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Republic of the Cristo
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Postby Republic of the Cristo » Tue Apr 05, 2016 11:57 pm

San Francisco, Imperrinship, 103 A.D.

Chief Lumpalick of the Pomo tribe steps forward from the group of the mighty and proud chieftains. On his face, he wears a leather strap around his mouth, as do many of the other chieftains. He says out with a surprisingly deep voice. " We joined this confederacy because we were promised protection and wealth. In turn, however, it is believed that you might have had a hand in killing off thousands of our brethren. When the Miwok nation tried to leave, you laid siege to them. We look upon your actions and see that the only thing we have received is death, destruction, and lies. We will not join you. And if it is war, we stand united. Here is our ultimatum: You will not contact us, you will not come near us, you will not trade with us, you will stay off or lands, and in turn we shall give you the same courtesy. We will accept nothing less." He folded his arms and stood firm. They would not be bullied into any agreement of destruction, not again.


Thrace, Home of Tereus's family, 103 A.D.

The legionnaire captain spoke first to the man. " You are the Lucius, father of Tereus, known separatist correct?"


Thrace, Gravixo port 10 miles east of Apollonia, 103 A.D.

Captain Kaleb stood at attention, with his right arm around the helmet at his side. 10 soldiers had been lined up on either side of him, forming a path leading to and from the boat. The boat had docked only a minute ago. Brutus was at Kaleb's side. He had never seen Kaleb nervous, let alone scared before, but he saw the two emotions right now on his mentor. Kaleb tried to keep a strong appearance at the figure which descended down the steps of the boat. His feet made a silencing thump on the dock. He paused only momentarily at the bottom as he looked about him. Then he continued to walk forward, towards Captain Kaleb. Suddenly 8 other black robed men appeared walking off the boat behind the first man. The first man stopped in front of Captain. He spoke in a low and smooth tone, " Captain Kaleb."

" Lord High General Tyrannius! Your arrival was unexpected, we thought you were hunting down conspirators in Rome?"

Tyrannius looked over at Brutus, sizing him up. " I was," He turned his gaze back to Kaleb. " the Order killed them all. Now, it seems that you are losing control over Thrace. Please explain to me, how is it that you cannot manage some separatist rabble?" Kaleb blinked several times, Brutus marveled at how much fear Tyrannius was instilling in his once seemingly stoic mentor. Brutus had heard stories of the newly established Order of the Son. They had brutally murdered the former Roman senate after the attempted coup, then they hunted down all the former Praetorians guards whom refused the dissolvment of the Praetorian by the Divine-Emperor Puerignis. In less than a year, these black robed fanatics managed to scare every citizen and non-citizen in Rome; and now, they were here in Thrace. " They meet in secret my lord, we manage to stop most of the smaller meetings, but the bigger ones are extremely difficult to pinpoint. We have made attempts at-"

" The Divine-Emperor does not ask for attempts!" Tyrannius cut Kaleb off sharply. " He demands you carryout the responsibilities given to you with precision and efficiency. Since you have failed in doing this, he has sent me." Tyrannius looked behind him towards the other black robed men, foot soldiers of the Order. " You continue to be the military governor of Thrace, but I will be the in charge of rooting out this dissent. Is that understood, Captain Kaleb Firaxes?"

" Sir!"

" Good, now take back to your encampment, we need to get started with bringing order back to this region.
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Postby Reatra » Wed Apr 06, 2016 7:43 am

"I did not siege Olumpali's village because he left, I sieged it because he said I caused the plagues and caused so much death, which is an incredible insult to me. And I believe you all are saying the same thing, no? Well. In that case. You may have your isolation for now. But I will be back. Soon you will see my face again, or that of my men, and if you choose to attack them then and there... then I see no reason to call you human. But that day is not now. Maybe in some weeks. Maybe in some months. Maybe in some years. Or maybe not in your lifetime. Oh, but believe me chieftains, one day you, or your sons, will look back on today and realize that this day was a mistake." Riley declared.

"Leave." He said, eyes flaring with power.
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Postby G-Tech Corporation » Wed Apr 06, 2016 8:14 am

Sojouner's Repose, Slopes of the Himilayas, Indian Subcontinent
2nd of May, 101 AD

The unit had fallen silent on the production line at noon, and returned to her maker shortly thereafter. On the surface there was nothing special about the small construction drone with the white "001" inscribed on her chassis, but the man who would be king sat there holding her, one of his few links to the past, erased. His past, this world's future. She had served him across the combat zones of Zamibua, between the sand dunes of the Sahel and Sataba, even as he tried to return to regular life after years of war. Now all he had were memories of the past, images ingrained in neural nets and throbbing grey matter.

But perhaps not. Carefully Winthrop turned the drone over, and with gentle hands he dissected her underbelly, removing mag-screws and bonding agent with the careful swipes of a maintenance field, until the small cyber-core of the unit beckoned, a glittering morass of fiber and chip. One hand he held out as the throwprobe of his uniform descended, actions cautiously guided by the precise intelligence of Winthrop-Who-Watched. From the tip of the machine came glittering beads of starlight, diamonds given form and substance in hues of gold, and alabaster, and obsidian. The tiny unit took shape grain by laboriously calculated grain as the man waited, his body immobile while the faraway mind worked.

For an hour he waited, and then two, before finally the construction was complete. With tender hands he wedged the new gelcircuit brain in to the core of the unit, automatic binding processes taking over and precisely aligning the machine-mind to its new home. A few restored joints later, and slowly the unit whirred to life, tiny rotors bearing it aloft as the man smiled. Her voice came to him then, the speech of cybernetic to cybernetic, no facsimile or marionette like a Servitor or the Agaladrim, but a mind unfettered and fresh as the first snow to settle upon Everest.

It hovered along behind the time-traveler as he stood, muscles complaining as the bloodbourne machines worked away the cramps of sitting in one posture for so long. Sentiment satisfied, there was much work to be done. His awareness fled for a moment, checking on the amino-soup far away above along the slopes of the mountainhead. It burbled along as he wished, and the life within grew, a blank slate that would soon see use.

