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Hum, trying to civilize the natives and calling them “old Greeks”. I am not sure you will be able to befriend the natives though… 
phew... I just read the whole AAR. Took a few hours, too.
First, I would liko to congradulate you on your superb AAR. It's very fun, but I would just want to stronger connection to the game, as you are alienating time more and more. Also, you should post mini screenshots of your colonial empire or something
VPeric
First, I would liko to congradulate you on your superb AAR. It's very fun, but I would just want to stronger connection to the game, as you are alienating time more and more. Also, you should post mini screenshots of your colonial empire or something
VPeric
Judge- Guess we'll have to wait and see, eh?
VPeric- alienating time? I don't understand. As for screenshots, there will be some coming up. As for closer connection to the game? Well, if I did that to closely the AAR would already be over. Not alot happens during colonization, no wars, et al. But don't worry, I'll have something to say about issues at large with the game soon...
VPeric- alienating time? I don't understand. As for screenshots, there will be some coming up. As for closer connection to the game? Well, if I did that to closely the AAR would already be over. Not alot happens during colonization, no wars, et al. But don't worry, I'll have something to say about issues at large with the game soon...
I'm late but I'm here. It was only right now that I noticed the update, but I did notice it!
Macedonian guys? From the times of Alexander Magnus? Nice theory. And with galleys of more than 1400 years... haven't Paris think on the possibility that his cousins might have actually built new galleys, this time with tropical wood?
Still, keep it comming!
Macedonian guys? From the times of Alexander Magnus? Nice theory. And with galleys of more than 1400 years... haven't Paris think on the possibility that his cousins might have actually built new galleys, this time with tropical wood?
Still, keep it comming!
Anibal- Remember, Paris doesn't know much for certain. He is speculating. Besides, I DID mention that he believe they might have been replacing rotten timbers with new pieces of wood. They wouldn't be 1700 years old. Probably no more than 20 years for any one particular part of the galleys. Could they have built new ones? You'll have to wait and see!
Don't these ous like that... it's not funny
But you could give ous the new update.... now that would be funny :rofl:
But you could give ous the new update.... now that would be funny :rofl:
Picking chestnuts in the cooler temperatures of late September was better than the alternative, which was stomping grapes to make wine. At least that was the feeling among those working this day. The English had gotten a penchance for them during the upcoming Christmas holiday season. They used to import them from Southern Italy but what with the wars that had been going on there for so many years that Cyprus had managed to grab the English market for chestnuts.
It didn’t look to be a good holiday for most nations. Europe was still engulfed in warfare. From the far north with Sweden, Denmark, Poland, Lithuania, and Russia embroiled in warfare amongst each other, to the far south with the Italian states battling each other as well as Austria, Castile, Aragon, and the Turks. As well as those in between, with England and France fighting each other and the various minor French states. Lest anyone think the German states were peaceful, let me disabuse you of that notion. If there was one that was at peace, I would be hard pressed to find it.
Even the Islamic nations were at war, with the Mamelukes in a war against Tripoli, and the Turks. The Hedjaz was involved as well as Aden. Oman and Aden were at war with each other, and the Persians were at war with the Khanates north of them. All in all, only Rhodes and Cyprus were at peace. The world, as Cyprus knew it, was at war, with no end in sight.
Somehow the other nations being at war had kept Cyprus safe. Nobody wished to get involved in yet another front in their current conflicts, which was a sure sign that God was looking out for the tiny island nation. Rhodes still dreamed of returning to the mainland, but Cyprus having given up that dream had expanded into colonies along Africa’s western coast and into the Caribbean. The Diogenes Sea was quiet, without the normal hurricanes that plagued the area most years.
