"Simulation ending. Please wait in the Simulation room for break and re-calibration." a mare's voice rang through the simulation , which fizzed away. "Simualtion shall restart in Mid-Iron age in 5...4...3...2...1..." Then the reality came back, with the ponies back in their nations, only further in the future. (I shall get to work on the new map!)
Gaze had made all of the food gone to the markets to keep all the population happy he went to the map room he looked at the other city on his island he was angered by this but he could not attack. "I want this island to be pure!" Gaze said he looked at his guards "I want you to send my best scouts to search for any other natives in the path way to Conitor also bring some food and valuable objects with them for a greater chances of making the natives allies,".The guards saluted and went to tell the orders he had made "I hope the city of Conitor will accept my religion and join me,".
Fire watched as food for soldiers was brought onto the training grounds from 'The Tower'. "You know," Stretch said, "We really outta build more training grounds." Fire sighed, "You're right, get some of our people to build a few more training grounds."
(New Map is up!) "It is nice to meet with you once more Lord Minius." Jakus said to the leader of the Minimusiums. "As well I." he replied. "Shall we get negotiations started?" "That would be best."
An engraving was made after scouting attempts returned from the east Scouting summary 1: Coast line stop east and then expands way north, more lands discovered westward The force scouting soon turns its attention way westwards, following along the southern coast of island. No other tribes/civilization encountered yet. The city of Boria has seen little growth but morale remains high.
Gaze was in his map room until a guard appeared "Sir! We have the trip ready to Conitor!" Gaze nodded and he walked to the carriage the trip lasted for a couple of hours until he had finally got to Conitor. The guards opened the gates for him and he made it to the castle to find the king of the city he tried to convert him and be his ally and he promised him good amounts of gold if he accepts.
The Native Campaign had not gone smoothly, but they had completed it nonetheless. As his people celebrated and his cities and fortresses rose, he became weary of there newly found neighbor. "The Incendia nation hm? I'm sure they will be much more acceptable then those natives." He nodded and turned to his diplomat. "Turn to the Incendia nation and offer our hoof of friendship and trade. But make sure to spy on them as well, learn of there economy and see if they have any weakness I can play on." "Yes, My lord!"
"Sir, a diplomat from the imperium wishes to see you!" Called out stretch. Fire groaned, "Those savages? Whatever, let him in."
The Diplomat walked in with his head held high and was led to Firebreeze. He took out a scroll from his saddle and cleared his throat before speaking. "My Lord, and King, Facade Quillmane. Had offered his hoof in friendship and trade. If you wish to accept, he will be glad. If not..." He closed his scroll and smirked at him. "We'll leave that to the imagination won't we? So. Your answer Sir Firebreeze?"
Rolls: Glory: Skilled Negotiatier: +1 Cunning: +2 Stubborn: -1 Mimumius: Independent: +2 Open-minded: -1 Rolled: Glory:11+2=13 Mimumius:2+1=3 Result: Mimumius becomes vassal of Glory (How do I keep getting these good rolls?!) Gomork: Seeking conversion: +1 Confident: -1 Charismatic: +2 Conitor: Independent minded: +2 Rolled: Gomork:6+2=8 Conidor:6+2=8 Result: Diplomatic Stalemate
"First of all, let me say I feel insulted by your little threat there." Fire said with disgust, "One does not ask for friendship and then threaten those he asked for friendship with." Stretch turned to Firebreeze, "It may be a good idea to ally with them so we may avoid a pointless war, sir..." "Fine, I accept..."
"We threten to show we are no pushover. Sir. But nonetheless I'm glad we may be trade partners. Our people will be glad to trade textiles and our other goods. You will see our first caravans in a few days. Good day." The Diplomat rolled up his scroll and began his trip back to his kingdom. In a few days he reached the castle and reported the results. "Sir...I also noticed they were mainly agricultural. If we were to wait for them to...befall an agricultural accident. I'm sure there economy would be weakened greatly!" Facade smiled and rubbed his hoof together while he sat on his throne. "Excellent..." Then we shall wait patiently."
"I don't trust them, Stretch." Fire said. "I can understand why." Stretch replied. "I want their caravans searched before they enter." "But sir..." "I don't bloody trust them... They could turn on us at any minute, I can just feel it!"
A week later a report came upon Facade which angered him more and more as he read it. "They defiled out caravans and searched them?! Rough handled the drivers and traders? I offer my hoof in friendship and I get this?!" He spat on the report and chucked it away. "That's it! Speed up the the training of the our main legions! They will be the spearhead our invasion force! The Mercenaries will now be our auxiliary forces! Now, Now!" Facade roared sending ponies scattering in every direction. "Double guards on the fortress watching the borders! I want to know every army movement they are doing!"
"What do you mean they roughed up the driver!" Fire yelled at a soldier reporting to him, "I said search them, not tear through them, dammit!" He facehooved and shook his head, "Somepony send a messenger to express our apologies. Take some food and gold as gifts... I need to avoid a full on war!"
Facade looked down on the messenger giving him food and gold as an apology. "I don't think so. I will not allow this to go unpunished. I will not be appeased by mere gold and food! He needs to learn that he can not step on the Imperium! What I demand is a political prisoner! If there is one more screw up I will kill him! Do it or I swear fire will reign down on his kingdom! He has a week to respond! NOW BEGONE!"
After hearing what Facade had to say, Fire simply laughed, "Who does he think he is? I won't stand for this kind of arrogance! I want fireballs burning down their towns! I want the rams smashing through their walls! I want the blood of his sorry soldiers! Prepare the men, the catapults, and the rams. We charge tonight. We show mercy only to the citizens who survive our fires!"
"Sir! Increased military movement! Our forts are already on high alert!" The Scout reported breathlessly. Facade ordered a map of the island brought to him and looked over it. "Our six border Fortresses are highly prepared for attack. Guards are on high alert. Catapaults, Balista's, and Oil is primed and ready! Only six Imperium Guard groups have been trained and armed and sent to each fortress." Facade nodded and grinned evilly. "Defense is not enough. I want the Catapults firing Incendiary pots out in the fields! Burn there fields! Burn there people! Show him the fury of our technology! Also! Send in dozens of scouts, send them through all different locations on the border! Light anything on fire! Send them all through hell!" "Yes, My lord!"
"I need some guards stationed at home and scattered across the land, you never know what they'll try! First launch our fireballs at them from afar, then we send in the rams, with the soldiers not too far behind." Fire said to all of his commanders. ((Let's wait for Snow now.))
(Alright guys, this is going to be really complex. Each border city provides two die for you, then the 6 for the countryside battle, so you each get 30 rolls, and then the winner of the huge roll goes on the offensive then I'll have to roll for each individual thing, so give me some time to work this out.) Fighters: Incendia: Highly loyal troops: +3 Experience: +2 Fighting a major nation: -2 Proper Causus Belli: +1 Imperium: Experience: +2+(National Ability)Bloodied=4 Part Mercenary Army: -1 Scared Troops(Of you): -1+1 Fighting a major nation: -2 Proper Causus Belli: +1 Rolled: Incendia: 113+4=117 Imperium: 110+2=112 Result: Hard Fought Victory; Incendia gets the offensive