing! Alright guys, I am mostly going to leave you guys alone on this whenever necessary, but remember, no sudden leaps of technology that puts you light-years ahead of the rest, be fair, act like this is true history, and everything will be fine. In the case of battles, I shall roll some die to determine an outcome, here's an example; let's use to NP Nations as an example here; let's say Fantom has a military technological advantage over Sinithia, but Sinithia has a numbers advantage, Fantom gets +2 to their die roll and what the hell, they're an experienced fighter so another +1 to their roll, Sinithia's army is made up raw recruits, which is no bonus, but +1 for numbers. I then roll the die, and the raw outcome is 4 for Fantom and Sinithia has a 5. The final will be Fantom: 7, Sinithia: 6, so it would therefore be considered a 'Close Victory'. The details shall be decided by the combatants. If you have any questions, just ask. Enjoy! And don't forget to stop by the OOC for the Map and National Abilities!
Firebreeze looked over his training soldiers from his home, simply known as the tower. It filled his heart with joy to see such loyal troops, ready to fight and die at any moment for the sake of a nation. Just beyond the training grounds were the farms. The farmers were mainly those unfit to to fight. They provided food for themselves and the soldiers. He felt rather bad for the farmers, they had such a dull life compared to the soldiers. Some blessed few would be taken off the farms in order to make armor and weapons for the armies.
Jakus looked stood among the great army of builders, swarming over the new city of Gloria Innovatus, what he hoped would be the heart of a thriving empire, one that would stretch across the oceans, its trading fleets going far and wide, but even the most grand of things must have a pedestal from which to stand, and Gloria Innovatus was to be not just the pedestal, but the crown as well. To be the torch in the dark, to be the guiding light for all to come. The builders had first erected huge walls around the city, then more walls divided the city into many districts. The outermost were entirely militarized, with the middle being everything else but political, and at the very heart of the city sat the huge castle that was being worked on. Sure it took up a lot more space than the current populace needed, but you have got to think ahead. Soon, the first Gloryian army will march out and crush the natives surrounding them, and bring peace and civilization to all.
Gaze walked through the streets of his city Gomork the streets were wide and open with the walls towering to 30 feet he had two guards dressed with a golden mask with ponies bowing down and giving him offerings he looked to his left to see the ponies dancing around sacrificing an animal and he turned his head to thee left to see a group of ponies praying. He was in the streets to find a pure pony to add into his special body guards he stopped and closed his eyes he saw everything perfectly but he saw one pony with a white glowing aura. He opened his eyes again and walked towards the young mare she bowed and stood up looking at him. "I have seen greatness inside of you!" his voice booming through the streets, "You have been asked to join the ranks of my guards will you accept!". She looked at the scars on his body and then to his golden mask and nodded her head he Gaze started to walk again with the young mare following behind him after a few minutes she was at the doors of the huge cathedral "Welcome to your new home," Gaze said the doors opened slightly and they all went inside with the doors slamming shut making a echo.
Facade stood the highest point of his castle looking upon his fine city, The Capitol. The Castle was separated from the main city by a large wall that completely surrounded his fortress. The main city stretched for miles, with each section of the city walled off from each other. Forging, Construction, and other specific sectors were busy with work. On the outside of the city were the farms, where the ponies that were unable to pass the test worked to feed his city and armies. Facade grinned as he watched entire sectors grow throughout the years and soon, another city would have to be founded. Capitol would only be the start. His people clamored for control of the island they currently resided on. And soon when they had the island cleared of the disgustingly unintelligent natives, he would clear the world of the people he deemed unfit. Only his chosen would live. With a cackle he retreated back into his castle, preparing the newest campaign to rid away the natives of the island.
Jakus marched along in the middle of his army, the natives had been rilled from the surrounding land and were now swarming towards them. The mostly organized Gloryian army was worlds away from the seething mass of natives approaching them, soon the battle would commance... Glory: Superior Technology: +2 Better Disciplined: +2 Natives: Vastly Superior numbers: +2 Rolled: Glory: 7+4=11 Natives: 2+2=4 Result: Crushing Victory After the intial clash, Jakus used his superiorly organized troops with some of the first iron to annihilate the attacking natives, by the end of the battle, the few that survived were taken in as slaves to help build Glory. Ability Gained: Battle Slavers; more slaves are captured after battles from prisoners.
Fire was walking through the training grounds, watching the soldiers improve their fighting abilities one step at a time, when his advisor, Stretch, approached him. "Sir," Stretch said, "The farmers have been complaining about a native tribe near by... They say that their people are watching them work." "Alright, what's so bad about that?" Fire replied. "Well, they natives are holding weapons and also yelling things at them..." "Any luck understanding them?" "No." "Then let's assume they're plotting something. Prepare the men, we're taking out that tribe. More farm land for us."
Incendia: Superior Technology: +2 Better Organized: +2 Natives: Vastly outnumber: +2 Rolled: Incendia: 7+4=11 Natives: 7+2=9 Result: Mild Victory
"The Forest Campaign has been planned! Burn parts of the forest and wait for the natives to run out! We will encircle them and kill them like the pigs they are! Rally the men! Get the captains to there mercenary groups!" Facade ordered. His generals saluted and rushed off to there duties. Facade looked out of his window to the lands that will soon be his. "Yes...Enjoy your last moments natives. For your deaths will be gruesome, as you deserve." His army marched forward while the scouts set fire, the oil trail they had laid early bursting into flames. The Natives ran out of the circle of fire onto to find the Imperium Army waiting for them. "CHARGE!!"
