Polis - A Tale of Many Cities - Civilization RP IC

[The Knights of Azorea]

Polis, an ancient Hellenic Civilization Management Game

OOC

In decades past, the great cities of the Hellenes were a beacon of civility and majesty unbeknownst to the teeming hordes of barbarians. Men and women prospered, ruled by great kings of heroic stock, the heirs of Achilles, of Ajax, even of great Agamemnon. It was a time of glory and good fortune for all the Greeks, when men were golden, and favoured by almighty Zeus. As the heirs of heroes grew into men, however, the glorious age began to faulter. Great men became weak men, sons did not bear the shields of their fathers, and the armies of the Greeks grew weak.


Fifty Years ago, the strength of the Hellenes failed. A great scourge came from the ocean, carried by Poseidon to lay waste to all the world, savage barbarians, beyond all yet known, who burned the great old libraries and despoiled every city of the civilized peoples, scattering them like ash to the winds, only to disappear as quickly as they had come, leaving only devastation and confusion in their wake. After them came famine and disease, laying low ancient families and leaving men and women to roam the land, weeping for their lost glories until the life was taken from them.


Your people have roamed without aim for decades now, but finally, life is beginning to resume. Your people have finally coalesced in one place once more. The offerings have been made, the sacrifices taken, and the oaths taken. Now is the time to reclaim the glories of the past. Now it is time for the new Polis to form.

[The Knights of Azorea]

We are on turn: 5-6, please do not go beyond turn 6.

[The Knights of Azorea]

Provinces

Heraklion (4 Fertility, Stone) Unique Quality: The Golden Horn ( Half Price on all land walls built around the city, but double price for sea walls)


Prienon (3 Fertility, Copper) Unique Quality: Ancient Ruins (At a price of 150 Drachma, an expedition may be mounted into the ruins, with hidden results!)


Kosleion (3 Fertility, Lumber) Unique Quality: Natural Harbour (+2 Resolve in Naval Defense of the City)


Taranargonis (5 Fertility) Unique Quality: Rough Terrain (All foreign troops treat the province as having only half its infrastructure)


Felasion (2 Fertility, Stone) Unique Resource: Swamp Iron (May be worked to produce a stock of Iron, which may then be used as a troops is being trained, giving it a permanent plus one to Strength if a land unit, to Boarding if a marine unit or to ranged attack for combat vessels, or sold to other states)


Lacertis (3 Fertility, Copper ) Unique Quality: Naval Hub (Ships sailing from here can move two provinces in any direction for the first turn after leaving the harbour)


Cledes (6 Fertility) Unique Resource: Demeter’s Bounty (Due to the fertility of the land,Rural populations are happier (+1 Loyalty))


Melipolis(4 Fertility, Lumber) Unique Resource: Fine Horses (Due to the fine breeding of the local horses, mounted units are 75 Drachma Cheaper, and have +1 Strength. Horses may be harvested as other resources and sold to other players, who may redeem them for one example of their benefit)


Iraklios(4 Fertility, Lumber) Unique Resource: Olives. One stock of olives may be produced as other resources and spent to increase one population's happiness by one for three turns.


Xanosis (3 Fertility, Stone) Unique Resource: Emery. One Urban Population may work in the Emery quarries, decreasing their happiness by one for that turn and the next, producing a stock of fine Emery. This may be used to increase on population's happiness by one, or may be used to dye Uniforms/Sails, Increasing the Resolve of one unit (Marines or Land units)


Didymeia(3 Fertility, Copper) Unique Quality: Staffs into Spears. Any Rural Population born in Didymeia can be used for recruitment at the same rate as urban population, changing with reforms.


Pepakeb (4 Fertility, Lumber) Unique Quality: Moveable Wealth. In the event of a sacking of Pepakebs, 50 Drachma perescaping population may be carried away, and the province is considered to have at least two infrastructure at all times due to it's constant use.

Nimokial(5 Fertility) Unique Resource: Olives. One stock of olives may be produced as other resources and spent to increase one population's happiness by one for three turns.

[The Knights of Azorea]

All City states begin the Game with One Rural and One Urban population, One Trade Galley and 500 Drachma.

Guide to Statecraft

Every turn you draw taxes from your population (25 Per Pop for Low, 50 Per Pop for Mid, 75 per Pop for High) which you can spend as you choose on construction or other purchases.

Rural population can work on two fertility, producing one surplus food. This surplus food can feed urban population. If there is more fertility left unworked in the province, a new rural population will spawn to work it, producing one food per fertility worked.

Urban Population can work on resources, like Copper or Lumber, to produce stocks of it. Each type of building or soldier is built or trained wirth a certain resource, their cost covers purchasing these materials from merchants. If you produce these materials, or manage to buy them from another player, you can use them instead of buying materials for buildings, decreasing the price of construction or training by 50, to a minimum of 50 Drachma.

Urban Population must also be used to construct buildings, which it can do instead of harvesting resources.

Soldiers and Sailors have to be hired from the population. Without any reforms, One unit of troops may be drawn from each Urban Population. This increases with reforms.

Every Polis has it's own government, and generates Power per turn, which it can invest in a Reform or change of law.

Over time, random events will occur. Barbarian raids, Pirate Attacks, Disasters, Plagues, Oracles, Games, even Comets may come around at random once every few turns. You must make yourself ready. Build great walls, arm your people and be ready, for war is only a greedy neighbour away.

[Argentarino]

Melipolis

For fifty years, the lands making up the Kingdom of Melipolis had been well nurtured. The Melipolians had taken to breeding and handling the local horses, so much so that they were becoming renowned throughout the Hellenic world. The Melipolian shrines to Tyche and Mercury were filled with merchants, farmers, and other citizens, giving thanks and praying for more. The golden age of Melipolis had shown no signs of abating, even after the death of King Aristaios ten years ago, and his son and heir, King Euandros, made the decision to use the prosperity of the past forty years to improve the situation of the Melipolians, while also investing in their future. Consulting with the Assembly one day, he announced that he would decree the construction of an irrigation system for the benefit of the farms outside of the city, as well as a dockyard to improve the trading capabilities of Melipolis. In a conversation with his wife, a descendant of Corinth named Aspasia, the young King had remarked, "That way, the peasants will be able to yield more crops and earn more money, the merchants will be able to pursue more ventures, and the kingdom will grow wealthier."