It was if everything had worked out in such a way to give Cyprus the best opportunity to protect and expand without the fear of warfare from its far larger neighbors. In game terms I have reached the ability to assault fortresses. But since I have no need to do so, that isn’t really an issue for me. My naval capability has grown to about the same as the land. My trading ability is pretty good, although I have kept out of the Venetian and Genoan markets. The time they last there is so small as to not make it worth it. I’ve kept myself restricted to Alexandria, Tago, Thrace, and Isfahan at times. Yes, a mostly muslim trading zone, but my merchants stay longer and make it far more worthwhile to me.
My army isn’t all that large. In fact, I am below the threshold of my maximum capacity for army. Which is good, since I am SLIGHTLY over my maximum capacity in naval ships. What a surprise, since I am a colonizing nation. I am still pretty narrowminded, and middle of the road in innovativeness. I am more toward naval than land, and more toward quality than quantity. I am also more towards serfdom than free subjects, which is again not much of a surprise.
I will be posting a real update probably next week. A Christmas like one, I think
It didn’t look to be a good holiday for most nations. Europe was still engulfed in warfare. From the far north with Sweden, Denmark, Poland, Lithuania, and Russia embroiled in warfare amongst each other, to the far south with the Italian states battling each other as well as Austria, Castile, Aragon, and the Turks. As well as those in between, with England and France fighting each other and the various minor French states. Lest anyone think the German states were peaceful, let me disabuse you of that notion. If there was one that was at peace, I would be hard pressed to find it.
Even the Islamic nations were at war, with the Mamelukes in a war against Tripoli, and the Turks. The Hedjaz was involved as well as Aden. Oman and Aden were at war with each other, and the Persians were at war with the Khanates north of them. All in all, only Rhodes and Cyprus were at peace. The world, as Cyprus knew it, was at war, with no end in sight.
Somehow the other nations being at war had kept Cyprus safe. Nobody wished to get involved in yet another front in their current conflicts, which was a sure sign that God was looking out for the tiny island nation. Rhodes still dreamed of returning to the mainland, but Cyprus having given up that dream had expanded into colonies along Africa’s western coast and into the Caribbean. The Diogenes Sea was quiet, without the normal hurricanes that plagued the area most years.
It was if everything had worked out in such a way to give Cyprus the best opportunity to protect and expand without the fear of warfare from its far larger neighbors. In game terms I have reached the ability to assault fortresses. But since I have no need to do so, that isn’t really an issue for me. My naval capability has grown to about the same as the land. My trading ability is pretty good, although I have kept out of the Venetian and Genoan markets. The time they last there is so small as to not make it worth it. I’ve kept myself restricted to Alexandria, Tago, Thrace, and Isfahan at times. Yes, a mostly muslim trading zone, but my merchants stay longer and make it far more worthwhile to me.
My army isn’t all that large. In fact, I am below the threshold of my maximum capacity for army. Which is good, since I am SLIGHTLY over my maximum capacity in naval ships. What a surprise, since I am a colonizing nation. I am still pretty narrowminded, and middle of the road in innovativeness. I am more toward naval than land, and more toward quality than quantity. I am also more towards serfdom than free subjects, which is again not much of a surprise.
I will be posting a real update probably next week. A Christmas like one, I think
As promised, the start of the Christmas portion of this AAR....So far this is only the start of it. I'm not sure how many installments it will take, but hopefully you will enjoy it.
December 24, 1473
Barbados
Paris stepped off the ship onto a most unusual pier. It appeared to be made of concrete, but with strange shell like patterns within it. A very pretty effect. He hadn’t had a chance to return to Barbados in years. Ever since the accord with the Winward Island Kingdom he had been posted in Cyprus as a staff officer. It had been nearly ten years since he had been to the Caribbean.
His adoptive brother and sister were grown up now. His father, Ajax, had sent paintings of them to Cyprus for the family to see. Xylon was almost 17, while Alyssa was almost 21. His father was 66 and while still hale and hearty, it was unknown how much longer he would live.