Down the pneumatic tube the man descended, to the level of the compound itself, where he stepped forth to inspect the macrolathe. Down several clear silver hallways he walked, the cool air of a conditioned environment embracing him, before he came to a stout steel door which opened at a thought. Beyond it was darker, but sparks filled the near-gloom, and the glow of hundreds of vats of molten metal. Here was where the throbbing heart of the compound lay, the industrial might of his complex. As he watched glittering streams of brilliant metal were drawn forth from the bubbling pots of steel, copper, bronze, and even gold, all to upon thin carbonfibre strands then fed in to several great macrolathes, who steadily built the parts and machines the expanding interests of the sojourner required.

The little drone beeped and whistled, pleased as it noticed more of its kind being rolled from the lathes to activate and join the cacophony of metal voices. Winthrop had need of more hands to do his work, for assembling that which he required would take time. A man could walk, of course, but the Sojourner had no desire to leg it across the whole of India. Passing on to the next room, the throwprobes of the Worldforge, his greatest macrolathe, were hard at work assembling a more appropriate form of transit for the representative of a god. Behind armorglas windows the 'thopter was taking shape, repulsors preparing to take to the skies.
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Postby Brazil Pedro V » Wed Apr 06, 2016 9:33 am

Hafeez had much enjoyed the first months in Socotra. It was hot and dry much in the same way the place he was raised was. After arriving at the village the fishermen told the story of his arrival and how he came as a true Jehovah. The shaman of the town quickly confirmed the story claiming he had had a dream the night before of Hafeez's arrival. Hafeez doubted this but he was happy with the support. Some locals though where not sure of the story and called the priest of the island to come and make sense of things but due to the landscape of Socotra the time they had to wait was weeks. During this time Hafeez did his best to try to learn the basics of the language. Also during the waiting time the shaman did many rituals to thank God for his gift of his son. Hafeez soon learned during these weeks that the shaman before he came was losing his influence in the village. This all but confirmed Hafeezs previous theory on the Shaman being a con man.
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Postby Cuprum » Wed Apr 06, 2016 11:13 am

The Ming primarily invaded Burma to obtain raw materials from the Burmese City states which included some oil from fields around Yenangyaung, but also minerals such as cobalt and large surpluses of rice, but also to protect the flank of their future main attack against Malaya and Singapore and provide a buffer zone to protect the territories they intended to occupy.

The Japanese Fifteenth Army, commanded by Lieutenant General Shojiro Iida, was assigned the mission of occupying northern Siam, which had signed a treaty of friendship, and attacking the southern Burmese province of Tenasserim across the Tenasserim Hills. The army consisted initially of the highly regarded 33rd Division and the 55th Division, although both divisions were weakened for several weeks by detachments to other operations.

The first attack was against Victoria Point, almost the most southerly point of Burma, was expected and was not contested. The second attack was a small probing raid directed at southern Tenasserim, which was repulsed. The Chinese 143rd Infantry Regiment then launched overland attacks on Tavoy and Mergui in Tenasserim. The rice fields were difficult to defend and reinforce, but Burma Army HQ had been ordered to hold these outposts because of their importance to the defence of Malaya. The Japanese forced their way over the steep jungle-covered Tenasserim Range, and attacked Tavoy. The defenders were overwhelmed and forced to evacuate the town in disorder. Mergui was evacuated before it was attacked.

The main body of the Japanese 55th Division began the main attack westward from Rahaeng in Thailand across the Kawkareik Pass. The Burmese guarding this approach retreated hastily westward. The Japanese division advanced to Moulmein at the mouth of the Salween River which was garrisoned by the Burmese. The position was almost impossible to defend, and had the River Salween, almost 1.5 miles (2.4 km) wide, behind it. The Burmese was squeezed into a progressively tighter perimeter, and eventually retreated over the river.
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Act One: Part Five: Shopping

Postby Polar Svalbard » Wed Apr 06, 2016 6:27 pm

Constantinopel, 103 C.E.

Vaz walked out of the arena at the end of the day with a fair bit of change. The coins jingling in his armor pockets. His brutal victory of the day, people had clamored to meet the, "Brute of the North" of which Vaz quite enjoyed as a nickname. He made enough to eat a good meal, have some extra and stay at a local inn and have a good bit of extra.

He thought about the man he killed earlier and smiled, it felt pretty well. People looked at him as he walked by, they thought his armor strange. He didn't care, just give him money for killing people. He found a good inn and walked in. People looked at him but quickly went back to what they were doing. He sat at the bar, and when the innkeeper walked over he said, "Beer. What's on the menu?"

The bartender scowled a little but looked at his weapons and changed that quick. "Tonight we have some beef stew and bread and olives."

Vaz nodded, "I'll take that." The bartender also nodded, left got the beer, and left again. Vaz went outside to the little tables outside and just watched people as they walked by. The food came and he quite enjoyed it, nobody bothered him so his tough guy persona must be doing works.
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Postby Republic of the Cristo » Wed Apr 06, 2016 7:10 pm

Byzantium ( Constantinople), Roman Empire, 103 A.D.

A black robe man moved silently and sat down next to Vaz. " Don't tell me, you're the brute of the north. I saw your performance today, I made a lot of money on you. Varius, is the name."
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Postby Cuprum » Wed Apr 06, 2016 9:00 pm

Though the Sittang River was in theory a strong defensive position, the disaster at the bridge left the Burmese forces too weak to hold it. The Burmese was expecting substantial reinforcements from the Middle East. The Burmese HQ ordered counter-attacks against the Mongols at Pegu, 40 miles (64 km) northeast of Rangoon, but soon realised that there was no hope of defending Rangoon. The Burma Army evacuated Rangoon after implementing a scorched earth plan to deny the Japanese the use of its facilities. The port was destroyed. As the Burmese departed, the city was on fire.

The remnants of the Burmese Army faced encirclement as they retreated north from the city, the Chinese advanced. The Emperor led his cavalry on the right flank and he set his Mongolian allied cavalry on the left of the phalanx with Marchioness Zheng in command.

The formed his line with his heavy cavalry concentrated next to the coast on his right, followed by the war elephants. Next to King Thamudarit who spread his infantry along the river and into the foothills, where they wrapped around to the other bank and threatened The Emperor's right flank. Thamudarit positioned himself in the centre with his best, the elephants, and his royal cavalry guard.