Of course, in private, Euandros was concerned. The city had indeed succeeded for some time, but he was not ignorant of the reports his merchants brought back to Melipolis from across the Adriatic, with pirate raiders and barbarian kingdoms harassing the Hellenes every which way. Soon, he would have to harden his people in preparation to defend their fortunes. That would take time, and right now, he had plenty of it.

Construction:
1. Irrigation - Costs 200 Drachma (2 turns)
2. Dockyards - Costs 150 Drachma, local lumber used in construction (1 turn)

Total Funds: 150 Drachma

[Western Pacific Territories]

Kosleion

Kosleion was one of the many city-states of Greece and Macedonia, situated in the borderlands near Heraklion. It was a rich land, one of forests and timber, plenty of which was in supply. In addition, Kosleion was situated at the end of a perfect spot for a harbor, a large bay with deep waters and a narrow and easily defendable enterancd, a hotbed of potential trade.

The city was home to thousands of inhabitants, around 7,000 in fact. The outskirts of the city had a similar population. It was as fertile as a average location would be, unlike the farmlands of Cledes which almost seemed to have been blessed by the gods.

It was ruled by one King Conostrates, one of a lineage of Kings in this new land. He had only just recently been given the crown, but now he wore it with pride. One of his first acts was to begin installing irrigation for the farmers in the countryside. It had been necessary to do so, the city was running short on food reserves for awhile now.

[Elderowa]

Monarchy of Taranargonas
Turn 1

Harem of Taragar
(WIP)

Purchases:

• 1 Dockyard (150 Drachma + 5 Drachma for Wastral) - 1 Turn

Population:

• 1 Urban Population Work on Dockyard
• 1 Rural Population Work on Producing Food

Taxation:

• Retain Taxes at Medium

Funds:
345 Drachma + Taxes

[Garwall]

City-state of Cledes
Turn 1

Temple of Demeters

The streets were widely bare in the young city of Cledes, with the backdrop of the Aegean sea shimmering in the background. In stead of the early-morning trade and bartering that made up the everyday ambiance of the city, the bulk of the city's populace gathered at the humble shrine of Demeters, on the Western Gate where most of the hinterlands farmers gathered every day to whisper prayers to the God of harvests, to ensure theirs is would be successful.

A bounty was set outside the Temple, as many of the rural farmers and peasants gathered to celebrate their Deity and their hard work. It was a day of celebration, that was to be sure. The great fields and rich soil surrounding the city provided ample food for a people that descend from hardy islanders, scraping by through the skin of their teeth on rocky Mediterranean isles, battered by waves and pirates.

The feast provided a fine distraction from the hardships ahead. The small but prosperous city-state was at a crossroads, where major expansion was required to sustain continued growth. Travelers and refugees alike began crossing into the hinterlands in increasing numbers by the day, and several unknown ships were sighted not too long ago on the horizon. It was unsure what their intentions may have been. While the sturdy palisade provided the women and children a modicum of relief from the perils that may lie beyond the fertile plains of Cledes, the Council knew better--as did the men. If they were to survive, they must reach beyond their tiny walls.

All were present at the feast that day, save for the dutiful guild of stoneworkers and masons, proud worshipers of Hephaestus. On decree of the thirteen Despots, they held a special task. For today, they break ground on the Cledian Barracks. In a week's time, when the grape crop has been collected and the hinterlands peasants are available, they begin a separate project on the docks.

Purchases:

• Barracks (-205 Drachma)

+5 Drachma added to costs due to Wastrels failing

Tax income:

• 2 Population (Cledes, +100 Drachma)

Population growth:

• Cledes (+1 Rural)

Power Accumulation:

• +1 (Republic)

Recap

Net Balance: 395 Drachma
Net Food Surplus: 0 (+2 production, -2 consumption)
Net Population: Cledes - 2 Rural, 1 Urban
Net Power: 1 (0 beg. balance, +1 from Government)

[New Granadeseret]

Pepakeb

Fluff
WIP

Purchases:
Irrigation: 1st Stage (200 Drachma)

Ongoing Activites:
Irrigation Construction: 1 of 2 turns

Population:
1 Rural Population (Pepakeb Proper, Pepa Culture), Producing 2 Food)
1 Urban Population (Pepakeb Proper, Pepa Culture), Building Irrigation: 1st Stage[/list]

Population Spawning:
1 Rural Population (Pepa Culture) matures in Pepakeb proper

Political Power:
1 Power saved up.

Taxation:
Pepakebs Proper: 2 pop. X 50 Drachma tax rate=100

Military Activity:
None

Trade:

None

Treasury:
500-200+100= 400 Drachma value

[Jazz Commies and Sexy Astrophysicists]

Lacertis

Diodotus looked over the bay that stretched across the breadth of his city. He was its Stratego, the man responsible for the defense, security, and welbeing of every freeman and slave living within Lacertian territory. Lacertis had started out as a remote colony, attractive for its natural harbor and rich copper deposits, but soon found itself plagued by pirates. It took the swift leadership of the men who had turned it into the state it was today to save it. Now, its army was strong enough to repel most of the smaller threats that had affected the city in its infancy. However, Lacertis was not all that it needed to be. Many cities whose territory stretched across the Aegean championed the use of pirates to steal the wealth that rightfully belonged to others. Diodotus planned to do what any rational man in his position would: shatter the pirates and ensure safe lanes of traffic for his people. Most Lacertians considered outsiders to be cheats or liars, but the Stratego knew that the only way that they would remain sovereign was if they ensured a steady stream of trade.

"A moment if you have one, Stratego," he heard a voice behind him. He looked to see Archon Doxhadates, the highest ranking non-military personnel in the city. He was an older man, bent over from years of diligently sifting through old scrolls to squeeze every coin that he could from the populace. Diodotus resented what he stood for but respected his role: he was not the first Stratego that he'd served under, and it would be unsurprising if he weren't the last. "Yes, Archon?" Diodotus asked.

"The festival of the Elder One begins tonight," the Archon told him. "It would do the people well to see their leader pay homage to the protector of our fair city." The name of the Elder One, Hades, was known by all but never said aloud out of respect. "You providing an offering to the Sisters of the False Faces in front of the populace would go far to raise their morale." Diodotus had promised seven pure black bulls from his estate as a sign of goodwill, but offering them in front of all would give a better picture. He disliked the showy nature of such a plan, but saw its necessity with the future possible conflicts. "Very well," he told the Archon. "I will be at the festival."