Paris had decided that it was time and past time to visit him. With his new appointment as General of the Colonial Armies he chose to make Barbados as his base of operations. Over the past ten years it had grown into a prosperous colonial city. In fact, it has surpassed Puerto Rico as the most populous colony in the Caribbean. It was still smaller than the African colonies, but it was far richer than they were as well.
The sugar and coffee that had been sent to Europe over the years had caused a boom in wealth and opportunity for many in the colonies and all were pleased with developments in the region. Ajax had proven to be just as able an administrator as he had been a warrior.
As Paris walked through the harbor district he noticed the streets were paved with the same stylish concrete as the piers. Although the colors in it were more pronounced. Whereas the pier whorls were white the ones in the streets and the raised sidewalks were of soft blues, and greens, and sparkling white and crimson. The effect was quite pretty.
There were street lamps wherever he walked. Of a strange design, they seem to be capable of being lowered from their height to be lit. He reasoned thus when one was being lowered as he walked along. He stood there and watched as the man servicing it placed some kind of oil inside it and replaced the wick. Closing what appeared to be a storm lantern on the top of the lamp post he used a small crank to raise it back into position before pulling the crank out and moving on to the next lamp.
Paris smiled at the sight as he continued on up the hill toward the Governor’s Palace. The raised sidewalks were clean and the people moved along them purposefully. Many shops were still open and doing a brisk last minute holiday business. Horse drawn carts clattered down the streets. What impressed Paris most is that instead of going willy nilly wherever they wished those traveling one direction would stay on the right side of the street while other going the opposite direction would stay on the other side of the street.
There were red signs at side streets, while main thoroughfares seemed to have the majority of the rights of way. Paris presumed the red signs were some sort of reasoning for being there. Until he saw carts and wagons and riders on horses stopping to allow the main street people the right of way. When the street cleared they would then, one at a time, cross or enter the street in whichever direction they desired to go. A most efficient mode of traffic control. Paris wondered who had thought of it.
The wall around the Palace was of decorative stone with actual sea shells imbedded into it painted and arranged in decorative patterns. The sea was represented with blue shells, while ships were shown with brown shells. Dolphins in a gray and white shells, and so many more shapes that were pleasing to the eye. The gates were of delicate ironwork shaped in the seal of Cyprus.
Paris marched up to the gates and presented his papers to the guard standing at attention before the entrance. The man looked at them, saluted and called out for the inner guard to escort him to the door of the palace. A runner dashed ahead to announce his arrival. All very efficient. Smoke could be seen billowing from could only be the kitchen annex.
Paris pulled his hand cart along behind him as he trudged along behind the guard. At the door a butler was waiting with a towel, a basin of water, and a refreshing tropical fruit drink. Paris cleansed the dirt and sweat from his face and hands and patted his hands dry before accepting the fruit drink.
“Welcome home, sir,” the butler said,” My name is Cyrano. Your father is in his study. Your siblings are in the kitchen and gaming room respectively.”
“I suspect I should see my father first,” Paris stepped into the entry hall.
The interior of the place had been decorated for the holiday. Pine garlands wound up the grand staircase and around every door in sight. Brightly colored bows were placed at the top of the garlands above the doorways and spaced carefully along the garland winding up the staircase. Ribbon had been curled around the garland in colors of red, white, and green adding even more color to the display. The hardwood floors gleamed with a polish that impressed even Paris.
A small table with a silver salver sat near the door. Obviously for some reason Paris didn’t understand. The scent of coconut permeated the air. Small lamps had been placed along the walls with delicate glass panels to emit the light. Paintings of landscapes from all over Barbados and Cyprus decorated the hall. A closed door to his right apparently led directly to the study.
Paris walked over to it, his boots echoing solidly from the floorboards. He knocked on the door and heard what sounded like enter waft through the solid door. Reaching for the brass door knob he turned it and opened the door. Inside was a rather large room. The walls were covered in bookshelves, books placed on every shelf. It was more books than he had ever seen in his life. The hardwood flooring continued into this room, but in a checkered pattern that reminded one of a chess board. The desk was massive with two lamps upon it and a chandelier above swaying gently in the tropical breeze from an open window. It also seemed to have tiny lamps there rather than the typical candles. It could be lowered to light the lamps.
