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​THE FOUNDING OF SMAILHOLM

In the world of Arvahall, lies the Kingdom of Smailholm. Founded by Sir Rief a short time ago, this growing community of friendly citizens, exquisite artisans, and fierce warriors, lies to the south of the Great Hermgray Mountains. It's fertile soil yields the finest of grapes that are used to make wines that would rival those of any world. Our groves of fruited trees and rows of planted seeds, along with the game that our seasoned hunters take, allow our people to enjoy feasts of an unimaginable scale.
It has been said that the craftsmen of Smailholm produce such fine pieces, that the Great Spirits themselves are even envious of them. Our stone and marble workers use only the finest material from the Valley of Younce, and our woodsmen select only the finest trees in Birkshire Forrest.
Sir Rief was granted this land by the Laird of Torwoodlee, in exchange for his heroic and faithful service as Chief Military Commander. Bringing with him only his wife, children, and two other families, they have built a village that is expected to prosper so as to protect not only their own people, but those of surrounding villages. Although Sir Rief is a kind and just man, he is a fearless warrior king, that will defend his land to the very last drop of his own blood. Many negotiations have been made to acquire adjoining lands, and when negotiations fell through, the enemy lived only long enough to see the tip of a warriors spear.
In the Tavern of Tye, patrons enjoy fine ales and wines, and they can even fill their stomachs with the finest meals prepared in it's kitchen. The future of Smailholm, our children, attend educational classes at the Yoj School. General arithmetic, reading and writing are taught to all students until the age of 16. It is at this time when the male students choose either an apprenticeship under the guide of a craftsman or begin their training for military service. Both male and female students at the age of 16 are free to take up either animal husbandry or agriculture on their family farms. 16 year old females are encouraged, though not required, to assist the older women in Smailholm with the making of fine fabrics and clothing. Recently, the potters have expressed interest in the young women for apprenticeships with them, knowing that their young, delicate fingers will create phenomenal works of vases and statuary.
Smailholm is constantly changing and adapting to modern technologies gained from the knowledge of those from conquered or acquired lands. Long live Smailholm, and may the Great Spirits watch over her people and King.
 

DeletedUser7406

PackCatland
My city's Landscape is optimized and well organized.
When you visit my humble city, you will easily find your way around without the need of a tour guide.
Happiness, Production, and Residential buildings in my city are grouped together neatly arranged.
There is a little of something for everyone.
Whether you want to Motivate or Polish my grand city, it is very easy to satisfy the needs of the city or the needs of your personal quests.


TBC....
 

DeletedUser12629

Zdravo,

Moje ime je Washington 10. Mesto se lepo razvija in rastemo iz dneva v dan. S sosedi ni kakšnih večjih tezav :)
 

DeletedUser12636

As Lancelot went his way through the forest he met with many hermits who dwelled ther

a man is only a man a women only a women...
 

DeletedUser12632

My Town

Who wouldn't want to live in Tywapity Bottoms.
Sitting on the banks of the Tywapity river, it is rich in ancient history and there is always plenty to see and do. Steeped in history with many ancient buildings to explore there is always adventure abound for those willing to seek it. For the sophistcated taste there is theater and arts, a drive-in movie for those young at heart and a large zoo for those even younger at heart.
Industry flurishes with a diverse population from many backgrounds from the smithy, tailor and potter. Now there are plenty jobs in cutting edge industies with little unemployment. Our infrastructure is solid with new roads constainty being built and a intracal subway system. The water plant and pumping station up to date and use the latest technology for pure clean water anytime. For those of you with military background, come join our forces, there are plenty of opportunities in our military. Come join our workforce in any capacity and be prosporious.
There is plenty of housing in Tywapity Bottoms, call the local realitor and be wowed by the diverse housing options. From quaint bungalows to luxury homes and plenty in between. You can move to the suburbs or enjoy highrise appartments downtown....it's all up to you.
If shopping is your game, Tywapity Bottoms is your place too with many high end shops. There is also a local farmers market with produce straight from the farm and a local deli with an abundance of fresh goods.
Nothing not to like here at Tywapity Bottoms, even the weather is a nice 70 deg. year round. Voted number one in hospitality by trip advisor, just one visit and you'll be hooked, hope to see you soon.
 

DeletedUser12351

The City Of Intergaard

Intergaard

The bustling metropolis of Intergaard lies in a rugged country near to the sea. It has successfully overcome a long difficult struggle to gain its fortune and independence, waging historic battles but also shrewdly entreating its enemies to yield territory rather than face the wrath of its force. Its once mighty armies, so valiant and true, are now however but a revered memory in the annals of the past.

The current Intergaard is multicultural city given to merriment and song rather than to the drumbeat of war. Moving through the historic area of the city the changes are apparent from the early development of a small town seeking to protect itself from a hostile landscape to a bold new country able to build wonderful palaces and great buildings. The great buildings show the importance placed on having strong armies able to go forth and conquer, instilling fear of reprisal in any enemy considering raids for plunder.

As Intergaard moved on in time and its cities grew more modern the influence of the French style market places were implanted from the many people from the area who were either forced into the armies or other services during the early conquests, or later migrated to a land now rich in opportunity. The Historic District holds the nostalgic might and charms of earlier times along with some of its customs. On the opposite side of the city the french Chateau and courtyard also became a cornerstone in the modern area of the city where grandeur is incorporated into a nature setting.