The Archon left and night fell, as the Stratego looked over the records of the city's finances and planned future developments. Finally, he left the dying sun and spent ink wells as his bodyguards accompanied him to the temple. When the arrived with the bulls in tow, the beginning festivities had already begun. Acolytes burned popular branches and waved them around, letting the smoke billow about. The party walked through the processions to the altar out in front of the temple itself. Standing before it were the Sisters of the False Faces, seven women whose identities were hidden from society so they could carry out their roles without interference. They were a secretive group, and very rarely left the grounds of the temple. Their advice was sought for wars, the harvest, and even when selecting a new Stratego. The process for selecting a new one when an elder died was a well-kept secret by the Sisters.

"Stratego!" one of the Sisters announced with his arrival. Each of the seven wore flowing black robes and white masks, with emotionless faces covering their visages. "What has brought you here?" Diodotus offered a simple bow and spoke. "I have come to deliver my oath in person, and to speak to my people before the eyes of Gods and men." "Then come," another spoke. He scaled the stairs up to the altar before turning to the crowd, a fair number of his people standing before him.

"The time has come for a new era," he began. "We shall bring our force against those who would threaten the prosperity of our city, and destroy any who stand before us!" He raised his fist into the air, confident. Those in the crowd erupted into raucous applause, the night air was thick with smoke and the smell of strong wine. He knew some foreigners occasionally visited the city during the time of the festival to see it, as no other people honored the Elder One as they. To one of them, the speech was probably short, and even crude. To his own people, however, it was a declaration of intent in plain words by a man with the strength to back them up.

"Very good, Stratego," one of the Sisters encouraged. "Surely the Elder One prepares for you a place in his mint groves even now." He turned and began walking back down the steps as the bulls were lead up. "I have some time before that yet, Sisters."

Purchases:
-Dockyards (150 Drachma) - 1 Turn
Population:
-1 Urban Pop working on Dockyards
-1 Rural Pop working on Producing Food
Funds:
350 remaining Drachma + 75 Drachma in taxes

[The Westenian Union]

Turn 1: The Kingdom of Felasion

Expenditures: Barracks -200 drachma
Actions in Progress: Barracks: 1/3 turns completed, Citizen Soldiers Reform: 1/2 turns completed
Population Assignments: 1 rural population - Food Production
1 urban population - Building barracks
Power: +1 (republic), -1 (reform)
Trade: None
Military: None
Tax Income: 2 population - 100 drachma
Population Growth: None
Reforms: Tax rate remains at MEDIUM, begin enacting CITIZEN SOLDIERS reform
Final Treasury Report: 400 drachma

Felasion:The Council of Elders

King Theus of Felasion calmly sat before the Council of Elders. A debate was ravaging over the military status of Felasion, and the Council was split. King Theus hit his decorative cane on the ground to call for order, as was the custom in the Council of Elders, "Gentlemen, surely this is unnecessarily rowdy?"
Theus' son, Augeus spoke, "I motion to table this debate and vote." Theus cleared his throat, "Very well. Elder Melichus, how do you vote?"
"Aye."
"Note that one vote has been recorded for this motion. Elder Aganon, how do you vote?"
"Nay."
This continued, until the final, 20th vote was cast.
LATER . . .
Augeus walked out of the chamber angrily. He didn't know why his fellow elders voted for the barracks, when there was no danger, and even worse was that his father approved the law. He suddenly realized that the streets were completely empty. He looked around, confused. He then noticed a cart coming down the road and halted it.
"Greetings," he said. "Would you happen to know where everyone is?"
The man blankly looked at him, before recognizing him as an elder, "Yes, your Excellency. Everyone has been called to work on the construction of the building. I believe the barracks?"
This irritated him even more. The Council was cut short when his father abruptly left. He wondered now why he did.

Expenditures: None
Actions in Progress: Barracks: 2/3 turns completed, Citizen Soldiers Reform COMPLETED
Population Assignments: 1 rural population - Food Production
1 urban population - Building barracks
Power: +1 (republic) Total: 1
Trade: None
Military: None
Tax Income: 2 population - 100 drachma
Population Growth: None
Reforms: Tax rate remains at MEDIUM
Final Treasury Report: 500 drachma

[Garwall]

City-state of Cledes
Turn 2

Just outside The Western Gate
District of Demeters, City of Cledes
Mid-day

The Sergeant-at-Arms eyed the collection of dusty youth and haggard farmers that collected outside the gates from a post outside the sturdy walls of the Council of Despots' meeting-chamber atop the hill which Cledes was founded on. Large carts of food and other trade goods were gathered alongside the road, as the wooden palisade gate was opened and the farmers began to move their cargo inside the city gates.

From the peak of the hill, the vast plains and valleys of rich soil that Cledes lorded over was impressive, and from there one can see the many number of villages and farming communities that had developed over the years of prosperity the land brought them. This wealth of agriculture has attracted many to Cledes' hinterlands, as the city itself remains... Underwhelming. The great bounty of food brought by the farming communities has lifted the simple, wooden shrine of Demeters to Cledes' largest temple to any of the Gods.

The budding settlement once served a vital purpose of trade and vital services to many farmers who clung to hovels in the countryside like rats in a stable, begging for security from the constant raids and the terror of barbarian hordes. Now that the fear has passed, the barbarians far from the budding city-state, the people have once again reclaimed the countryside. The city's roughly 5,000 inhabitants began to lose their purpose as the farming villages slowly grew into bustling towns, where a smith lives a God among peasants rather than in a crowded street, fighting over wages with the other seventeen smithies between here and the docks.

A studious-looking man in a red robe--the kind indicative of a worshiper of the God Ares in Cledes--stood at the gates waiting for them. He held in his hands various sheets of papyrus, each signed by members of the Council of Despots. "Attention, my fellow Cledians," he called to the farmers as they shuffled through the gates. They eyed the man warily; there was little mutual trust between the Ares and Demeters factions of Cledes, as while one planted the seeds of growth, the other often plotted the destruction of others. "I have here summons for your villages--each family is to send one able-bodied man to the City's Barracks for military census and training. Failure to comply will be met with a... Comparable response." He held out his hand, with the formal decrees extended towards the farmers. They stood, uneasy, eyeing the man in the red robe. "This is new," murmured an older man by the entrance.