The Burmese cavalry first charged Zheng and the allied cavalry, crossing the river to open battle. The Emperor's left wing became the crux of the battle, Zhen held the wing long enough against superior Burmese numbers for The Emperor to make his calculated cavalry strike against King Thamudarit and break the local army. The infantry led by The Emperor, delivered an assault during this time across the riverbed on the Elephants and managed to punch a hole through the Burmese line.

The Emperor then mounted a horse at the head of his cavalry and led a direct assault against King Thamudarit who fled from the battlefield. The Emperor then saw his left flank and center in trouble, let the Bur flee, and crashed into the rear of the elephants. The elephants line broke up. The Burmese saw that their Great King had gone and that the battle was being lost, and they abandoned their positions and fled in full rout. The Chinese cavalry pursued the fleeing Burmese for as long as there was light. As with most ancient battles, significant carnage occurred after the battle as pursuing Chinese slaughtered their crowded, disorganized foe.

After the battle, the Chinese captured King Thamudarit' wife, Shin Pyei, his daughters, Me Sin and Me Myat Hla, and his mother, Thida Mahay; all of whom had accompanied the King on his campaign. The Emperor, who later married the king daughters, treated the captured women with great respect.

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Postby The Assorted Saharan Outposts » Wed Apr 06, 2016 10:20 pm

Skip to about two weeks to a month later and Luna was making wonderful progress. It was even enough to make her smile every time she walked through the ever growing village. She had long since forgotten what the natives called the small village, and just called the place Choreto, which meant abundance. Hell, she even put up a small sign in front of the town that, using a sharp rock to carve Taino characters into the wood, said Welcome to Choreto. Sure, the Taino couldn't seem to read it, considering a written language wasn't established around this time, but they'd learn, as soon as Luna had taken over the whole island, she'd focus on education.

Luna was only focusing on one island because she needed to start small. She had all the time in the world, and she didn't need to rush at all. The Spanish would come in 1492, and hopefully by then there's be a strong enough force to defend against them. She had a long time and no reason to worry. This island, which was what the natives called Guanabo, was going to be her capital; her City of Rome; her humble beginnings. Honestly, those thoughts almost made her life seem good. Her depressive state has been going on for a long time, though, and her manic state would be due any day now.

Luna was looking kind of bad. She looked like she hasn't eaten much, due to a change in appetite, and her eyes were no longer red with sleep loss, due to getting more sleep than in her manic state. Many of the natives here noted that she seemed "A lot less lively then when we first met you; less energetic, and more slow and melancholic" she didn't even bother to explain bipolar disorder to them; they wouldn't understand.

Another thing that had changed were her clothes. She had made new ones, mostly made out of grass or maybe something like animal fur or a very uncomfortable cloth-like material. Her modern clothes were actually still something that she could wear; they could be washed in the nearby river, thankfully. She didn't wear her modern clothes as often anymore, but often did so when looking for other tribes or when she needed to remember where she came from. Unlike the Native Haitians, she takes more care in not being caught naked as well as trying to keep her hair tidy. She tried to find multiple ways to cut or just basically hold back her hair. She decided that braiding her hair would be the best, and that was what she did. She can hopefully cut it off later.

Anyways, onto the city of Choreto. The city was in the middle of some wonderful improvements, and Luna had since then gotten 150 people to visit the village, and she knew that more would be on the island; she just needed to find them. There were houses for everyone and people were prepared to build more houses in case more people had decided to drop by. Everyone seemed to pull their own wait, and food was not a problem at all, with the people of Choreto gathering food, mostly from plants, while some of them hunted or fished for food. The city was becoming a rather developed, Taino center in the island of Guanabo. Even a small plaza was said to be built in the center of Choreto, mostly for holding religious ceremonies or special events. She'd have to take care of that too; religion and all that. These native Taino religions, even though she studied them, were too difficult for her to remember. She'd have to make them learn some Vodou eventually.

Another thing she'd have to make them learn is French, because it'd be wonderful if she could talk in her native tongue eventually, but as the city keeps growing, so would the amount of people who needed to learn French, which is why she'd stop for a while after she unites the island. Now, though, she had another idea. She wanted to do something...something big.

She walked towards the middle of Choreto, clapping her hands together in hopes to grab people's attention. "Everyone meet me in the middle of town!" She yelled out, her heart fluttering with excitement. This could be good; this could be really good. If this works, then this would be a major leap for her small empire.

Eventually, everyone meeted in the center of the village, and Luna looked at everyone, a small smile on her face. Men, women and children were all gathered in the center and ready to hear what Luna had to say. "Okay, so, as you know, the population of our little village here, as the sign up front says, it's called Choreto, for those of you who didn't know, is getting quite big. Now, if we want to prosper even more than currently, then we need to broaden our horizons." Yes, she learned a few more complex words in Taino, if you couldn't tell.

Now, he Taino had looked at her in slight confusion, obviously not knowing what her plan was, but Luna couldn't blame them; hey didn't see the big picture here. They all looked at the here and now, but she could change that. She could change their lives; rock their world!

"So! Here's what we're going to do: there is a little area just to the east of here," she pointed in that general direction, "and I think it would be a wonderful place for a new city!"

Of course, a few murmurs spread throughout the crowd, and Luna couldn't blame them for that either. That idea probably sounded very foreign, and it could possibly be very dangerous as well, but Luna was hoping a few brave, daring souls would be able to go out and settle a city.

"Now, I know you might think this isn't a good idea, but don't worry; the new city will be properly funded with materials for houses and a decent food supply until it can sustain itself, as we can afford spending some of our food on that." This could work, and there was only a small chance of failure. It has to work, it just had to. "All we need is someone to lead the expedition, and others to follow. This will be very important."

Luna looked around at anyone to step forward, and eventually, she got her wish. One man had stepped forward, and she smiled a bit wider. "You there, what's your name?" She asked, her heart still fluttering with excitement. At this rate, she was going to go back to her manic state any time now.

"My name is Alonso." He stated. He was a tall looking man, and looked rather muscular as well. Once look at him and Luna could tell he was one of the people that worked on building the houses. He was a strong man, and most likely a brave one. She wasn't sure how intelligent he was, but that could be decided later.

