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So, there will be hyper-competent warriors and soldiers in the mix?
Strange Tides
- Thread starter DragonParadox
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- Original Fantasy Alt. History
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- greek mythology
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- Brazil
Our neighbor ruler shall be called Tiserys Vargaryen.
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- France
[X] [Parent City] Orchomenos
[X] [Location] Hyboria
[X] [Journey] As an exile from your home, thrown upon this shores by fate. (Exile Start, see locations for details)
[X] [Location] Hyboria
[X] [Journey] As an exile from your home, thrown upon this shores by fate. (Exile Start, see locations for details)
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- Germany
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- He/Him
"Guys, we rolled on the 'supernatural events' chart. You got a 00. Followed by a 00. In unrelated news, a week ago there were rumors of giant footprints (clawed) found on a sheep pasture, accompanied by some burned bushes. As well as a missing flock of sheep."
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Yes-ish. Our goal is to cover longer time-frames so it's somewhere between specific character, a specific dynasty and a polity.
Anyway, vote closed.
Exiles from Orchomenos heading for Hyphyria it is.
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- Chile
This is going to be awesome. Great work on netting us Heaphestus guys, he's a chill dude and in desperate need of some love. Besides, his was always the best god power in Age of Mythology 
Appeasing the wood critters so we can use them as mercenaries? Bah! How about using the power and knowledge of our Patron God to build Colissi sounds eh? Sure, we could outfit a whole army with the amount of bronze expended, but... its a living Colossus!!!
Edit: Best patron god to go full BronzePunk too. Wonder if we'll be able to come up with some cool schizo-tech in the mid game. Of course, that's bound to attract the wrath of the other Greek gods because of our ""Pride"" (Talk about projecting huh?)... but then again, they can take their beef with our brand new Numidium.
He'll like the exercise.
Edit 2: *Heavy intonation, slow cadence*: PROS-TAG-MA.
Appeasing the wood critters so we can use them as mercenaries? Bah! How about using the power and knowledge of our Patron God to build Colissi sounds eh? Sure, we could outfit a whole army with the amount of bronze expended, but... its a living Colossus!!!
Edit: Best patron god to go full BronzePunk too. Wonder if we'll be able to come up with some cool schizo-tech in the mid game. Of course, that's bound to attract the wrath of the other Greek gods because of our ""Pride"" (Talk about projecting huh?)... but then again, they can take their beef with our brand new Numidium.
He'll like the exercise.
Edit 2: *Heavy intonation, slow cadence*: PROS-TAG-MA.
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- Germany
Need the heart of a god to make that more than just a big and overly expensive golem...
Where can we get one?
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- Chile
Another thought: @Artemis1992 I think you might finally get your wish for 'White Necromancy'. Hades is about the only other chill god of the Greek Pantheon I can think of right now besides Haephestus, and the other God I could see us form a nice relationship with. His boons will likely have something to do with shades and general erebus stuff (did someone say patron saint of gold mines?). He's also, incidentally, in need of some much deserved love. Generic greeks tended to avoid/fear him because of his Domain (even though by all accounts he's pretty decent by Greek God standards), while the Greek Gods themselves were douches to him.
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Perhaps Hades could help in some way? If someone had a spare soul in the terawatt range laying about its bound to be him. Alternatively, the Greek Gods had ego's bigger than skysrcapers... they're powerful, sure, but setting a bait of some sort shouldn't be out of the question. The third choice is to go hunting for god mojo amongst non greeks, but there (and now we're really into speculation territory) the lesser tribes around wont have gods as developed and powerful as a full bona fide Bronze Age civ like the Helens, while those that do will be protected by the other big mofos of the Bronze Age like the Hittites, the Egyptians, and whoever is sitting on the Russian Roulette of Conquest that is Mesopotamia right now...
Maybe we could steal it from Scandinavia? Call it talent hunting of the next big thing... powering a Numidium with the soul of Thor sounds metal as fuck.
Ninja'd response!
Perhaps Hades could help in some way? If someone had a spare soul in the terawatt range laying about its bound to be him. Alternatively, the Greek Gods had ego's bigger than skysrcapers... they're powerful, sure, but setting a bait of some sort shouldn't be out of the question. The third choice is to go hunting for god mojo amongst non greeks, but there (and now we're really into speculation territory) the lesser tribes around wont have gods as developed and powerful as a full bona fide Bronze Age civ like the Helens, while those that do will be protected by the other big mofos of the Bronze Age like the Hittites, the Egyptians, and whoever is sitting on the Russian Roulette of Conquest that is Mesopotamia right now...