From his tower, the Sergeant-at-Arms observed the interaction. He held is breath; such a direct interference in the lives of the hinterlands farmers was new, and he was unsure how the people would react. One by one, the wary farmers approached the red-clad man, taking copies of the decree as they went on their way. The Sergeant released his breath, and turned his gaze back to the countryside. The Gods only know how many thieves and barbarians lie in the distance; but Ares willing, they would find out.

Purchases:

• Parade Grounds (Turn 1/2) (-255 Drachma)

Tax income:

• 3 Population (Cledes, +150 Drachma)

Population growth:

• Cledes (+1 Rural, +1 Urban)

Power Accumulation:

• +1 (Republic)

Reforms:

• Citizen Soldiers (Turn 1/2) (-1 Power)

Recap

Net Balance: 290 Drachma
Net Food Surplus: +1 (+4 production, -3 consumption) (Urban pop. grows by +1)
Net Population: 3 Rural, 2 Urban (3/2 Cledes)
Net Power: 1 (1 beg. balance, +1 from Republic, -1 for Reform)

[The Vrree Nations]

Central courtyard of the Palace of Iraklios
Mid-day

The central courtyard at the palace of Iraklios was filled with courtiers, grand family members, and palace staff. All stood surrounding two figures, a man and a woman, both finely dressed, who stood facing each other in the centre. “The Council has chosen, and you have been found worthy”, said the woman to the man, but addressed also to the assembled congregation.
“With the golden labrys we bestow the power and strength a king must command”, she continued. With these words, she handed the man a finely decorated, gilded bronze double-headed axe. The guards who stood watch over the ceremony were armed with similar weapons, albeit ones of unadorned iron. The man took the labrys in his right hand and held it to the side with end of the haft resting on the ground.
“With the Horned Crown we bestow the wisdom and grace becoming of a king”, the woman said. Said crown rested upon her head. It was of gold, and intricately engraved, with two bladelike points arising on either side that imitated the Horns of Consecration symbol as closely as possible. She lifted the crown from her brow and placed it on that of the man who stood opposite her.
“And lastly, we beseech the blessings of the gods be bestowed upon you, that you may lead our kingdom, in good times and bad, with the strength, wisdom, and fortune of a true king. Hail Aelius, King of Iraklios.”
“Hail Aelius, King of Iraklios!”, repeated the watchers.
Aelius spoke, “I thank you, the grand families of Iraklios, the gods of Olympus, and you, Queen Pasiphae, now abdicated, for this honour you have bestowed upon me. I will not fail you”.

Some minutes later in the royal apartments, the newly-crowned King Aelius and the now former Queen Pasiphae met. The sound of movement and conversation echoed from the adjacent courtyard, as the servants and slaves set about preparing for the coronation banquet. Those without other duties socialized and exchanged news as they waited for the festivities to begin.
“It is no trouble, I assure you”, said Aelius to Pasiphae, “to allow you to use the royal quarters for one more night. I know it is a long way to your clan’s villa”.
“Thank you, Aelius, but that shan’t be necessary”, replied Pasiphae. “You are King now, and I would not deny you your right. Admittedly, I would be willing to stay in the guest quarters for the night, but…”
While the central part of the palace, in which they stood, had been restored, much of it, including the guest quarters, still remained in various states of disrepair. Even what had been restored still looked rather shabby. Queen Pasiphae and the four kings who preceded her had emphasised rebuilding the city, only restoring the palace as much as was strictly necessary. It was a gesture of goodwill to the common people of Iraklios that the king and the grand families had their interests at heart as well as their own. It was important to establish trust at this early stage. Still, it was embarrassing to Aelius and his predecessors that they couldn’t give the sort of hospitality a king ought to be able to provide.
“I understand”, said Aelius, “will you be at the banquet at least?”
“Regrettably, no. As you said, it is a long way home, and I would rather my entourage not have to navigate the country paths in the dark. Perhaps you can do something about that, now that you are king. Speaking of which, allow me to introduce Medea of the Odysseyoi”.
A younger lady dressed in aristocratic fashion stood nearby. Aelius hadn’t noticed her approach, and she hadn’t wanted to interrupt. On being acknowledged, she curtseyed to Aelius. “It is an honour to serve, your Grace”, she said.
“Medea was my palace chancellor, and now she is yours”, said Pasiphae. “You may dismiss her if you wish, but I strongly recommend you keep her, as she is most capable, not like that other fool I replaced. And now I am afraid I must take my leave. I bid the both of you good luck.”

The three exchanged farewells, and when Pasiphae had gone, Aelius and Medea turned to regard one another.
“The lady Pasiphae speaks highly of you”, said Aelius. “I am inclined to trust her judgement”.
“Thank you, your Grace. Are there any orders you wish to give?”
“Straight to the point I see. Very well, I have noticed that-”
Medea held up a hand. “Forgive me, your Grace, but before you begin, I should inform you that our stocks have been severely depleted by the last round of reconstruction in the city”.
“Which stocks?”
“… All of them, your Grace”.
“All of them? Well that will never do. You cannot make pots without clay. In that case, command the peasants in the country increase their food production. We will need plenty of food if we are to grow. Secondly, send some woodcutters to gather lumber; we will need it for what I have planned”.
“Very good, your Grace, it will be done, pending approval of the Council of course”.
“Of course, but that can wait for tomorrow. Tonight, we celebrate a new day for Iraklios”.


Turn 1:

Resources:

Power: 0
Fertility: 4
Materials: none
Population:
Rural: 1
Urban: 1
Units:
1 Trade Galley (unassigned)
Drachma: 500

Actions:

Population:
Send 1 Urban Population to produce Lumber (+1 Wood)
Send 1 Rural Population to produce surplus Food (+1 Food, -2 Fertility, 2 fertility unused: +1 rural population spawns next turn)

End of Turn

Effects:
+ 1 rural population
- 2 fertility
+ 1 pp
+ 50 D x2 taxation (+100 total)
+ 1 Wood
+ 1 Food

[New Granadeseret]

Pepakeb, Turn II

Fluff
WIP

Purchases:
Irrigation: 1st Stage (200 Drachma)

Ongoing Activites:
Irrigation Construction: 2 of 2 turns, Complete

Population:
2 Rural Population (Pepakeb Proper, Pepa Culture), Producing 4 Food)
1 Urban Population (Pepakeb Proper, Pepa Culture), Building Irrigation: 2st Stage[/list]

Population Spawning:
1 Urban Population (Pepa Culture) matures in Pepakeb proper

Political Power:
2 Power saved up.