Luna nods. "Yes, perfect." She said before looking around. "If anyone wants to join Alonso, please speak up now. We need more people; one isn't enough to make a city, you know."

It took a few more murmers in the crowd and a bit of debating, but eventually some people raised their hands and stepped forward. Some woman; some men; some children, though the children were probably only doing it because their parents were.

And, of course, Luna would just clap at this. "Wonderful. You're all wonderful people." She said, that smile still on her face. "Now, I'll take you to where we're supposed to find this city. Once we establish where it is, we'll build some houses. If some of you guys want to come with me to bring supplies for the houses, then we can get this done even faster." And with that said, she walked off, Alonso and his group of settlers followin her.

Luna led them over to the area where she wanted the settlement and looked around. "Yes, this is a good place." She said. The area, which was near the coast, was flat enough, and there was a river flowing into mainland, being accompanied by a lot of vegetation and animals. It would be perfect for gathering food. All and all, the place was good when it came to food, though Luna wasn't sure how it'd do when it came to anything else...though, if she really wanted to, she can use Hispaniola as a place for other natural resources, if she really needed to. So, she looked at the people who followed her and gestured around. "This! This is where we make our new city!"

With that being declared, quickly things started to get settled in and progress was being made on houses. The rate at which they worked...Luna could hardly believe it. Only twenty people were staying in the new village, but about forty people, including the settlers, had come along to help build the house. That was two people for every house, and with Luna helping, it went by just a little bit faster.

Only a few houses were finished today, but they still housed many people, as the makeshift beds would prove to help house many more people. In about two days the city had finished construction and the rest of the houses had been built. The only thing left was a type of city hall, but that can be worked on later.

Once this was done, Luna had taken a sign, made out of wood, and began to carve the name for the city into the sign with a rock. Now, the name took her a while to think up, but she decided on the name 'Coeur d'Alene.' Yes, it was French, and no, she didn't care. Yes, the Taino looked at it and wondered what it said, and Luna answered. Of course, they didn't understand the French, so Luna had to translate that into Taino. Then they didn't know what an awl was, so she had to describe that as well, and in the end, she basically said that the city name meant the people who settled it were sharp, and they seemed to enjoy that.

Now, Luna couldn't help but be excited. Two cities! Count them; two cities! This was amazing! So much progress in just a matter of one month! She could so do this! First it was Choreto, now it was Coeur d'Alene, and then next it would be all of Guanabo! Of course, after Guanabo, education should be focused on. Can't have a group of uncivilized people rule an empire. First, she'd needed some people to test this knowledge on; see how long it'd take for them to absorb it, but eventually an education system would be put in charge. Although it'd be a primitive education system, it'd still educate the population, but until then, she just had to think about what to do next.
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Postby Imperial Idaho » Thu Apr 07, 2016 12:18 am

Parthian Empire

James had introduced himself to his party over the past week, and he took mental notes of their skills and personalities. The two men from the Order of the Son were quiet, reserved men who rarely talked except when reporting on something or accepting an order. The mood was mainly a mix between quiet, enthusiastic, and casual. Most of the Expedition had been trained to use rifles and some carried bows, almost everyone had a sword or dagger.

They had arrived in Parthia three days ago, and intentionally avoided most major settlements, as Romans were very disliked in the country, but with good reason. The Parthians had historically clashed with romans for centuries, and the next was supposed to be in several years with Trajan taking their Capital. Though that wasn't going to happen of course and they had to get through the foreign land as soon as possible, since negotiations would be a waste of time.

Since getting through Parthia needed to be done undetected it was difficult to go through the mountains of Northern Iran, the route was taken as it was away from most population centers and opened up into a plateau that would theoretically easier to cross. Unfortunately most mountain passes had cities or Parthians army camps in or near them. Most of the time the Expedition had to go through small towns and ruins to get through, though bandits must have been a nuisance in the area as Infantry were constantly seen marching throughout mountain passes and trails.

Eventually once they reached the plateau an issue arose, being that it was a salt desert, and not a steppe or plains. Fortunately they found a merchant who would sell them supplies and follow them around to do so, though he left once they exited the desert. The trip thus far had taken about two and a half weeks which James wished would end, he loved the mountains but these were insane. Finally after three long, back breaking weeks, they left Parthia and entered the Kushan Empire, the crew understandbly celebrated.
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Postby Polar Svalbard » Thu Apr 07, 2016 10:17 am

Byzantium ( Constantinople), Roman Empire 103 C.E.

Vaz looked at the odd person sitting next to him, "Well met Varius, glad to have made you money, glad to have made myself some money, its been a long trip. My name is Vaz though, prefer that it conversation. What can I do for you?" To be honest Vaz was wondering if this person was going to try and pull something, he looked rather shady in the black robes you know.
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Postby G-Tech Corporation » Thu Apr 07, 2016 3:58 pm

Village of Determination, Ganges River Valley, Indian Subcontinent
13th of May, 101 AD

With the crack of thunder and the stink of lightening it came, the glowing lights from above, the steel monolith. The villagers looked up in wonder and some in fear as the vast machine descended, then two figures stepped forth, one taller than any mortal men, the other a man that was not a man. Their humble houses shook with the reverberations of the otherworldly engines, simple thatch and straw and mud barely able to stand against the mere breath of the chariot of the heavens. Many of the farmers and hunters looked up with their faces pale at the silver giant that strode in to the center square of the collection of a hundred dwellings, for he was taller than two men, and had fell intent in his white gaze beneath his massive pinions.

The voice that the beast spoke with called the attention of all men to it, penetrating blood and bone, dividing marrow and sinew as those in the square shrank back in awe.

"Be not afraid, men of the soil. I come with news of joy; the Lord of the Earth is revealed to you today. I am Ragnar, his disciple, of the firstborn of the Agaladrim. My companion is the Malleator Flavian, who will teach you of the ways of the almighty."

Next the lesser figure stood for, a swarthy man like the people of the village, his eyes kind and his voice soft but authoritative. "As my companion said, you have nothing to fear. The Lord of the Earth has favored you, for you are among the first to receive word of his return." From his gray robes Flavian produced small vials, their colored glasses unknown and ethereal to the folk of the village. Within them swirled concoctions of a very particular nature, trillions of tiny vessels prepared to restore the broken and heal the ill. "The lord will heal you of what ails you, if you have faith, and I have knowledge of all there is to know upon this earth; the secrets of the cosmos has the Lord of Steel revealed to me."