Maybe we could steal it from Scandinavia? Call it talent hunting of the next big thing... powering a Numidium with the soul of Thor sounds metal as fuck.
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The option said "going west, west, west" so it looks like the opposite, somewhere between the Heracles's Pillars and Italia. Or perhaps even more west. Perhaps we can meet the titan Atlant holding his corner of the sky.
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- il bel paese dove il sì sona
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Whooops that's embarassing, I must have misread
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- Chile
This time hopefully without worshiping Poseidon. What an asshole...
@DragonParadox
Is Oceanus a valid alternative to Poseidon so that we can give the middle finger to the latter without having our merchantmen sailing in circles for the next decade? Or is he locked up in a cage somewhere and unable to respond to worship?
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Oceanus was defeated alongside the other titans. He was not bound and broken like Cronus but still he was lessened. Few mortals even know he exist and fewer still revere him.
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- Germany
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- He/Him
Would revering a Titan put us on the shitlist of the Greek gods? I'd assume Yes, but it's better to ask.
Also theres one goddess who's literally born of a dick
Hades is very big on non-interventionism, and I think most of the Greeks agree the dead should stay there and the living should stay on this side.
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That could be fine if one or more gods sponsor a crusade agains us. Or do you mean the version of non-interventionism where he doesn't care at all about mortals?
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- Germany
Any snake-worshippers near greece?
Because reaching America for a Coatl seems unlikely.
egoo
Totally Not Creating Problems Where None Existed
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- Russia
To be honest, I totally wouldn't have minded making an undeath-worshipping empire with hapaestus-based hi-tech weaponry.
Too bad Greek gods are either assholes or... Well, largely useless.
Thank you.
Too bad Greek gods are either assholes or... Well, largely useless.
I now have a goal in this quest.
Thank you.
Part II: An End And A Beginning
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- Germany
An End And A Beginning
Orchomenos. City in the marshes. Home of architects and poets, renowned through the world. By Hephaestus grace it had grown to what it was and the people loved him for it, yet not all the gods smiled upon its walls. Demeter never truly forgave the city for replacing blooming ponds with cobble and brick. For the longest while, this seemed fine, the favor of one god enough to deter the wrath of another. But there were more gods than two.
As Gla and Thebes called for aid, the army marched. To Athens they went, set on reigning in the ambitious king that was gathering forces to attack Thebes himself. Yet as they marched, the sky darkened over Orchomenos and rain poured into the channels while the oracles spoke of a great calamity coming. First the grains grew sickly, their stalks deformed and rotting on the field. Then it spread towards the granaries, mold blooming in the stores. Food grew scarce in the city, the people forced to starve themselves or risk eating tainted bread and meat. The wrath of Demeter had finally come and it was not only her work that brought ruin.
The temples filled with those seeking to appease the gods, just as the channels succumbed to the torrential rains, flooding farms and homes alike. But there was nothing that the priests could do, their patrons set on their path. And finally, the oracles were granted the knowledge why. Before the war had even begun, a great festival had been held in Thebes and ample sacrifice given to the gods. And a pledge was given for even greater gifts, should they aid the Thebans to bring Orchomenos low.
And thus the hoplites returned to see their home in ruins, their own reports of treachery received with a very acceptance of those who still lived in the city. They had been bled dearly by the Thebans campaign and they knew that their army was still ready to march anew. Soon enough they would come to finish what the gods had started. Many came to the doors of the palace to ask for orders from the king, but the doors remained closed to all of them. Two sons he had lost in the war and his daughter was dead from sickness and hunger. So he shut himself in with his grief, waiting for the end like so many others who had chosen despair over flight.
Then she had come to the steps of the palace, a woman with skin as dark as pitch, wings like a bat folded around her like a fell cloak. None dared to ask her name or ask if she was goddess, nymph, or something other yet. None dared to bar her way when she came before the palace doors. If she had come to heap further misfortune on Orchomenos, then there was little the people could do to stop her after all. But that was not her purpose. For a whole night, she spoke to the king in private and what was said between them, no one knew. When the doors to the king's private chambers opened again, she was long gone and the king himself was changed. Gone was the listless old man many saw in the days before, but neither was it true vigor that had returned to him. He had purpose again, yet no hope he had found, for his fate and that of the city was sealed already, though not that of its people.