Taxation:
Pepakebs Proper: 3 pop. X 50 Drachma tax rate=150

Military Activity:
None

Trade:

None

Treasury:
400+150=550 Drachma value

[Elderowa]

Monarchy of Taranargonas
Turn 2

Dock of Taragar
WIP

Purchases:

• 1 Barack (200 Drachma + 5 Drachma for Wastral) - 1 Turn

Population:

• 1 Urban Population Work on Barack
• 1 Rural Population Work on Producing Wood

Taxation:

• Retain Taxes at Medium

Funds:
240 Drachma + 100 in Taxes = 340 Drachma

[The Knights of Azorea]

The Oracle

As the years pass onward, the Oracle at Delphi seems to re-awaken. The words of Apollo had been silenced by the cataclysm, even the gods drawing back in the face of the brutality, but now it seemed to be returning. The temple at Delphi is rebuilt as once it was, growing more glorious with each passing day. It is said that the Oracle speaks once more, and messngers travel out like a robed wave across all of Hellas.

In every city of the Hellenes, messengers arrive, adorned in little more than rough robes and each with a silver ring with the seal of Apollo upon it. These men walk free and unmolested to all the chambers of state, their voices booming in public squares to the masses just as they travel through the palatial courts of tyrants. The Oracle proclaims to all the Hellenes the following message

"Shimmering and Blackness will do as the father of the hounds, hair all red, did unto the Earthshaker"

Few can guess the meaning of this portentous prediction, but speculation is rampant as always among the masses of the many cities.

Current Events

In Lydia, the old king Cyres has died, leaving no heir but many claimants. It seems as if war will engulf the rich kingdom of the Lydians, and the displaced pretenders will likely seek support in their claims...

The Thracians tell tales of the barbarians to the north of even them, who even those among them call barbarous, and their growing strength. Tales drift south of a new warlord named Ambraces, who claims to be a Hellene ruling over barbarians, and who makes frantic war against the men of Macedon.

In the far east, around Sidon and Tyre, the Phoenicians have begun to re-emerge. Their first ships have set out into the ocean, and have brought with them many fine wares. For a hundred drachma, their captains may be persuaded to bring their great warships over to the side of the greeks for a few years.

The Omens are good in these years for farming and the harvest, Demeter and Persephone wax while Ares and Hades wane.

Turns 3-4 begin.

[Western Pacific Territories]

Kosleion

Barracks Built - 200 Drachma (-), One Turn to build.
Reform Passed - Medium Taxation.
Irrigation Finished - Fertility (4).

100 Drachma remaining.

[Elderowa]

Monarchy of Taranargonas
Turn 3

Harem of Taragar
WIP

Purchases:

• 2 Trade Galley (100 Drachma + 10 Drachma for Wastral) - 2 Turns

Population:

• 1 Urban Population Work on Building Trade Galley
• 1 Rural Population Work on Building Trade Galley

Taxation:

• Retain Taxes at Medium

Funds:
230 Drachma + 100 in Taxes = 330 Drachma

[The Vrree Nations]

The Palace of Iraklios, Royal Apartments
Afternoon

“Your Grace!”, called a messenger.
King Aelius was attempting to relax after attending to affairs of state all morning.
“What is it?”, he asked. “This had better be important”.
“I… don’t know if it is that, but…” The messenger looked nervously at a man who approached unbidden. He looked to be about Aelius’s age, and he wore a simple robe of coarse cloth in the style of the mainlanders. With a smooth, unrushed gesture, the man held up his left hand, palm open and facing inward, to reveal the prominent silver ring he wore. Aelius squinted and recognized the sigil of the priesthood of Apollo.
“You have come a long way, judging by your garb, and you have made a most bold entrance”, said Aelius, standing up from his couch. “What is it you want of me?”
“There is a new Oracle in Delphi”, the man said. “The words of Apollo are heard once more”.
“Really?”, Aelius asked raising his eyebrows, “and what does she say?”
“The Oracle’s message to all is: ‘Shimmering and Blackness will do as the father of the hounds, hair all red, did unto the Earthshaker’”.
Aelius nodded. “Those do sound like the words of the Oracle. You there”, he said pointing to the messenger, “fetch the scribe so that these words will be recorded”.
The messenger immediately ran off to do his king’s bidding.
“I thank you for this message, priest of Apollo. We will consider it at length. I am gratified to learn of the Oracle’s return. If we are in need of insight, we may consult her in the future. If you wish it, you may rest and recuperate in Iraklios for as long as you desire”.
“I applaud your generosity, as well as your wisdom, great king”, said the priest, “but I must venture forth and spread the word to all those who would listen, and then I must return to Delphi to attend to my Master and his Oracle. May the words of the Oracle guide you”.
After the priest repeated his statement to the scribe, he quickly took his leave. Aelius spent the rest of the day pondering the cryptic message. He decided he would have to take it up with the Council, perhaps together they could find the meaning of this message.


Turn 2

Resources:
Power: 1
Fertility: 4
Materials:
1 Food
1 Wood
Population:
Rural: 2
Urban: 1
Units:
1 Trade Galley (unassigned)
Drachma: 600

Actions:

Population:
Send 1 Urban Population to build Dockyard (-150 Drachma, Dockyard unlocked after 1 turn)
Send 2 Rural Population to produce surplus Food (+2 Food)
Use surplus food to spawn 1 Urban Population (-1 Food, 1 Urban Population spawns next turn)

End of Turn

Effects:
+ 1 urban population
+ 1 pp
+ 50 d x3 taxation (+150 total)
- 150 Drachma
- 1 Food
+ 2 Food

[Ironsbad]

Before the Oracle,
Turn 1-2

The sun rose upon the wooden wall of Xanosis. The people were at work going with the idea that they had a destiny. The Council centered itself on the idea to increase the fertility of the island before they thought about trying to increase immigration to their city. The population didn't had much to complain about but only that they had to do work. Still, they expected the work to be done within a few years.

After the Oracle,
Turn 3-4

The irrigation was done. With it, new waves of immigration and increased wealth came to the city hand-in-hand. Still, they look towards the other means of making their goals come true. The messenger from Delphi brought them a prophecy that didn't make since to the general public. Still, they twisted the prophecy that made it seem that they will need to start a build up for a navy and a military might. It was an insurance that what happened to Naxos again with the barbarians.