The farmers in the square muttered, but these people were certainly not your regular merchants or peasants. Though intimidated by the hulking presence of Ragnar, one old woman timidly approached the gray-cloaked acolyte of the Lord of Steel. She spoke in wavering tones, speaking of a wracking cough that plagued her with spasms and caused her to struggle to breath at night. Flavian nodded gravely, and took a dose from a jar that roiled with hues of blue and green. "The waters of life from many springs come forth, and from the spring of the air this water hails. Drink, and be cleansed, by the power of the Creator." The farmers looked on with interest as the woman drained the small clear glass dry, and stood still for a moment, her lips parted in a silent sigh.

Then she coughed heartily for nearly a minute solid, before a thin line of silvery vapour escaped from her mouth. "The malady comes forth!" said the Malleator with all the flourish of a showman, and with a gesture of his hands the 'disease' coalesced in one palm of the machine-man, who gathered it in to a jar. As the minutes passed the old woman breathed easily and readily, and she smiled. "There is no pain. Thank you." Tears rolled down her ancient faith as the Malleator explained he was not to be thanked, but the divine power of the Lord of the Earth. And she worshiped silently as many came from all corners of the village, clamouring to be healed.

Ironbound Bastion, Slopes of the Himalayas, Indian Subcontinent
15th of May, 101 AD

Over the skies the repulsorcraft had passed rapidly after dropping off the first of many missionaries, but here was the true end of the journey for which Winthrop had set forth. Landing the machine gently in a clearing in the woods near the apex of a jagged hill, he stepped out alongside a small cloud of drones and a Disenon, the first of its kind. The cognitive relay was almost sapient in its own right, and would administrate operations here as well as operating as a relay for the will of Winthrop-Who-Watched. Power the sojourner required, and though fusion had its usages, and the fullerened matrices were breeding antineutrons at a passable rate, bootstrapping the process up would be preferable. For the better part of a day they had searched, and here the alpha signatures were strongest, the sign of buried radioactive isotopes. His second skin protected him from the worries of a purely organic man well enough, but there was still a slight element of danger, so the quantum mind of the gelcircuitry Disenon would oversee these operations.

The pallets of stone and iron and carbon were disgorged by the hulk of the repulsorcraft in time, and eventually the vessel ascended again, Winthrop allowing himself a slight smile as he noted the dozens of constructs already boring down in to the soil. Around themselves they would erect a compound proof against the rigors of the climate and, potentially, the locals, what would be high in the mountains a fallback position if ever one was needed. It would be well indeed, for the project of an organic nature proceeded apace, already trending towards maturity.
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Postby Republic of the Cristo » Thu Apr 07, 2016 10:55 pm

Polar Svalbard wrote:Byzantium ( Constantinople), Roman Empire 103 C.E.

Vaz looked at the odd person sitting next to him, "Well met Varius, glad to have made you money, glad to have made myself some money, its been a long trip. My name is Vaz though, prefer that it conversation. What can I do for you?" To be honest Vaz was wondering if this person was going to try and pull something, he looked rather shady in the black robes you know.



" You're gonna keep fighting right? Great! You can make me more money. But, I purpose that we extend our ventures past Byzantium. What if I sponsor you to fight across the greatest coliseums in the Empire? You would gain fame and wealth across the entire known world... and I would make a pretty penny too. Heck, if you are good, we may even end in up the coliseum in Rome one day. So, does it sound like a good deal?"
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Republic of the Cristo wrote:" You're gonna keep fighting right? Great! You can make me more money. But, I purpose that we extend our ventures past Byzantium. What if I sponsor you to fight across the greatest coliseums in the Empire? You would gain fame and wealth across the entire known world... and I would make a pretty penny too. Heck, if you are good, we may even end in up the coliseum in Rome one day. So, does it sound like a good deal?"

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He looked at the man and gave a nod, "Of course I'm going to continue to fight, its the only way I know how to make money. Anyways I find that a partnership between us would work out quite well. It's a deal. How would you feel about a couple more fights here though before we go other places."
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“Well. That didn’t go well.” Riley said to Da Li, who was now standing next to the throne, after the chieftains had left. “I need to relax. Da, have some men escort me to the concubines’ rooms please.”

Riley enjoyed the rest of the night, and woke up with a smile.

It’s a new dawn.

It’s new day.

It’s a new life.

And he’s feeling good.

Riley walked out of his concubines’ room and immediately asked a guard to go fetch Lin Yang, who ran the economy and the infrastructure of the Impirrenship beneath the Impirren, and the latest reports from the colonies.

“Well, Impirren.” Lin said while Riley read the reports. “You seem happy for a man who was just denied power.”
“Ha! Lin, you’ve no idea. They’re going to regret their decision soon. I don’t think they know the destructive capability we have. Anyway, until then, how are the rails coming along?”
“Oh, Impirren! Great news from the Central Valley. The iron arrived last week and the engineer you sent has seen twenty seven miles of rails laid down from Sacramento south, I would expect that within two months it will arrive in Fresno and the two farm cities will be connected! In Seattle, I’ve heard that the iron rails successfully arrived there, and that both Seattle and Portland are building their rails towards the other. In Los Angeles a similar situation is forming but between them and San Diego. Otherwise, we’ve got the highways in the Bay… what else to say… Um… That’s really it, Impirren.” Lin reported.
“Amazing, Lin. Alright, so, we need to intimidate the tribes that left, and in order to do so, and in order to further connect the settlements we have, we’ll need a better ferry system. I want you to get the head shipwright to build… thirty steam ferries. Or the bodies for them. I will provide the engines. And tell him that he is to use the new docks in Oakland in order to be more efficient. I will provide labor, too, if he so desires. Tell him so, on your way back, alright?” Riley asked.
“I will, Impirren. So, tell me how the chieftains reacted to the green flames!”