On the king's orders, the fleet was prepared and every ship manned with as many people as it could carry. Their holds were filled to the brim with food and tools, supplies for a journey that no one knew the true length of. The soldiers that were left were sent along, defending the refugees instead of laying down their lives in a futile last stand. And as the final galley was loaded on the shores of the lake Kopais, the king revealed their goal to them. To the west they would sail, against the western winds and ever onward and beyond. Where they were headed even he did not know, but he was certain that they would arrive. In the rain the ships left, never to return to their home. The city might have endured, the homes rebuilt and the fields tilled again, but it would not truly be Orchomenos once more, just a mockery existing at the whims of the Thebans.
For many days the journey dragged on. First they went south, evading the fleets of Thebes and Athens on their way to circle around Greece. For the longest while, Poseidon was kind to the refugees, the open waters almost eerily calm as they rowed on towards the setting sun. But when they first found land west of Greece, the weather turned on them. A few thought their journey over and eagerly turned their ships to the shores, but wind and waves gripped the galleys of all who dallied. The shore was no salvation and the sea threw them upon it with fury, their ships splintering like kindling and all on board crushed or drawn down into the waters. So the fleet traveled on, now slightly lessened, the wind guiding them along these unknown coasts, though also promising retribution if it was not heeded.
The people grew restless as they traveled along the coasts. Many reported seeing villages and fires on the land and clamored to land and trade with the locals or to ask for a place where they could settle down. Others spoke of yet stranger things, of eery lights shining in the forests and hushed whispers carried by cold winds. Each day, the fleet moved slower than before, the people becoming more willing to risk the winds and waves than to travel on eternally. Then, one day, a storm came over them. If Poseidon had grown tired of toying with the exiles or had been angered by their delays the people did not know, but they did not give up. An attempt was made to save the fleet by leaving the sea in favor of a wide river, the rowers working with renewed ferocity to escape the waves rolling over the decks of the galleys.
Despite the fears, though, the maneuver succeeded. Not a single galley ran aground or was smashed against the shore, and as they traveled further upwards the river the wind and rain lessened. Among a set of hills, they finally made landfall the journey having come to an end. No one among them knew how the land they had reached was called. No name was known for the river or the sea. Before them, no Greek had ever gone this far and even though the lush green hills and familiar looking forests kindled fond memories of home, there was something other about this place. But the supplies were almost spent, the people weary and few of the ships still in good enough shape for further voyages. Here they would have to stay, for better or for worse. Far away from the treacherous Thebans, but also far from anything they ever knew.
Hyphyria they named this place. The city beyond the western winds. Here the legacy of Orchomenos would rise.
Many things will had to be done before a campsite became a city in truth, but who lead the people in these early days?
[] [Leader] Strategos Alkaios
The last general of Orchomenos, promoted after his predecessor died upon Athenian spears. Young and brash many called him, but with a keen eye for tactics and beloved by the people for his oration.
[] [Leader] Oikonomos Isidoros
The keeper of the palace under the late king. An old man by the measure of his peers, though still strong and with a wise mind. Few knew him that well, for he was a recluse, but a well-learned man with a knack to organize things.
[] [Leader] Theoroi Nikanor
A close confidant of the king, the diplomat had many friends and allies in the court of Orchomenous and around the Greek cities. Though those things mattered little now, his tongue and wits were still sharp as ever, be they used to find allies or deceive foes.
What would be the first thing the Hyphyrians built in their settlement?
[] [Construction] Farms
Summer was already upon the lands and little time was there left to sow the few seeds the refugees had brought. The harvest would not be plenty, but they needed food for the winter just the same.
[] [Construction] Temple of Hephaestus
Not all gods had turned their back on Orchomenous in it's last days and so would it not behoove the people to offer thanks to their patron for his protection? Someone must have sent the strange woman after all, and convinced Poseidon of guiding the fleet's voyage.
[] [Construction] Temple of Demeter
Here here in this strange earth was a chance to start anew. The people would give due reverence to the Lady of the Harvest, so that her wrath was quenched. The fall of Orchomenos would not repeat itself.
[] [Construction] Palisade
Of soldiers the new settlement had many, yet there was no telling what dangers lurked beyond the hills. Even though a palisade was no true wall, it would have helped greatly to see the people safe.
The people knew nothing about the lands they now wanted to settle in and though there was danger in the task of exploring, there was also danger in not knowing what might be around them.
[] [Exploration] Explore the land. (Pick up to 2)
-[] The mountains to the east.
-[] The forests around the hills.
-[] The shore to the north.
-[] The shore to the south.
[] [Exploration] Don't explore for now.
AN: Nothing truly exiting happening so far, but this epic journey deserved to be told in detail. Don't worry about the notion of broken ships. This is just a reference to the fleet originally being large enough to carry a decent chunk of a city's population, but now only two squadrons are still sea-worthy.
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- Russia
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- He