Still, it will take a few years before they will have the needs to build the navy and forces. However, there was still the idea of mercenaries. News came from the east that the Phoenicians were looking for work and the Council believed that they could be of use to try and help expand into the neighboring island of Paros to help them have access to wider resources and make their first step into bringing Naxos to a new age. The two urban populations had their jobs, one gathers stone and the other makes the docks. The city had to import wood from other places but it was worth the price.

500 Drachma

Xanosis:
Wooden Wall
1 Rural Pop
1 Urban Pop

1 Urban Pop build Irrigation( -205 Drachma, 1/2 Turns)
295 Drachma left

295 Drachma
+100 Tax income

Xanosis:
Wooden Wall
1 Rural Pop
1 Urban Pop

1 Urban Pop build Irrigation(2/2 Turns)
395 Drachma left

395 Drachma
+100 Tax Income

Xanosis:
Wooden Wall
Irrigation x1
1 Rural Pop
1 Urban Pop

1 Rural pop spawned(4/4 food being harvest, +1 food surplus)
1 Urban pop work on Dockyard( - 205 Drachma, 1/1 Turns)
295 Drachma left

295 Drachma
+150 tax income

Xanosis
Wooden Wall
Irrigation x1
Dockyard
2 Rural Population
1 Urban Population

1 Urban Population Spawned

1 Urban Population worked in Stone Quarries( 1 Stone Stack)
-100 Drachma used to hire Phoenicians mercs
345 Drachma left

[The Knights of Azorea]

The Fall of Prienon



Prienon, a city born in the aftermath of the cataclysm, has been forsaken by the gods. Garbled rumours and half truths flow out in every direction, with some claiming that the wrath of poseidon shook the earth out from under the city's council and killed them to a man. It is said in other tales that the rivers diverted to flood the city, or that the crops wilted and died. Whatever the case, the wealth of the city have fled, and tales of the frightened refugees remain.

The people of Prienon are alone as the only Hellenes in Italy, preyed on by barbarians, and their please for aid grow louder each day. Perhaps some may be saved and may travel to a new colony with the aid of some greater power, or perhaps they shall re-integrate with the greeks of other cities. Whatever happens to the startled refugees, there is little time left before the barbarians descend in force to shatter them.

(Trade ships may be sent to the coast where Prienon was and can pick up either the rural or urban population, or fifty Drachma from the treasury of the city. A transport ship may carry both population or two hundred Drachma. If both population can be salvaged, and 150 Drachma either contributed or salvaged along with them, they may be settled into a new Polis, allied with the player that helped them. Additionally, the ruins of Prienon may be attacked by sufficient forces to drive the Barbarians out and to vassalise Prienon under the victor. Any co-operation between cities can be negotiated, and an agreement can be made to drive out the Barbarians and split the incomes of vassalized Prienon between partners. It may even be retaken and then sold to the highest bidder. The fate of Prienon is in your hands)

[The Vrree Nations]

Turn 3

Over the next few days, the Council debated the meaning of the Oracle’s words. Eventually, two interpretations emerged.
One was the threat of another barbarian invasion bringing death and destruction. It was known that the Keltoi barbarians who had ravaged the north had red hair. But these barbarians would have hair of shimmering black. A return of the Sea Peoples perhaps?
Others believed it meant that a mountain would explode in fire, smoke, and ash, like the one that had destroyed Thera at the beginning of the Cataclysm. A great wave had spread out from the eruption, devastating all in its path.
There was one course of action that could protect against both threats. So it was that the Council approved the construction of a harbour wall that could protect against waves of invaders as well as waves of water.

The Palace of Iraklios, Royal Apartments
Late Morning

King Aelius was going over the day’s instructions for the palace staff with his chancellor Medea when a messenger arrived bearing unexpected news.
“Your Grace, a fleet of foreigners has arrived in the harbour”, said the messenger.
Aelius was momentarily alarmed, especially in light of the Oracle’s recent warning.
“Who? Warships?”, asked Aelius.
“Phoenicians, your Grace, and yes, warships, but also merchants. They have come here to trade. Their merchants are even now proffering their wares in the agora”.
“And what of the warships, why have they come?”, asked Aelius.
“They are mercenaries, your Grace. They are offering their services to any polis that will hire them. Their leader wishes to speak with you on that subject”.
“I see”, said Aelius. “Very well, bring him to me. I am interested in this offer of his”.

While they waited for the Phoenician captain, Aelius turned Medea to ask her professional opinion on the matter.
“It would be a prudent move, your Grace”, she said. “We unfortunately lack any defences to speak of, apart from the harbour wall, but that is only now beginning construction. Hiring these Phoenicians could buy us time to build up our own defences. However, I must inform you that our coffers are currently running low, what with the funding for the wall and the new ships under construction”.
“I am sorry to hear that”, said Aelius. “I suppose this will very much depend on what terms they offer. On that note, you should let me do the talking. Most foreigners do not think much of women, and it is important to project an image of absolute authority to Orientals.”
“Indeed, your Grace”, she said. When the mercenary admiral was ushered in, Medea retired to a folding stool in the corner of the room, sitting with hands folded demurely across her lap, to observe the proceedings.

The Phoenician captain (who certainly looked the part) was introduced, and he bowed to Aelius in the Oriental fashion. “I thank you for granting me an audience, your Majesty”, he said in flawless, but lightly accented Greek. “As you are undoubtedly aware by this time, we have come to offer our services as naval mercenaries”.
“Indeed”, said Aelius, “what terms are you offering?”
“Ah, I see that you are busy man, so I will come straight to the point. I propose that for an immediate one time payment of 100 of your Drachmas, we will serve your state for two to three years, depending on circumstances. This is of course in addition to the accommodations and provisions that my men will require during their stay, as well as proper servicing of our ships, all of which I can see you are in a position to provide. It is a most generous offer, is it not?”
“Indeed it is”, said Aelius, surprised at the low price they were asking. “However, I am curious, what made you decide to make your offer to Iraklios?”
“Many captains such as I have set sail from Phoenicia to offer our services to the Hellenic polises. I cannot speak for the other captains, but for myself, my father told me, as his father told him, of the past greatness of Iraklios. Your kingdom was renowned for your wealth, as well as the charm and hospitality of your people towards mine. The latter claim, at least, I can already see is true.”
“The latter, yes, but the former, no so much I am afraid. I would very much like to accept your generous offer without hesitation, but unfortunately, our coffers are running low at this time. We can afford the price you ask, but even so, I must take some time to ponder whether we can spare such a sum”.
In truth, Aelius’s mind was already made up. However, such an important decision would require the approval of the Council. He did not say as much because he did not wish to let on that he was not as powerful as his title implied.
“I regret that our palace is not yet suitable to accommodate guests”, he continued. “But there is a well-appointed caravanserai on the edge of the city. I would be more than happy to provide for your accommodation there in the meantime”.
“I accept your offer of hospitality”, said the mercenary captain. “However, I would humbly request that your Majesty does not think on it for too long. As much as I would desire to provide my services to Iraklios, I must pay and provide for my men, and I cannot be particular if it comes to it”.
The king and the captain exchanged farewells before the Phoencian bowed again and departed.