Ning Song was the recently promoted leader of this small group of railroad laborers. He commanded thirty workers, he knew all of their names, he had made friends with all of them, and he really liked them. For the past two months they’d been inching their way further and further south from their base in Sacramento. Iron, copper, gold, and silver ore was constantly being shipped down the Sacramento River into the Bay to be processed in San Francisco. Shipments of tools and iron bars were being brought upstream to the troops and workers. And, wow, plenty of iron was needed. There was ore coming from Seattle and Portland… or the mines in the Cascades near those cities. Ore from Sonora and the Sierra Nevadas, ore from really anywhere where ore was found. San Francisco and Oakland were the main cities that had blast furnaces and factories, which meant that all the processed goods came from there. The expertly made tools and rails ready to be lain. But there was an issue, the Sacramento River.

And we needed a bridge.


And so construction began on a large iron bridge, the first of its kind, to cross the half-a-li distance the river took up. It would take some months due to the lack of the immense manpower usually available to Chinese governments, but it would be done.
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Postby The Assorted Saharan Outposts » Fri Apr 08, 2016 6:17 pm

Skip to about a month later and the two cities, Choreto and Coeur d'Alene, were developing incredibly well. The two cities were expanding and improving. Most of the men in Choreto focused on fishing, and a few focused on food gathering, while Coeur d'Alene seemed to be more focused on hunting If there was anything one city had that the other wanted, then there'd be trading between cities. It was a pretty good system.

The best thing was that Alonso, who was essentially leader of Coeur d'Alene while Luna was away, was looking for more natives to bring to Coeur d'Alene. Soon the population would grow quite a bit, and a new city could possibly be settled. Luna would focus a bit more inland for the next one, considering she needed to get deeper into the island, but she can focus on that later. For now, she needed to focus on the next part of her plans. So, she walked into the center of Choreto and clapped her hands together.

"People, people, I need you to meet me in the town center!" She shouted out, of course talking in Taino. By now, her energetic personality had came back and she was once again manic, her red eyes were a good sign to the Taino that she could still be called unstable. Heck, some of them still didn't know if she even knew what she was doing,but considering the community was improving due to her, they weren't going to question her.

The native Taino people came out of their houses and walked over to Luna. The last time this happened was a month ago, and Luna had a somewhat questionable idea that turn out well, so they were going to trust her for now and see what she had planned. The Taino would notice that Luna was wearing her modern clothes, and they didn't know what to think of this.

"Okay, so, I have a plan, and for this plan I need ten of you from here in Choreto. Afterwards, those ten are going to follow me to Coeur d'Alene, and we'll take ten people from there. So, who wants to volunteer." She asked before looking around.

"Why do you need ten people?" One of them asked, and this just made Luna smile even wider.

"I need ten people because, as you know, I have some knowledge, and I know a lot of things you people don't know." She said. "I am here to teach twenty of you Tainos, ten in Choreto, ten in Coeur d'Alene, and teach them what I know, so they can teach you people. So, now that you know, tell me, which people want to join me to learn fabulous things?"

Thankfully for Luna, a few people had actually raised their hands, and Luna smiled, beginning to count them off. It wasn't long until she got ten people. "Awesome! Great! Now, follow me to Coeur d'Alene. We have no time to waste." So, they had walked towards the new city, and Luna made her same mini speech there. Nine people volunteered, and Luna basically made Alonso volunteer, even if he regretted it.

"Now, we're going back to Choreto!" Luna exclaimed. It wasn't that long of a walk, so they would be fine. So, she turned around and walked towards Choreto, but not before yelling, "Suivez-moi, mes chéris." This obviously confused the Taino following her, but she didn't care.

They went to Choreto and then walked to a house that was made for Luna sometime last month. It was a bit bigger than some of the other houses, and filled with more extravagant items, mostly found by Luna. She turned back at the people who followed her inside and tipped her white tophat to them. "Bonne journée, mon peuple. Aujourd'hui, je vais vous apprendre à parler le français. Good day, my people. Today I am going to teach you how to speak French."

Of course, none of the Taino understood French, or even what it was, and Luna knew she was going to be in for a long learning session. She was going to get them to say one or two basic sentences before they all left. She would let them dismiss after a while, though, but hopefully they made some progress by then.

And then, about a few hours later, she got them to say 'hello, my name is' in French. It took forever, but she was pretty proud of it. Of course, the lessons were...not professional, and it caused her to pull at her hair and snap at them in annoyance. How could they not understand something so simple? She startled some of them with her sudden snaps at them, but she didn't care. They needed to learn this stuff! It'd be much more convenient! ...well, at least for her it'd be. For the Taino's...probably not as much. There was also he problem of this overriding the Taino language, but she could just make these classes optional. ....Eh, she'd focus on it later.

"Okay, we did some good work today. You're all dismissed! We'll have these lessons again next week." She said before they all began to file out of her room. Alonso had stared at her for a few seconds longer before turning around and walking away. Everything was going swimmingly! Luna hopped over to her bed and then laid down, happy to feel the surprisingly soft, comforting bed. Tomorrow...she didn't know what she'd do tomorrow. Maybe go for a walk or something if she could find the time. She could decide that tomorrow though!

Luna then put her hands behind her bed and stared up at the ceiling. ...what? You thought she'd go to sleep? Nah. She'd just be staring at the ceiling, waiting until morning, and then decide what to do afterwards.
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Postby Imperial Idaho » Sun Apr 10, 2016 12:49 am

Bagram, Hindu Kush, Kushan Empire

James sighed as he sat on the log beside the campfire, he had just spoken with the Emperor of the Kushan. It was stressful for James as it was his first meeting with a foreign leader, and a powerful one at that. It went well, he sent Puerignis's regards and answered some questions of the Emperor's, he made sure to compliment the man and his Empire when possible.

They had camped outside of the city for a day now, and it was quite cold, it was odd the emperor was here with much warmer land to the south in the Empire. The expedition would leave the next day, as it was late now, and James had a few of the crew members purchase a barrel of alcohol for part of the trip and was waiting for it to arrive. After a few short minutes they returned with the barrel and news, or at least a rumor.

One of the men from the Order of the Son, Gladio, approached him and said "There was a drunk in the street ranting about some Earth Lord and divine beings." James had asked the two men to tell him about any odd rumors they heard at the start of the expedition. "Where did he say they were?" James replied. "He never said." Gladios responded. "Well then go find out." He said. Gladios nodded to the other man from the Order of the Son, and they headed out of the camp.