Next to the Chateau you will find young urban and suburbanites who bring merriment and song to a very high level. For good or evil Intergaard has its suburbs with all of the pleasures and vices inherent in the modern city. Although its workers still toil to produce goods and to spend coins, the work places are different now than in ages gone by. The city has progressed now to become a major trading center bringing influences and goods from all over the world. The greatest influence has come from America with its wide open spaces and decadent luxuries.

For all wishing to come to Intergaard there is many ways to earn a living, from farming and ranching to working downtown in shops and factories. From suits and ties to T-shirts and sandals. For those on holiday or vacation there is a Key West style beach looking out over a bay leading to the ocean. The Pina Coladas are a specialty but you can find about anything else there you seek.

We are a peaceful people here in Intergaard, laid back and happy. But we are also easily aroused, and biding our time until we find new worlds to explore and conquer. Let the vagaries of time do as they will, we take it all in stride.

For now, let there be peace and merriment, song and wine and tales of yore. Yet awaiting the day when once again the battle horns will blow, plowshares beaten into swords, and heroic battles fought in distant lands.
 

DeletedUser8759

My city

My name is Braken. I started my town named Eastland just over a year ago. We have grown fast in technology and we are in the post modern age. We have 12 great buildings. We like our prefabricated high-rises with nice views of the city. Wherever possible we planted trees to enhance the looks of the city. Some other decorations would have given us slightly more happiness but we like the trees better.
In production we have a farm, a toy factory, 3 aircraft factories, a junkyard, a large confectionary and a beach bar to keep the parties rolling. We have a nice modern military for defense and attack. Our favorite things to do are go to the drive in theaters and the observatory.
 

DeletedUser12626

War, what is it good for? Simple observation of any FoE Neighborhood leads to the inevitable conclusion: War is "cause to the effect" Economics. (No, no! Propaganda does not equal Reason. Battles were never fought over God, unless that city worships Coins and Supplies. Ha!)



Oh, I'm so sorry – caught me in between mood swings. Embarrassing? Not really, sort of happens to me from time to time.



Hey, don't suppose I might ask two really strange questions? Well, one more strange question, since that was my 1[SUP]st[/SUP] odd inquiry. Right! Now for the 2[SUP]nd. [/SUP]Ever feel you exist in the wrong time?



Really! Cool! Regards business companions, I never know if their right until I meet them. Hello. I'm the Doctor. Oh, and officially President Of Time (POT for short – Time isn't the boss of me.)



Okay, this way then. Ignore that sign; just push! The door opens in. Go ahead, everyone says it: FoE is much, much, bigger on the inside. (Actually the Tower of Babel did fit inside rather nicely, except for squeezing thru that door.)



Hate to ask more of you, but could you pull that lever on your left? That's it, thank you. I'll just twist this knob here, and – you best hold on to something! Never could resist pushing little red buttons.



And we're here, I think... Outside those 2 doors is the city of New Gallifrey. Located? Well, it's in a networked star system within the constellation of Fel Dranghyr. Course it's not the orginal! Someone would sue. It's new, hense the name: New Gallifry. Still, far outside your Milky Way galaxy. (So yes, FoE in a way is both a Time Machine and Spaceship. Ha!)



Relax, enjoy; we have all the time in the world. I made advance reservations for you at the local Inn. Mini-bar included, stocked with raspberry favored Gallifrian Spring Water. (“Get drunk for life.” Guaranteed to add +20. Copy-write pending).



Check out the Gallifrian Theater. Literally, I spent diamonds on that. Wow, and look up at Alexandria's Lighthouse. Ooh, shiny! Completing a Great Building makes a city manager proud. Don't stop! Continue walking up that cobbled road and you'll see Zeus. (Lord knows what awaits when a good man goes to war.)



Wowzers, I got'a run! Yes, me - I'm off. Running off, that's right... Summer Casino is over, so begins my "Run Thru High Middle Ages". Sort of like the 1960s renaissance, but with a production base so my community's foreign policy can be Public Giving. (Look Wife! No Military buildings. Love, love!)



One final note, regards my hair color. Ginger? Awe, I wanted to be ginger. I've never been ginger! (And you, FoE game designers, why not a male icon with ginger hair? This portrait is sort of just... brown. Fat lot of good you are. Yet still cool if you vote for me, your President, the Doctor.)
 

DeletedUser12557

My name is Negarnegar in the world Arvahal in us1
I'm from Iran,Farsi is my native language
There is no server for my country, that is why I use the American server
My English is poor and I'm barely able to communicate with others
I used google translate to write text and the help from a member of the guild to write this text.
I have been playing this game for about 14 months.
Among the strategic games I have seen this one is the BEST
I do not have a bank account to buy Diamonds, so I am trying to earn diamonds
Biggest problem with this game is I waste a lot of time polishing. Especially when the internet speed is low. Daily it takes me one hour to polish/motivate.
Special events like the Casino makes the game exciting. If it is repeated every month it would be AWESOME
 

Loadedwilly

New Member
SilverBeach, Houndsmoor

Sparkling silver sand beaches are only the beginning of the attractions to be found at SilverBeach. Full-service hotels, vacation rental options, and camping facilities insure that all visitors will find their perfect home away from home. After you check in you may wish to take a culinary tour and enjoy a delicious menu of dining experiences unlike anyplace else on the Houndsmoor coast. Our renowned chefs specialize in French, Italian and Mediterranean cuisines. Informal and inexpensive dining options are also available across the peninsula and, of course, feature fresh local produce and seafood.