After the captain had departed, Medea stood up and approached her king. Aelius had noticed that the Phoenician’s gaze had often wandered in her direction during their conversation. He recalled that foreigners found the customary dress of Iraklian women to be very striking, for a variety of reasons. Medea’s choice of position was no accident.
“I saw what you did there”, said Aelius.
“I thought I might serve as a reminder of the ‘charm and hospitality’ of the Iraklian people”, she said, smiling.
“Indeed, very shrewd”.
“Have you any orders, your Grace?”
“Yes, send messengers to assemble the Council as soon as possible. I don’t want to keep the Phoenicians waiting any longer than I have to”.
“Very good, your Grace”.
“Oh, and one more thing: in private, you may call me Aelius”.

Resources:
Power: 2
Fertility: 4
Materials:
2 Food
1 Wood
Population:
Rural: 2
Urban: 2
Units:
1 Trade Galley (unassigned)
Buildings:
Dockyard
Drachma: 600

Actions:

Population:
Send 1 Urban Population to build Wooden Naval Wall, use 1 Wood to reduce cost by 50 Drachma (-400 Drachma, -1 Wood, Wooden Naval Wall completed after 3 turns)
Send 1 Urban Population to produce Wood (+1 Wood)
Send 2 Rural Population to produce surplus Food (+2 Food)

Reforms:
Hire Phoenician mercenaries (-100 Drachma)

Units:
Build 1 Transport Galley (-50 Drachma, 1 Transport Galley spawns after 1 turn)

End of Turn

Effects:
+ 1 pp
+ 50 d x4 taxation (+200 total)
- 550 Drachma
+ 2 Food
- 1 Wood
+ 1 Wood
+ 1 Transport Galley
Dockyard completed, Large Docks unlocked, Trade Galley unlocked, Sailors unlocked, Transport Galley unlocked, Bireme unlocked
Wooden Naval Wall under construction, will be completed in 3 turns

[The Mandate Of Israel]

Nimokial

Looking at a scroll the advisor would look at his higher up "My liege, it would be wise to start growing crops for this season as this land is good growing such things, besides we can not trade without food." with this said the higher up would turn his head up looking at the man below him "And what of the plans to build roads for trade will that have to make due to next year?" The advisor would quickly start doing math to figure out how much the two things would cost and how much the tax would make them. He then responded after doing the map "I suggest holding off on roads, for now we must make a irrigation, as we can't get the resources for such things, possibly do diplomatic deals with our next door neighbors for resources, and we will make more plans then." The king nodded at this ending the conversation.

Actions:

First turn

Purchases: Irrigation (2 turns) 200 Drachma

Population: 1 Rural working on food ( -2 Fertility, +1 Food, 3 Fertility unused, +1 Rural used next turn)
1 Urban working on Irrigation

Money: 500 - 200 + 50 tax

Second turn

Money: 350

In construction: Irrigation (1 turn)

Population: 2 Rural working on food (-4 fertility, +3 food, 1 fertility unused, -1 food for urban)
1 Urban working on Irrigation.

Money: 350 + 50

[spoiler]Third Turn

Money: 400

PP:
2 rural
2 Urban

Buildings: Irrigation

Construction: None

1 Rural working on food (+1 food, +2 food in total,)
1 Rural making olives ( +3 happiness for the next three rounds)
2 urban doing nothing

Money: 400 + 100

Third Turn

Money: 500

Bonus: 3 happiness

Buildings: Irrigation

Resources:
olives (+3 happiness for 3 rounds)


Construction: Ampitheater (200 drachma,3 turns)

Population:
2 Rural Population working on food ( -4 Fertility, 2 left, +5 food in total, -1 food to spawn urban, 1 Rural spawn next round)
1 Urban working on construction
1 Urban doing nothing

Money: 500 - 200 + 100

Turn 4

Money: 400

Bonus: 3 happiness (2 turns)

PP total:
3 Rural
3 Urban

Total Fertility: 6

Resource:
olives (2 turns)

Buildings:
Irrigation

Construction: Amptitheather (2 turns)

Population:
2 rural sent to work on food ( +6 food, -4 Fertility, 2 fertility left)
1 Rural sent to work on olives (+3 happiness)
1 Urban builds Working on construction
2 urban doing nothing

Money: 400 + 150[/list]

[Garwall]

City-state of Cledes
Turn 3

Chapter I: The Return of the Oracle

Enclave of the Despots
City of Cledes

Silence.

For the first time any of the sitting Despots could remember, silence pervaded the chamber floor. The Oracle's messenger has just departed, leaving a deafening silence in his wake. Few could interpret the meaning of such a cryptic message, and few others knew what to do. Was it an omen of destruction? Were the barbarian tribes returning to deal their final blow? Only time would tell.

Deocles--one of the three appointed Despots to represent the worshipers of Demeters,the rural country-folk responsible for the noble responsibility of supporting Cledes with the bounty of Attica's fertile soils--raised from his seat. The Caste of Demeters, while marginalized by the other sects of Ares and Hephaestus, has grown to hold immense power, particularly under the guidance of Deocles and his entourage. The Shrine of Demeters dominates the western face of the city, and now it was time to reap the fruit of the concentration of their power.

"My fellow Councilmen. This news of the return of the Oracle, although cryptic, should hearten our souls. The world we lost in the Great Chaos has returned, at least in some capacity. We must continue with our great works begun with the gift of these fertile lands, and continue to spread the endowment of our great republic. It is time we reclaim the lands of Greece for ourselves. It is from the soil of the land we derive our power."

---

The fledgling city of Cledes, with its fertile plains reaching the peak of their capacity has prevented the city from growing further. With the Demeter district growing in to a highly influential sector of the city, the push for settling new frontiers has reached a strong consensus with a majority of the Despots. As the Council continues to fret over the message delivered by the Oracles, a growing faction of Cledians believe it is a trick by enemies hoping to destroy the city. As rumors of espionage spread, the need for a scapegoat grows as the Ecclesia has grown considerably more militant.