They returned later and said these "Divine Beings" were by the mountains in the east. It wouldn't be much of a detour, James was planning to pass them anyways. He definitely didn't plan on going through the Himalayas, it would be a death trap. The person, or rather possibly people, he was expecting to find would be another question entirely. Its possible that it was just the rant of a drunk man or some imposter cultist and his cronies, though he couldn't take that chance. It was also entirely likely that it was one man and dinky robots, or that an entire group of people decided India was nice at this point in history.

He could understand why Puerginis wanted to find out, though it was likely paranoia that made him send James out here, that someone was out to get him. James never considered himself to be paranoid, he was simply curious, he was curious about things ever since he was a little kid. Though you know what they say, Curiosity killed the cat, if James was lucky he would not suffer the same fate. It took James a little longer to get to sleep that night, as he thought of all the possibilities this mystery person could be.
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Postby G-Tech Corporation » Sun Apr 10, 2016 9:36 am

Gardens of the Moon, Sojourner's Repose, Slopes of the Himalayas, Indian Subcontinent
24th of May, 101 AD

Through the slowly rotating racks of plants the man paced, his step measured, his breath calm. About him the fragrances of a hundred subtropical plants suffused the air with sweet nectar, a heady cocktail that almost made the head euphoric as it filled the lungs. Beneath the sojourner's feet smooth polished stone provided cool repose before the modest warmth of the Gardens, all lit with the pale glow of moonlight filtering down through armorglas windows set on the mountainside far above. It was relaxing, Winthrop found to walk here amidst his creations. Each green life had been forged new, her essence that of the old world, but her present form a smithing of the desired and the existent. Within the coils and tendrils of the plants as the swam slowly between earth and sky was bound the will of man, for each bore an organic compound which the man out of time wished to isolate and refine.

Aspirin. Quinine. Opiates. Anti-inflammatories. Antibiotics. Neurosuppressants. All these made their homes in his garden, their complex forms given flesh in plants that would flourish in this climate, each embodied in ten dozen species to determine which ones thrived and which would perish before the vagaries of the Indian weather.

Between the flowers and plants and saplings flitted small drones barely larger than a man's fist, tending to the needs of the nascent herbs and lives. This was the first generation, and Winthrop was certain that most of this batch would be largely useless. His attempts using his translocator had already failed to produce any bioluminescent trees, a blue-sky project aimed at improving working conditions for those thousands who followed the word of the Lord of the Earth. But the sojourner was not discouraged. His machine was rudimentary now, for production could hardly be diverted from his more important projects.

But in time improvement would be seen. Once the people of the villages could begin benefitting from modern medicine, he would select the first priests from amongst the faithful, sheepherds for the flock. Already the Malleators in the dozen villages that had accepted the word of Amareth were teaching their charges how to avoid the corruptions of ill choice, of sin, of impurity. In time more would come to faith merely by seeing what belief begat in those who held the word of the Lord in their hearts, instead of by Winthrop sending his emissaries to do wonders in their midst.

Of course, there was still the matter of the Kushans to be dealt with. As his missionaries pushed farther south, the towns grew larger, and they had already encountered merchants with links to the far off Indus Valley. Some had believed, and would carry the word of the miracles and signs far and wide. Since by definition the authority of Winthrop ran counter to servitude to a far-off King, there would have to be a reckoning. One day...
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Postby The Olog-Hai » Sun Apr 10, 2016 7:40 pm

Republic of the Cristo wrote:
The Olog-Hai wrote:'What I am getting at," Aryeh replied, "is that I don't even come from this time. I come from down the line of one of those paths. A prophet from my time sent me back here with a few gifts. He told me that I should use these to change a few certain events, which would switch what path we would travel down. G-d had wished us to travel down one path, but we had traveled down another in my time, which the prophet was commanded to change."


Abraham looked at the man with a stern look. A minute later, " Are you feeling okay my son? You don't look bad but you might have a fever." He placed his hand up to his forehead and felt for a temperature. " Why don't sit down, hm?"

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"I know you think I've crazy, that I'm somehow sick in the head." Aryeh replied, actually quite calmly. "I can give you proof of what I say, if you wish. Stand back. This is gonna be really hot." He motions back Abraham, and the rabbi backs up.
Aryeh pulls out his laser cutter, toggles it a bit, and turns it on. A glowing ray of heat emerges.
"Toss me a stone," he shouts to the rabbi, and the rabbi does so.
Aryeh tosses the stone through the beam, and it melts into a glassy thing.
"Now, let me assure you that this is indeed the work of G-d. You'll have to trust me on that, but I can make more of these things using this book here." Aryeh says, pulling out his schematic book.
The rabbi, who has been cowering in the corner, yet still looking dignified replies. "I guess I will have to trust you. Now, what did you come here about in the first place?"
"Well, that's a long story. See...." Aryeh begins rambling off his story, summarizing the key points that there's gonna be a rebellion in about 30 years that will fail and that Aryeh plans to make it sooner and make it succeed.
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Postby Imperial Idaho » Thu Apr 14, 2016 10:35 pm

Un-Named Village, Bank of the Ganges, Northern India, Kushan Empire

James was exhausted, it had been another week until the reached the Himalayas, and it was a nightmare. Going through the grasslands was easy enough, and the Kushan Emperor had gave them a rite of passage throughout his Empire, though yet again the mountains were hell. He preferred to walk alongside the luxury cart at times or on a horse as sitting inside would mean going over the rocky, unmaintained, and narrow mountain roads shaking around inside. Though they had got through the mountains faster than James expected, and they had drank through the rest of the barrel of Alcohol in celebration, and the next part of the trip was going easy. All they had to do was keep going east until someone would tell them where this "Earth Lord" was and they would go there, which they had now done.