SilverBeach is the perfect place to enjoy all water sports. Visitors and residents often cruise the crystal clear water by boat, surf board, kite-board, kayak, or paddle board. The annual marlin tournaments provide ideal opportunities to reel in a trophy-sized fish. Surfing and underwater spear fishing competitions are available for those who wish to test their skills. The beaches feature flotillas of sailboats and world-class fireworks every summer weekend.

Visitors find great enjoyment by venturing away from the magnificent beaches to interact with permanent residents and elite armed forces. Many current residents began as vacationers who decided they wanted to live here permanently. Our Marketplaces date back to the Early Middle Ages and our Tower Ruin to the Late Middle Ages. Locals believe the Tower Ruin spirits protect SilverBeach from nature’s tantrums and obnoxious plundering neighbors.

Amazing parades and spectacular military maneuvers always attract a throng of viewers. Our precision Lancer brigade is the envy of all Houndsmoor. When they join with our Howitzers and Riflemen, the Army dominates our neighbors and secures provinces loaded with raw materials and riches. Spectators regularly view glorious military tournament victories.

SilverBeach has roots all the way back to the Stone Age. Excavations have recovered artifacts dated between 4000 and 3800 BCE. Local legend says the beauty of our sand cast a spell over our founder, Loadedwilly I, and that he was consumed by the desire to build an entire city of sand. Houndsmoor royalty identified the city's location as an ideal retreat from the stress of real life during the High Middle Ages. Our location was known as "S then C no P". SilverBeaches took its current name when Loadewilly CMXXII got motivated and entered our city into a Forge of Empires contest on August 29, 2014. The name SilverBeach was selected because the abundance of mica in our sand creates a magical silvery glisten whenever sunlight is present, and our city won several beach buildings during the summer quest.

Railroads initially provided the mass transit our area needs to be internationally appreciated. SilverBeach became the playground of British and German aristocrats like Queen Victoria and Kaiser Willhelm II. Many members of the Rothschild family came to call SilverBeach home. Artists and writers sought inspiration in the area’s amazing natural beauty. For example, Pablo Picasso, Henri Matisse, Edith Wharton, Somerset Maugham, and Aldous Huxley all frequented SilverBeach. Famous performers including Elton John and Brigitte Bardot have estates here.


The future of SilverBeach is bright because of a stable government, mighty Army, thriving tourist industry, diversified industrial and goods base, solid infrastructure, and great University. Silver University is one of the most prestigious research Universities in the world, and supports our local economy by providing a skilled workforce and educated leaders essential for progress. Magnificent Great Buildings made possible by generous alumni including Charlemagne, himself, are a special feature of our University. Mayer Amschel Rothschild's 1782 endowment permitted construction of the University's world famous Natural Histoy Museum, which displays regional artifacts such as Homo heidelbergensis skulls.

Growth and prosperity are also assured by our guild, the Dragon Warriors. Dragon Warriors is blessed with generous, wise, energetic, friendly and experienced men and women.
Our dynamic guild grows its fortunate members with outstanding trading support and a leveling-up program for Observatories. Loadedwilly CMXXII is not only the leader of SilverBeach, but he is also Co-founder and Communicator for Dragon Warriors. His efforts are focused on bringing about guild consensus and providing the opportunity for a prosperous future for every guild member.
 
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My name is Alexander Lucas, and I am the leader of a vast and diverse city which currently goes by the rather odd name of Polish. I say currently, because in all likelihood, it will have a different name next week.

Here’s the thing: I am a dictator. I hate the word, and I certainly don’t allow its use in my presence, but that’s the truth. I try to be benevolent, but the fact of the matter is that I am both greedy and prone to capricious action. This can quite often take the form of unexpectedly bulldozing entire sections of the city. It can also, quite frequently, manifest as an unprovoked attack on one of my previously friendly neighbors, if they have something I want. Or just because I feel like it. I’m selfish, vain, and childish. And yet my people love me.

My citizens have virtually no rights. I own all the dwellings in the city and won’t tolerate a rent payment that is one minute late. If I am in need of additional revenue, I will throw up more and larger houses with correspondingly higher rents. When I need land for another purpose, I’ll knock these down and force large numbers of folks to simply get lost.

You might assume that these people must be idiots to stand for such treatment.Not so! They have shown themselves to be remarkably adaptive and intelligent. In an average lifespan, one of them might be required to master half a dozen different jobs, because I bulldoze shops and factories just as indiscriminately as I do their homes. These people are vocational quick-change artists.

So why, you ask, would they remain unflinchingly loyal to me?

The name of the city. I let them choose it.