Ongoing Projects

• Construction: Parade Grounds (2/2 - Complete)
• Reform: Citizen Soldiers (2/2 - Complete)

Tax Income:

• 5 Population (Cledes, +250 Drachma)

Population growth:

• Cledes (+1 Urban)

Colonies:

• 1 Urban Cledian pop sent northwest by land (Cledes; -1 Urban, -300 Drachma)

Power Accumulation:

• +1 (Republic)

Recap

Net Balance: 240 Drachma (290gp + 250 - 300)
Net Food Surplus: +1 (+6 Production, -5 consumption) (Urban pop. grows by +1)
Net Population: 3 Rural, 2 Urban (3/2 Cledes)
Net Power: 2 (1 beg. balance, +1 from Republic)
Reforms: Medium tax, Citizen Soldiers

Ongoing Projects

• Colonization: 1 Urban Cledian pop sent northwest by land (Arrived; currently colonizing)

Purchases:

• Docks (Cledes, -150 Drachma, 1 turn)
• 2 Citizen Hoplites (-200 Drachma)

Tax Income:

• 5 Population (Cledes, +250 Drachma)

Population growth:

• Cledes (+1 Urban)

Power Accumulation:

• +1 (Republic)

Reforms:

• Elite Hoplites (-1 PP)

Recap

Net Balance: 140 Drachma (240gp + 250 - 350)
Net Food Surplus: 0 (+6 Production, -6 consumption)
Net Population: 3 Rural, 2 Urban (3/2 Cledes)
Net Power: 2 (2 beg. balance, +1 from Republic, -1 for Elite Hoplites)
Colonies: Northwest Attica (currently being colonized)
Buildings: Barracks, Parade Grounds (Cledes)
Reforms: Medium tax, Citizen Soldiers

[The Vrree Nations]

Turn 4

The Palace of Iraklios, Royal Apartments
Morning

“Good morning, Medea”, said Aelius. “What news do you bring me today?”
“Both good news and bad, your- Aelius. Which would you prefer first?”
“Tell me the good news first”.
“The first crop of olives is ripe. The farmers have begun harvesting them.”
“Splendid, hopefully we will have some fresh olive oil soon. This will certainly be a boon to our trade. The other Hellenes are much in demand for olive oil, perhaps even more so than we. Did you know that the Mycenaeans* use it for bathing?”
“They bathe in olive oil?”, asked Medea incredulously.
“No, no, with olive oil. They slather it all over themselves and then scrape it off with a bronze instrument they call a strigil”.
“Ugh, seems like a waste of good oil if you ask me”.
“Maybe so, but we’re selling it, and they’re paying for it, and they are welcome to do with it as they wish. And what is the bad news?”
“I am afraid, Aelius, that I am having difficulty performing my duties efficiently. There is a lack of up-to-date records available”.
“Wasn’t there a census conducted last year?”
“There was, but unfortunately, my predecessor made a complete mess of it. I and the palace bureaucrats keep running into omissions and inaccuracies”.
Aelius let out an exasperated sigh. “I suppose we’ll have to do it all over again. So much for- yes, what is it?” Aelius had noticed a messenger standing in the doorway bearing a sealed parchment scroll.
“Forgive me for interrupting, your grace, but I come bearing an urgent message from the City of Prienon”.
“I see. Well then, give it here”.
The messenger handed to scroll to Aelius and was dismissed. He took a few moments to read it. A forlorn look fell across his face.
“What does it say?”, asked Medea.
“More bad news I’m afraid. The people of Prienon are calling for aid. They have been attacked by barbarians and the city is about to fall. It is only a matter of time before the barbarians attack again and finish them”.
“Is there no end to it?”, Medea asked rhetorically.
“My thoughts exactly”, said Aelius. “It seems the Hellenes have had no better luck in Italy than we have had here. Even Islands like Crete and Sicily are not safe”.
“What will we do?”
Aelius was silent for a moment. “We will answer their call. If not us, then whom?”
“But Aelius, is that the best course of action? What if our aid does not reach them in time?”
“When Iraklios fell to barbarians, would it not have been good if someone had stood by us in our hour of need? Our peoples may be different, but we are all Hellenes, and we need to stand together against the tide. Otherwise, we will only fall again, as Prienon is doing now. They need allies in us, and we need allies in them”.
“I see what you mean”.
“That transport ship they are building at the docks, is it ready?”
“It was launched yesterday”.
“Good, give orders to make it ready to sail for Prienon. Commandeer a trade galley for good measure. Give instructions that they are to gather as many people as they can find, along with whatever else can be salvaged. With luck, perhaps they can establish a new polis in a new location. If not, well, our city could use more citizens. Have them be ready to set sail pending the Council’s approval”.

[* The Iraklians refer to all Greeks not of Minoan heritage (which includes pretty much all of them nowadays) as Mycenaeans.]

Resources:
Power: 3
Fertility: 4
Materials:
4 Food
1 Wood
Population:
Rural: 2
Urban: 2
Units:
1 Trade Galley (unassigned)
1 Transport Galley (unassigned)
Buildings:
Dockyard
Drachma: 250

Actions:

Population:
Send 1 Urban Population to produce Wood (+1 Wood)
Send 1 Rural Population to produce surplus Food (+1 Food)
Send 1 Rural Population to produce Olives (+1 Olives)

Reforms:
Conduct Census (-100 Drachma, will be completed in 2 turns)

Units:
Build 1 Trade Galley (-50 Drachma, 1 Trade Galley spawns after 1 turn)
Send 1 Trade Galley and 1 Transport Galley to Prienon. Instructions: pick up rural and/or urban populations as well as whatever else can be salvaged. If possible, establish new allied city-state elsewhere. If not, bring retrieved population and/or resources to Iraklios. Will arrive at Prienon in 3 turns.

End of Turn

Effects:
+ 1 pp
- 1 pp
+ 50 Drachma x4 taxation (+200 total)
- 150 Drachma
+ 1 Food
+ 1 Wood
+ 1 Olives
+ 1 Trade Galley
Wooden Naval Wall under construction, will be completed in 2 turns
1 Trade Galley and 1 Transport Galley en route to Prienon, will arrive in 3 turns
Census being conducted, will be completed in 2 turns