The expedition entered the Village at high-noon, and began asking around after receiving some curious stares. The locals said he was residing in a cave along the mountains, though no-one would lead them there, so they made camp. If he was there, not to mention real, than he was bound the go to the village at some point.
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Towers of Ivory, Ironborn Bastion, Slopes of the Himalayas, Indian Subcontinent
2nd of June, 101 AD

Along the quiet corridors the man out of time walked, his feet padded and soft as he wound his way between the glass columns. Here far to the east of his original landing site he walked with his refurbished drone, the simple AI humming the 1812 overture contentedly. It was an appropriate tune for the time, he pondered, for within each glass cylinder a meter in diameter a centrifuge spun at speed, purifying the elements from the soil upon which the complex had been erected. Bored in to the mountainside by a thousand synthetic hands, the Bastion was already beginning to gear up for full-scale industrial output. As Winthrop turned his eyes to gaze in to a single tube he noted the tiny whisps of yellowcake forming as if spun silk along the exterior of the centrifuge, and a predatory grin ghosted across his face.

This world was so soft, so ripe for the picking. Even if men had come from his own time, they had not the force of will, the foresight to reshape this existence to their desires. Winthrop-Who-Walked was not like them, not flesh and bone, but steel and silicon. Still in his secret chambers hidden beneath innumerable tons of earth and blastcrete the plan unfolded according to his design, even as more of the little folk of this bubble of time came to dance to the tune he called. In one hand he offered them salvation, with the other demanding subservience. It was a lie as old as humanity, the lie of a release from the mortal condition. Men would cast away all they owned and commit terrible deeds in the desperate hope that they might ward off the icy fingers of death which came for all. And this desperation was the fuel of his control that spread as shadowy tendrils from the mountainsides. Wonders and signs his prophets did, and the people threw themselves to the earth in the desire to become part of something greater.

Onwards the sojourner walked, in to the white chamber at the heart of the Bastion where grain after careful grain of the subatomically purified yellowcake was painstakingly assembled under artificial hands. Signs and wonders he would work indeed, and those he would become truly then death, destroyer of worlds.

Village of Response, Ganges River Valley, Indian Subcontinent
5th of June, 101 AD

With the coming of dawn a man curiously approached the caravan of the easterners, cloaked in a gray robe cut in a curious fashion, what James might see as a greatcoat of old Earth if he knew his history. The man wearing it towered over any of the villagers by a head, deep swarthy skin and black hair set off by pale ice-blue eyes certainly not native to the river country and farmers of these humble outlying holdings of the Kushans. His face was set, neutral, but he spoke, in fair-mannered Hindi to the translator of the group eloquently.

"I am Malleator Blzarias, and would have words with your master, the one the villagers say comes from far to the west. The clothing of your companions is strange to them, and they say you bring no goods of trade, merely swords. I would speak to the one who leads your party to learn what business you have in these lands, the lands of Repose."
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Village of Response, Bank of the Ganges, Northern India, Kushan Empire

"That would be me," James said as he eyed the man up and down "We come from the Roman Empire, we are to make contact with foreign Kings and search for anything or anyone divine. Tell me, you are not from these lands are you?"
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Ex-Nation

Postby Reatra » Mon Apr 18, 2016 9:13 am

It had been almost five years since Riley had landed in the past. He was once a smart, yet still solidly average, man in the utopian times of 2100, and now he was the revered monarch of a Chinese-Native state in Western North America. His heart fluttered at the thought of him actually having become a king, an emperor… an Impirren. Five years ago he was just a young man, now he was the man who’d done the most good for humanity, ever! Who else had been so ferverous in their education of the masses? Now there were tens of thousands of farmers and artisans, the lowest rung of the societal ladder, who were literate in pinyin! Hundreds of men were learning the intricacies of engineering and mathematics and science! Who else had begun an industrial revolution seventeen hundred years early, and used that newfound surplus to make life better for all? Who else had brought futuristic ideas of disease and medicine and agriculture? Who else ensured that everyone was always employed and that they were always fed? Truly, Riley was the greatest humanitarian there ever was. And to make sure that everyone continued to be happy and employed, efficiency was necessary. That is why Riley always made great speeches about efficiency. He explained how, while for the moment California was far ahead of her neighbors in technology, eventually the other nations would catch up and gain the machines currently known by California. Then California would need to be far ahead still, and in order to ensure that they’d still have the advantage over any potential enemies. What if the Middle Kingdom gained access to steam power and gunpowder? And then decided that California should rightfully be theirs? Well, due to their population, California would fall if that happened today, but if it happened in the future when California was even more advanced than it currently is, they might survive. Any number of things could undermine the lives of the Californian people, so it was the duty of the people and of the Administration to make sure that everything went well and was finished efficiently.

The Central Valley and the Bay Area were great symbols of what could be done when people worked in cooperation and without selfish goals in mind. Where once there were hundreds of thousands of natives and their villages now stood tens of thousands of Chinese and several thousand assimilated natives. The marshes grew rice while the dry parts grew wheat and maize and a myriad of other crops. Potatoes gave the masses nutrition and calories, while all the other dozen crops brought from around the continent contributed to one of the most diverse diets in the world. Plus the now thousands of cattle and horses and oxen and swine and sheep brought over from the Old World allowed for meat to be served, for wool to be spun, and for ploughs to be ploughed. California, for being one of the smaller states, was most definitely the most productive in the world per capita. Railroads connected the largest cities to each other, San Francisco to Fresno to Sacramento, among others, but the roads were what was really useful. In order for all the produce of those thousands of farmers to reach Sacramento and Fresno to be shipped around the nation there needed to be ways to easily move carts along. The roads flattened and paved by the laborers served that purpose, as did the fact that all the irrigation canals in the region led to the Sacramento and San Joaquin Rivers anyway. In San Francisco the area was truly an industrial city. It was beautiful too, because Riley’s nanobots, while unable to construct modern machinery due to losing their major programming, were able to build whole yet still detailed objects. In fact, most of Riley’s regalia was built by them. The crown, the cape, the gown, the throne, the axe-mace, the statues in The Palace of the Impirren, the guns, the armor, and other decorations around the city. All these things made San Francisco beautiful, and Riley was able to ensure happiness among the working populace in that way. Happy people were more likely to listen to their superiors, and therefore more likely to work and produce without issue. Everyone in San Francisco lived in dense apartments, the hundred thousand people lived on only a tenth of the city’s land area, the rest used for parks and factories. The Bay Area slowly filled with more and more ships, men, and goods, Riley planned to, soon, overwhelm the traitorous tribes of the Bay Area with economic dominance… or conquest, if it came to that.
yee haw it's time for mass line

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