When I first assumed control, the place had the dreadful name of Empty Grass Field. I quickly changed this to Alexander Lucas’s City., and boy was there a lot of grousing abou that! I tried out different variations like Alucity and Alexity, but kept hearing the same complaints: What about all the Grass? And the Fields? And the Emptiness? It was exasperating,

So finally, I gave up, and issued a decree (I LOVE issuing decrees) that henceforth the name of the city would be determined by popular vote. A vote that could be called for by anyone, at any time, with the sole exception being me. This was to be a function of the masses, and I would take to part in it whatsoever.

This was an idea I originally came up with simply because I was tired of dealing with the issue, and wanted to devote all my attention to poorly advised wars, amateur city planning, general bulldozering, and my primary love, which is carrying on inane chatter with fellow Dictators.

And it worked, all right. I could scarcely walk from one soon-to-be-obsolete building to another without hearing animated discourse about the next, and of course best-yet, City Name.

And I have remained true to my word. I’ve stayed out of it even when there were periods of time when the place was called outrageous things like “SOK/KQPSC” and “St. Basils!!!!” .

I hope you have a chance to come visit some day. It’s a bit difficult to find, as the city has the weird propensity to occasionally transport itself spontaneously to another position, but that’s a different story...
 

DeletedUser

Valhalla, the Great Hall of Warriors. The honor of battle bestows a place in the Great Hall of the Norseman. The most fierce warrior explorers of our age. Spanning 3 ages of warriors, Valhalla can fight with the best of same age. Though Valhalla stands alone it is really a story of a Guild, Ragnar's Damned. To Forge an Empire, to best the rest, one must be a part of Guild. For the Guild to be strong each member must fulfill a role that benefits the guild and player.


Valhalla is a leader of warriors. The Great Buildings are dedicated to power in war. Statue of Zeus, Cathedral of Aachen, and Castle del Monte support the warriors in battle against other Guilds. The Observatory supplies the Guild for growth and supports the power that is Ragnar's Damned. Hagia Sophia and The Tower of Babel produce goods and knowledge that builds Valhalla's strength.


Leadership is done by example. Valhalla fights hard and bravely and so do the warriors who are mentored by Valhalla. Goods are produced but trading is handled by specialists who find gathering of wealth most satisfying.


Ambassadors find new friends and allies. They recruit new members and let the world know the strength of Ragnar's Damned.


Our Guild Master is a mighty warrior with extensive wisdom. Valhalla is the GvG Commander in all ages. All members of the guild have a role to play and are held to standards above the morals of other guilds. The buildings are merely tools available to all. It is not the buildings that win battles but how they are used. Warriors focus on barracks at the expense of goods. Traders maintain a minimal army for defense and guild support but focus on generating goods needed to conquer the land.

Knowledge is shared by all as all members are mentors or mentored. We work together to be the best. Is that not the goal to Forge the Greatest Empire of all? Ragnar's Damned is more than a collections of towns with buildings. It is a state of mind, a brotherhood for total is greater than the sum of individual parts.

Salute warriors of FoE. Shall you earn your place in Valhalla either as part of Ragnar's Damned, an ally, or as a honored foe slain on the battlefield.


GvG Operations Commander Todderick, Executive Officer, Ragnar's Damned
 
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DeletedUser6564

My City

As I stand overlooking my Modern city, many thoughts of my ancestors enter my mind. They would be proud of what our family has created. The city was founded in the countryside by those seeking a new life. The people suffered many hardships from bad housing to lack of food. But the continued on always committed to building a better city. Oh, there were problems. The Great Whiskey Uprising led to much of the city being left I ruins. I was later determined that the over production of the breweries may have been one of e causes. After much hard work the city returned to normal. Halloween brought much stress to the city, but the harvest took place. Another difficult time was the Time of the Great Defacing which , during a time of discontent, the people found eggs lying about the city and began throwing them at the buildings. After much hardship our city has become a modern city, and our people are and responsible citizens.
 

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My name is Count Curtis Jackson, third son of Count Masterful Jackson, master of the lands south of Nashville in the land of Tennessee commonly called Williamson. We are loyal supporters of the most high King of Tennessee, although we would have preferred another sit on the throne.

At planting time in my twenty third year, I married the Countess Maria daughter of the King of the lands of Kentucky. The marriage was an arranged marriage to seal the peace between our two lands. While I did not see my bride until our marriage, I must confess I could not have made a better choice myself. My Maria is intelligent, beautiful and ambitious.

I think she was a bit disappointed in being forced to wed the third son of the Count; likely to rise no further in the royalty since my father did not support the current King of our lands. In truth, I held her same opinion but had been reluctant to voice my concerns. When Maria’s father, King Wilhelm, sent her a messenger with an urgent request to consider urging me to leave the land of Tennessee and travel westward to the uninhabited land of Missouri, we were receptive to the chance to start fresh in a new land. King Wilhelm promised his support with supplies, soldiers, craftsmen and his blessings.

I discussed the idea with my father, Count Masterful. He was reluctant to see me leave but understood my desire to conquer a new land and become King of that land. He pledged to assist me in the task of establishing trade routes to take advantage of the rich land west of the mighty Mississippi River.

