Monday, October 11, 2004

*coughs*

Bother, I'd forgotten I'd not written an update here yet. Erm... * * * A deserted island in a sunny archipelago. From the room in his Town Centre, Hugo the Third (descendant of the rulers of the pround Mongol race) observed the land that would one day house his empire. So far it was only three villagers and a scout strong, but soon, very soon, he would be triumphant. His blue-robed people would one day cover the entire map! Immediately he set to work- sending his villagers to build houses for the immanent arrival of more workers, and sent the scout to round up some sheep for food. He stroked his long Mongol beard and sat back in his chair. Yes, this empire wouldincredibly prosperous. It was a rocky start- while the people multiplied, new research was carried out and more buildings were erected, the resources were dwindling, and it frequently alternated between not having enough wood or food, both of which were vital. His stockpiles of gold and stonehad hardly be touched- they would be needed later, though. Suddenly- news from the other kingdoms! The others had progressed much further than he'd anticipated- already they had Barracks, Archery Ranges and Stables. This was preposterous! How dare they challenge his empire with such petty means? He was the one true ruler. He and his allies, of course (the Japanese and Byzantines, red and purple ees respectively), but they didn't matter that much. They mainly went about their own business and said "Gold, please" whenever they were short on resources. You would never see Hugo the Third beg for gold. Never! There was no glory in begging. Conquest, however... As soon as the Feudal Age came about he started creating the foundations of a formidable army- Archers, Skirmishers, Scout Cavalry, Men-At-Arms- everything was beginning to come together. he even had the beginnings of a navy- three small but effective War Galleys waiting by the Dock, while Fishing Ships darted in and out, providing him with the means to feed his glorious empire's citizens. But hark! More news! The ememies (The Duke of Gloucester) were attacking his allies, Emperor Matsumoto of Japan! This was unfortunate indeed. Hugo the third stroked his beard again and thought abuot building up his defences for the inevitable invasion. The Castle Age appeared, giving Hugo the Third much more scope to expand his empire- ship upgrades, new research and the introduction of a Monastery for increasing his ties to the land and people. Wih Monks studying the ancient Relic found on his lad, gold was slowly being leeched into his pocket, to be spent on ships and weapons. But no! The old was disappearing! The huge mines on his land had been compltely purged of all possible trace of the precious metal- all he could do was wait until he had enough and then spend it on the most necessary materials. And all the while, the farmland was beginning to die- his workers were not working efficiently enough, and attacks from the English, Spanish and French ships were constantly playing on his mind- if they broke through the line of Guard Towers, they would be finished! As soon as he was able, he upgraded his armada of ships to Galleons to aid his plight. Alas, the English would not leave him alone! Their ships were faster and attacked harder than his- something had to be done! Creating another armada of Elite Cannon Galleons, he stormed the coast of the Spanish country and decimated their castles, giving him leave to plant some more Guard Towers (soon upgraded to Keeps)to aid the defence of the realm. The Turning of the Tide! The Spanish had fallen! His Elite Cannon Galleons had a much greater range and attack power than their buildings, and their villagers were made short work of by his Paladins and unique Mangudai units, who excelled in archery and had an affinity for destroying siege weapons. He stroked his beard agaIt was three against two now. The odds were looking to be in his favour... Suddenly, another discovery! The French had not returned a Relic to their Monsatery! A waste of gold, indeed! Although across the map from him, Hugo the Third saw his chance- it meant risking the tiny Transport Ship through English territ, but it was a risk worth taking. He ordered his single monk on a long and perilous voyage. Knowing it was for a good cause (and gold), the monk obeyed. Where years seemed like seconds and the constant attacks were beginning to subside, the Mongol Monk returned and brought with him a gateway to more gold, and more power. Hugo the Third had hence learnt of another small island covered in gold and stone, both of which he was in desperate need of. A surprise attack by the French left him short of cavalry- while the villagers basked in the security of the castles, he was busy balancing resources on a knife-edge, training up more Paladins and Hussars to aid his quest. once the troops were ready to leave, they left. The Path to Victory is Laid With Gold! The mines established, gold was being collected rapidly- he could now build a navy forty ships strong! Galleons, Fast Fire Ships, Elite Cannon Galleons- he was ready to launch his assault on the remaining two powers. Stroking his beard for a final time before his immanent victory, along with the Japanese infantry he razed the French castles to the ground and obliterated the English fleet, stopping only to reassure his farmers that they would continue to prosper throughout history. When the final message of abdication reached his throne, he laughed a laugh that shook the world. Yes, he had been victorious. * * * Meh, this is a bit of a crap interpretation, but I enjoy Age of Empires II all the same.

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