Imperium: Better Organized: +2 Supierior Technology: +2 (National Ability) Mercenary army: -2 Natives: Vastly outnumber: +2 Caught in an Ambush: -2 Rolled: Imperium: 5+2=7 Natives: 7+0=7 Result: Pyrillic Victory (That means very, very, very costly)
Firebreeze walked through what was the battle field, surveying the damage done to each side. "Any survivors left in the tribe?" He asked. "Just women and children." A soldier replied. "Good, they'll help work the new farms. Make sure they know we mean no harm to them. Send gifts or something, then begin construction of the new farm land."
"United under freedom and prosperity." A motto that has represents the United Equine Tribes. A motto Sherman has created and followed during the unification of many tribes. Sherman looked out upon the growing city of Boria, the head of what would hopefully soon be a thriving nation. The military defenses around the outskirts of the city protected it from any threat, The residential quarters wrapping around and encasing the political and business sectors, and in the center was large statue with the national motto engraved under it. He turned backed and faced the formations of soldiers waiting for his orders. "Gentlecolts, this is our city, not just any city, our city. This is the city that represents our people, our culture, our nation. This is the city you have sworn to protect and represent with the up most professionalism on a battlefield. This is the nation that you have sworn to protect and represent on a battlefield. We will soon expand our nation across this island and maybe even the world. But that dream will not happen while we have yet to see what the world had beyond for us. Beginning today, we will march in force scouting formations. All formations head east" A large Or-rah came from the soldier as the began to march east into the unknown.
National Traits Gained! Incendia: Merciful Victor: Increased happiness amongst conquered Imperia: Bloodied: The mistakes of the past must not be repeated; increased military experience
Gaze stood at the top of the cathedral to see outside his walls was a native tribe near his city they were very organized and had a very huge fertile farm "They will do good in providing some food for this city. He got his best guards and walked out of the city and traveled towards the tribe and was halted by two guards he asked if the tribe leader was present after a few minutes of discussing he went inside the biggest hut and tried to convince him to join him and his religion. (Snow remember he is very charismatic so add some of those points)
Facade marched around the battlefield staring down with hate glowing from his eyes as he eyed the dead mercenaries, and worse, the captains that led them. His own people's captains. "I will have to form more group's made from my own people if this is the results I get." He spat at the surviving mercenaries. "But a decent enough job, though I shudder to wonder if we hadn't laid down the ambush." The mercenaries nodded, so he turned upon the natives and his rage doubled. "All of you are now slaves. To my people. You are underneath them, sub-pony. But...You have fought. And I will respect that. No more of your people shall die today. But rebel. And I will decimate you. Do you understand what that means?" The natives shook there head, trembalign from the unknown pony. A translator came up when Facade summoned and translated his words. "I will kill one out ten of you. Every time someone lifts a hoof in defiance. If you don't do what your master says your people will pay the price." The translator repeated this and the natives shuddered. "I'm glad we've come to this agreement." He chuckled as he flew away back to his castle and met with his generals, who had returned from the field of battle. "Send scouts in. I want to know if there are any natives left." "Sir, yes sir!"
Gormuk: Charismatic: +2 Natives: Independently minded: +2 Stubborn: +1 Rolled: Gormuk: 7+2=9 Natives: 5+3=8 Result: Negotiated Alliance - - Auto Merge - - Jakus had sent many a messanger scout out to find to find in area that was willing to negotiate with. They returned with great news, with their crushing victory over the nearby tribes, most tribes that had heard about it were willing to speak with him. Soon a Great Summit had been convened with these Chiefs, and Jakus attempted to negotiate their surrender... Glory: Cunning: +2 Charismatic: +1 Recent Great Victory: +3 Stubbornness: -2 Natives: Strength in numbers: +2 Fearful: -1 Rolled: Glory: 9+4=12 Natives:3+1=4 Result: Surrender New National Trait: Skilled Negotiater: Increased ability to find peaceful solutions If you guys doubt me, here's the program I'm using for the dice, I've just been getting lucky: http://www.random.org/dice/
Gaze nodded at the tribe leader he had promised to give him half of their harvest and give some soldiers if ever asked he exited the the hut and nodded at his guards to signal them to get half of their food. He got back from the tribe followed by several of his guards lugging carts full of food and gave one of the carts to the people "Your welcome! You may all have a feast with this food given by are new allies!" he yelled. The people cheered and started to swarm the cart grabbing the food and baking them for the oncoming feast they are going to have Gaze smiled under his mask and went to the cathedral to distribute the food properly to the markets.
Facade organized a small scout group, protected by his elite soldiers, and beheaded the already dead chieftain of the tribe that had taken in. His people wandered into the forest and marched for miles, before stumbling on another tribe. The Imperium and this certain tribe had never encountered each other before so they sat down to talk. They sat outside of the campsite and the Imperium made there intentions clear as they presented the head of the chief. Join us or suffer the same fate. They planned to convert much of the forest into farm and lumber to be protected by a Castle.
Imperium: Just barely won: +1 Headstrong: -3 Tribal: Unconvinced: +2 Rolled: Imperium:8-2=6 Native:7+2=8 Result: Negotiations end in stalemate
"I want some scouts to search around for native tribes and try and see if they're willing to join us, if you don't want to, prepare the armies." Fire said to one of his commanders, "Hopefully we can resolve most of this without bloodshed."