Thus during harvest of that year, Maria and I set out for our destiny with a small contingent of servants and soldiers. King Wilhelm’s settlers, soldiers and craftsmen were to meet us in the western part of his lands bound by the mighty river. Within fourteen days we connected with the King’s men and proceeded to the River.

Crossing the River was not easy, but a few boats were felled from the forest and crafted into sturdy boats. The King’s craftsmen were so talented; we did not lose any supplies or people. Within a short time we landed on the opposite shore. The party was jubilant. They immediately began chanting “Long Live King Curtis”. I was flattered but refused to accept their coronation: I told them, “When I have earned the title of king, I will accept it from you.”

We traveled westward away from the River. The land was beautiful and each day saw us camping on a spot worthy of settling. But still we pressed westward. On the dawn of the seventh day of our journey, as the Sun was rising in the East, I set my eyes to the West. The morning fog lingered on the ground and rose above the trees. I stood there, seeing nothing but dense gray fog; suddenly out of the early morning I heard the shrill of an eagle. When I turned my head to seek the great guardian of the air, I saw; a beautiful omen. I saw above the mist, above the trees, the snow covered tops of a mountain range.

I yelled at the top of my lungs, “We are home”. Quickly I woke the camp and we left, taking only the time necessary to pack our supplies. The excited Maria raced ahead, disregarding the shouts of her protection detail. I could hear her loud rushing through the underbrush. Suddenly the noise stopped. There was an eerie silence and then the louds shouts of joy and excitement. The camp rushed to the noise. When we broke through the tree line, we beheld a sight that took our breath away. Before our expectant eyes stood the magnificent mountain range rising skyward. To the left was a quiet smooth lake kissed by several trees groves. In the valley at the foot of the mountain was a level plain inviting us to plant crops and build houses and a new life.

As we marched toward the base of the mountain, the people once again chanted, “Jackson, Jackson, Jackson”. Not willing to disappoint them again, I reluctantly agreed to name the Godsend Paradise, “Jackson”.

That how Jackson began. Times were not easy, we had to build huts and gather food. The natives were not happy with our arrival so we had to suffer through many attacks on our little hamlet until we were able to build a sufficient military presence to repel these efforts to expel us from the land. The city of Jackson is a testament to the actions and sacrifices of those brave and determine first settlers.

My am old now and will no longer enjoy the fruits of my dear Maria’s impossible dream. She is buried on the crest of Lookout Mountain, surveying the land she was determined for us to have. It was she who named the mountain Lookout because she said it provide the best view of our land.

Gradually, with great effort, we grew. We sent many of our sons and daughters out to settle the land. They are our neighbors now, our trading partners, our friends. Some are larger than ourselves, no matter, we are all from the sturdy stock of those first pioneers. Count Masterful became the King of the land of Tennessee and was instrumental in our joining one of the superior guild trading units in all the country. When you visit our city, you will see the fruits of our efforts.

The palace sets at the base of Lookout, protecting us from the north. Streets radiant from the palace along cobble streets. To the southwest several streets lead to some of the most beautiful homes in the realm. To the southeastern corridor are our craftsmen. We produce an abundance of raw materials such as gold, iron, limestone, fine wine and fruits. Our cobblers craft shoes that are sought by everyone in three kingdoms. And our jewelry, it is beyond compare. Our craftsmen can not keep up with the demand.

I want you to come see our city. It is clean, it is beautiful, it is fun. In a typical day you might visit the Victory Arch directly in front of the palace and have your picture taken through the Arch with the Palace in the background. You can wander through the city and gaze at the statutes and flower gardens on your way to the best marketplace in town. After filling your baskets with the finest goods, you will head to the entertainment center, Jack Caws Inn. All the food is tasteful and the home brewed ale is the best in the land. Do not leave Jack’s until you and had a plate of his dry rubbed barbequed ribs. He claims the rub is from an old family recipe and the hogs have been raised just for the purpose of being the juiciest in the Kingdom. If you are not too full, go down to the public bath to relax in the warm waters. The day will still be young as the evening shadows from the mountain fall over the city. The lights begin to appear. The brightest come from the Tivoli stage. Our own acting troupe directed by young Will Shakes will delight you with comedy, drama and sometimes just plain silliness. You are always guaranteed to have a fun time. And, by the way, admission is free.

As the night creeps in, I would encourage you to take the tram to the top of Lookout Mountain and view the most beautiful city in Paradise. This is my home and it could be yours.
 

DeletedUser10456

THE STORY OF MY KINGDOM

The eastern winds blow through a small Kingdom, whispering of legends from the past.
When Kingdoms were forged by men and women of greatness. While many of the Kingdoms
may be grandeur, None of them match the newly formed Kingdom of "MMykal's" for it's storied
past. As legend says this Kingdom is ruled by none other than the great golden dragon "Slayer".
It is said that 1000 years ago "Slayer" Terrorized all the Kingdoms, burning down whole cities,
looting their gold and slaying their defenders by the hundreds. Then long ago "Slayer" seemed
to have dissapeared..the looting stopped..no more fires..and the people looked to the skies
wondering.."what happened to the Dragon"? Some say he was slain..others, that he died of
old age. But the Kingdom of "MMykal's" feel they know the true answer. Because on the very
day "Slayer" was no longer seen in the skies above, a Knight in golden armor rode into this then
small village. He was riding a great war horse whom was adorned with gold and jewels
snorting fire into the cold night air. He called to the villagers.." I AM A GREAT KNIGHT..AND
IF YOU WILL HAVE ME AS YOUR KING? I SHALL BUILD A GREAT KINGDOM AROUND YOUR SMALL
VILLAGE. I WILL ENSURE THAT YOUR GOLD, CROPS AND RESOURCES ARE NEVER PILLAGED
AGAIN! The villagers huddled together, and the whispers were of a Legend.."The Great
Golden Dragon "Slayer". They Knew upon that day that Their Village would become a GREAT
kingdom ruled by none other than "Slayer" himself! Though now in human form he goes by the
Name of MMYKAL. King MMYKAL! Now 80 years after that day, the people in MMYKAL'S
Realm enjoy ALLL that he had promised. For these walls have NEVER been breached,
Not a single gold coin plundered and the fields bare fruit and feed like no other!
An Empired Forged not from a man or woman of greatness but from a Legend, "Slayer" the
Golden Dragon!!!!
 

DeletedUser5020

In the land of Dunarsund rose a mighty lord. He was heralded by many as a great leader. Through many bloody battles for territory his allies and himself forged a beautiful city dubbed Terredesrois. A small translation would reveal this city to be the land of kings. Great rulers visit the city often to admire the Great Buildings, cultural sites, decorations, and lovely residential buildings. The city, indeed beautiful, was not developed from great craftsmanship but by bloodshed, sweat, and tears. This man knew how to rally support for his mighty army and battle through any opponent; pillaging lands as he went, all for the betterment of his people.
This ruler, went by the name Arch, Lord Arch as he was called. His city thrives still today as he continues his work to secure more land and expand to unknown regions of the outlying forest and beaches. In all actuality, he would not be the ruler he is without the support of Terredesrois. His cauldrons overflow with coin, his resource warehouses burst, and goods flow aplenty. The city has withstood the test of time as it was erected in the Bronze Age and moved through to Post-Modern Era. Huts gave way to finely constructed homes, meat houses to different types of manufacturing buildings, all while holding on to the name "Land of Kings".
Many have tried to breech the defenses of Terredesrois, some successful, but most have failed. No city is perfect, but if you ask anyone around Dunarsund which is best, Terredesrois would roll right off their tongue. As the armies swarm from the gates of the city neighbors tremble, bracing for the onslaught they cannot stop. The people of this city are massive and their military prowess unspeakable. The once strong spear men and archers, slowly gave way to tanks, and all sorts of technology to easily crush any opponent. Just a peak inside the city will show many outposts where true warriors are trained.
Lord Arch is a fair ruler. Terredesrois one of the best in Dunarsund. If you don't believe this to be true, then stop by for a visit. If friendly, you can gladly come in. The people love visitors and get really motivated by the tourists. If you do not come on friendly terms, then the first thing you will get to see is Terredesrois's military... and you won't be staying long :D
 

DeletedUser12075

Achaeus City & the Coming War: A hunter's tale

From: Raphael the Hunter,
The city of Achaeus 4 the Hawk
September 7, 1289 A.D.

To: Hannis the Headstrong

Dear Hannis,

It has been quite a week in Achaeus City and one that may reverberate for generations to come. You will be hearing about it, if you haven’t already, and you will be wondering if I am the “Raphael” everyone is talking about. Well, yes, I admit reluctantly that it is me and my neck is still on my shoulders. (For the present anyway.)

It all started late in the afternoon on the last day of August, on North Boulevard, outside of the brickworks. A group of young men, hot heads really, had gathered to talk about war. They put on quite a show shouting down each other with arguments about how it was inevitable and how the city was unprepared and how another guild was nipping away at our territory and that if we waited too long we will lose our home base. Well, you know the arguments better than I.

Someone asked my opinion and, of course, I gave it to them. Yes, I said, I agree with everything you are saying but the city elders have been through his before and they know the economic toll it will take and what a setback it will mean to our scientific research. Well, before I knew it they were pushing me up North Boulevard toward Town Hall, slapping me on the back, telling me that I was the perfect spokesman because I made all of the traditional arguments but supported war anyway. By pushing me to the front it made me look very much like the leader of this mob, putting my very life in jeopardy.

My instincts were telling me that it was too late to run and any denial on my part would not be believed by the old, paranoid men who run the Town Hall and that I better go with it and try to use my wits to get out of the mess I was in.

The tall, flamboyant and popular Count Mecklenburg, himself, was standing outside on the steps, preening like a peacock, in all of his glory, laughing with the crowds and letting them whisper and point at his colorful clothes and his jewels. (I swear he had a ring on every finger.)

His appearance momentarily confused the mob of young men who were pushing me to the front.
It turned out that the City Council had just recessed and the Counselors were scattering for their homes. We realized that His Majesty, old Achaeus 4 the Hawk, was not only in the city but was still inside the Town Hall at that very moment and would likely see and hear the shouts from our mob that had arrived from the brickworks.

Some of the nearby soldiers started manhandling people to make way for the departing Council members but Mecklenburg, resplendent in his robes and jewels, his face beaming with amusement, ordered the soldiers back. And then turning to the mob he asked cheerfully, “What is this all about?”

And then, so help me, one of the young men announced grandly, “Our leader, Raphael, here, challenges your highness to a debate about the need to be armed and ready to defend our sector in the Guild Wars. We must build barracks!” Which was followed by cheers from the young bucks in the crowd.

Mecklenburg now laughed generously. “Okay,” he said, “Let’s talk. Where is your Raphael?”

I was pushed forward, up the steps, while others in the crowd shouted for silence. And so, your friend, Raphael, who used to hunt deer with you, but who could not hit the old Theatre with an arrow from ten yards away, began debating the great Count Mecklenburg on why he should tear down his legendary city with its glorious trees to make room for old Iron Age barracks and stables just so we could fight in the Guild Wars.

I can only thank God that Count Rumpert had not yet emerged from the Hall. If it had been he, instead of Mecklenburg on those steps, I have no doubt that I would even now be a tortured soul in the dungeons of Achaeus City, confessing to all kinds of crimes I hadn’t committed and you, too Hannis, as well as all of my other friends, would be arrested, waiting their turn on the rack.

Mecklenburg is so cocky. He is much too confident and full of himself to be threatened by anyone like me. Achaeus always defends him and, of course, the city reveres him, especially the women. So here we were, standing in the shade of his grand Baobab trees, all gifts from his successes at the Summer Festival.

“Where would you put your barracks,” he asked?

And that was the rub. There is no way we can have Iron Age barracks without tearing down the Grove of Zeus and wiping out streets lined with trees. And if we tear down the Grove we lose the very thing that makes us unique. It is our tourist attraction. It is the key to all of the visitors we attract and ultimately the investments in our Great Buildings. And, of course, it is a monument to the vanity of Mecklenburg who is the author of all of this city beautification.

It is a losing proposition. Why go ugly when it took so long to get beautiful? And why go back? Who wants Iron Age barracks when we are almost knocking at the doors of the Latter Middle Ages?

“It would not be permanent,” I said. “It would be short lived. The Grove could come back bigger and better than ever.”

At this there was a huge ruckus and then you could see that old King Achaeus was being helped out of the Town Hall, trembling and feeble, leaning on the shoulders of two young boys, they brought him to the front of the steps and the audience, including our young mob, all broke into cheers. Mecklenburg was practically groveling. I saw some old men were weeping. Young girls rushed to the front and threw bouquets of flowers on the steps.

I had never seen the King but he looked just like his image on the tapestry hanging in the Haggia Sophia, only 20 years older. I kept angling to see him in profile to see how he had changed from the face on our minted coins.

The audience began shouting for silence and then old Achaeus said very softly. “Who would be willing to fight in this Guild War?”

And the young men cheered. “We will! Send me! I will!”


Achaeus had this very sad, sad look on his face. I was close enough to hear him say softly, “Yes, I am afraid you will.”

Well, the talk all across town was that yours truly, Raphael, had convinced the elders to turn the city into a war camp to get us prepared for the Guild Wars. All of the credit (or blame) was on me.

Then, a few days later my father arranged a private sit down meeting at the tavern. I was stunned to see the beautiful Gabrielle arrive, looking tall, tanned and willowy. You will remember how I chased her for years and she never gave me the time of day. And with my father was old Crastus Bubblebus. You remember Bubblebus, our woodwork teacher at summer camp?

I can’t imagine two less likely companions for a meeting that the young and beautiful Gabrielle and the oily, bald and dirty Bubblebus. It turns out that he now represents the Southern District, with all the Shrines of Knowledge. (You can be sure his District won’t be touched by the coming renovation.)

In any case, he warned me that I was being used. That the City Council had already decided to build an Iron Age army and that even Mecklenburg had been satisfied in the meeting. Apparently they have committed to building an even bigger Grove with the next city expansion. And apparently Mecklenburg will get more rings for his fingers and garish, colorful costumes for his expanding wardrobe. When our mob conveniently showed up the Council hastily decided on the spot to let us take responsibility for the decision.

My father was worried. And it was deeply touching to me that Gabrielle was worried as well. According to Bubblebus they were delighted to have me take credit for the new arms race. When the people see their city transformed from beauty to an armed camp they will blame me. And when the young men marched off to the Guild Wars do not come back, they will also blame me.

But it is not all so bad. If we win the Guild Wars, my dear Hannis, then you may just be friends with Count Raphael. Ha. Think of it. And that was why Bubblebus was there. Gabrielle was there because she worried about me. He was there to remind me of summer camp and how he always believed in me, just in case, I turn out to be a hero. (I hate politics.)

By the time you come home you will not recognize Achaeus City. The Tavern will be gone, there will be a doctor’s clinic in its place. The wooded Grove will be a military camp, all the beautiful trees will be gone. The statue of Zeus will look stark and naked. There will be old, ugly Iron Age barracks all over the place.

Meanwhile, war is coming and all the terrible things that come with it. I write this letter in the middle of the night, unable to sleep, excited and hopeful, knowing that my life is headed toward a cataclysmic change. In a few days I will be a hero of Achaeus City or I will be buried in some far away battlefield. I will be no more, or I will be a star in the firmament of Achaeun history. It leaves me with wonder. Who can sleep at a moment like this?

Your friend,
Raphael “the Hunter.”
 

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A snap shot of an Industrial Age town

The T rex roars and shakes his head
The Jaegar infantry hides away in the woods
The Rifleman shoots but misses
All in the life of an industrial town
:)
The Phoenix soars into the sky
The Festive Tree twinkles in the light
Workers troop to the Textile Mill
All in the life of an industrial town
:)
The Coke ovens roars with life
The Rogues hide out to escape the noise
The kids go to the Confectionary for sweets
All in the life of an industrial town
:)
The Howitzers roars in attack
The Champions Retreat again
The Oasis beckons the workers to relax
All in the life of an industrial town
:)
The Chemical Plant roars to create medicine
The Zeus sits proudly up on it plinth
Old folk throw pennies into the Wishing Wells
All in the life of an industrial town
:)
The Watchfires roars, on the lookout for enemies
The Monastery defends all from harm
The students go to the Library to study
All in the life of an industrial town
:)
The Soccer Fan roars in delight
The Halls of Fame beckons to the villagers
The folk go to the Cathedral to worship and pray
All in the life of an industrial town
:)
The Coloseum roars with gladiatorial games
The Gunsmith makes the howitzers
People retreat to the Shrine of Knowledge to read the books
All in the life of an industrial town
:)
The drunken roars from the Saloon
Attracting the men from the Police station
And the people walk by on the sett paved roads
All in the life of an industrial town
:)
The wind roars around and around
The Palm Trees sway dangerously
And trousers fly wildly off the cloths lines
All in the life of an industrial town
:)


Harmony and evening descends, watched and guarded over by the King, Lighthouse and Gas Lamps
Time for bed, in the Urban Residences, Workers and Victorian Houses of an industrial town
:)
The future, no one knows
Further strife on continent and guild maps for sure
Attack and predation from Hoodies is most likely
But for the moment, peace reigns, in the life of an industrial town
:) :) :)
 
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The Tale of Astoria

Astoria, called by many the City of Walls, is a proud, hearty town. Astoria, though still a fairly young settlement, was born of blood and fire. Forsyth Didderot, the late Chief of Astoria, founded the town after being chased from his homeland by the unlawful, and bloodthirsty Usurper King Rathmorix. Didderot fled with his loyal subjects across the Narrows, the sea that separates Alleria from this new land, and with a heavy heart left his old life behind. . .to begin anew in a strange foreign land with much promise.
After several months on the sea, the terrain that would soon be known as Astoria came into sight. Didderot and his faithful men and women were weary from months aboard their ships, and after a few days of rest they began to build their town. Astoria is probably best known for its very first structure built. . .the walls. The walls of Astoria stand at an impressive 25 feet high, towering over the neighboring trees. Though once made of oak, Didderot the wise and strong ordered his people to carve out stone from the surrounding landscape, to better protect the town.
Didderot, after ruling Astoria justly for many years, passed away in the winter, leaving his only heir, his only daughter, Corcyra Didderot to rule. Astoria, now a seasoned town of twenty years, has seen little hardship, and even less glory. Corcyra, not the wary and down-to-earth leader her father was, is determined to drag Astoria, whether the townspeople are willing or not, into the future. Into a Golden Age and an all-powerful empire she is sure Astoria can attain.
Will Corcyra's leadership take her town to fame, honor and glory? Or will her brash decisions destroy the small hamlet forever?
 

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Story of My Town

The story of our town is long and violent. In the beginning our great empire was nothing more then a group of refuggees searching for a place to make their home away from the bloodshed and sorrow. The great City of Helnan and the barbaric city of Gai were at war. After 14 years of bloodshed the people of Gai had enough. The great state split into two. The north continued to wage a viscous war on Helnan and the south started to rebuild. It was a miserable time. The northern half of the state would conduct raids on the south taking children to train for their war. This miserable period was short lived for the great family of Chorik banded the neighbors together and moved further south into the forests. Their they created many traps and set-up ambushes against the raiding Gai. After 8 years of their scouting and raiding parties dieing in the forests, the people became lax in their defense of the land following the words of Chorrick who claimed that noone could defeat him and his men. Gai set aflame the forests. In that fire the great Chorik and his men were killed. The people fled further south into the hills.Everyone thought all hope was lost. A man by the name of Demitri Mythenos discovered a cliff with a splendid view of the surrounding valley and a ton of limestone blocks left there by our god zeus.Demitri was a brilliant Limestone crafter. He searched the surrounding hills and collected his friends and family. They used the limestone to build the settlement that became the sprawling town of Sentinel's Leap. Years later the people elected Mythenos to be the leader of our people and through their great family we have continued to serve them. Because our great God zeus favors us he has blessed us with a bountiful land. Through the history of our town we've been master traders of Marble, Limestone, Ebony, Honey, and Talc Powder. Our great swordsman rarely fall in battle due to their studies at the great Aachen Cathedral and St. Basil's Cathedral. We have slowly started to take back the land that Gai has stolen from us and we shall continue to conquor their allies untill atlast we have destroyed them and those that would ally with them.This is our goal. This is our destiny. We shall make our great god zeus proud.
 
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