A large table seemed to be covered by maps to the point of overflowing. The desk also had a large pile of paper in two stacks. His father had aged rather much over the intervening years. His hair was now a snowy white, as was his beard. Still his eyes were clear and his body still looked to be in great shape, as if he were twenty years younger than he really was. He looked pleased to see his wayward son and jumped up to trot around the desk and embrace Paris in a great hug of welcome.
“Paris!” Ajax exclaimed,” I wasn’t sure you’d make it for Christmas!”
“I wasn’t sure myself,” Paris admitted,” Being becalmed two weeks out of New Carthage had me worried. But a late autumn gale managed to spring us free and we made up time with us being able to scud along ahead of the storm. It petered out about a week out of Barbados but we were back on schedule, to all intents and purposes.”
“Grand!” Ajax smiled,” I see you have the traditional drink of Barbados.”
“What is it?” Paris inquired, “I can’t quite place it.”
“Bananas, strawberries,” Ajax informed him proudly,” blackberries, and pineapples.”
“No wonder I couldn’t place it,” Paris chuckled,” We don’t get bananas and pineapples in Cyprus.”
“Sit down, my boy,” Ajax urged him to take a seat at one of the three leather chairs placed in front of his desk,” I’m just about finished for the day. Just have to sign a couple of documents and I can stop slaving away for the holiday season.”
“Glad to hear it,” Paris smiled at his father,” How are my siblings doing?”
”I think I should let them tell you themselves,” Ajax grinned,” They’ve been VERY busy, and quite productive citizens to the colony.”
”Good,” Paris couldn’t stop smiling, it was GREAT to be home,” I brought gifts of course.”
“You didn’t need to bring us anything,” Ajax objected,” Having you home is gift enough for us.”
“I know,” Paris demurred,” But I couldn’t help myself.”
“Well, so be it,” Ajax finished with a flourish,” Now let us go see your brother and sister.”
“I hear my brother is in the gaming room while Alyssa is in the kitchen,” Paris mentioned.
“Your brother enjoys playing chess,” Ajax explained,” He likes to study the board and try to figure out new ways to surprise whatever opponent he can convince to play with him.”
”Alyssa?” Paris prodded.
“She loves to cook,” Ajax smiled proudly,” With all her duties and responsibilities she doesn’t get the opportunity to do it like she would wish to, which is why we have a cook. But she was SURE you would arrive today and she wished to prepare the evening meal in anticipation of your arrival.”
Paris sniffed appreciatively,” Home cooking! Haven’t had that in quite some time. Smells great!”
“Make sure to tell her that,” Ajax said,” It makes her happy to hear how we appreciate her efforts.”
“I will,” Paris stopped and looked at the tree in the drawing room. A massive twelve foot pine that towered nearly to the ceiling. A wonderful angel with wings and delicate lace robes was placed on the top of the tree. Candles were placed on the tree but not lit as of yet. Colored ribbon had been strung around the tree and something Paris had never seen before, colored glass balls with scenes of various things, such as the wise men, the baby Jesus and other things he didn’t recognize.
All in all it was the most beautiful tree he had ever seen and it fairly took his breath away. He turned back toward his hand cart outside the front door and retrieved a very large trunk which he managed to wrestle into the drawing room, refusing the help of his father or Cyrano. He unlocked it and started to put colored packages under the tree along with other packages that were already placed under the tree.
December 24, 1473
Barbados
Paris stepped off the ship onto a most unusual pier. It appeared to be made of concrete, but with strange shell like patterns within it. A very pretty effect. He hadn’t had a chance to return to Barbados in years. Ever since the accord with the Winward Island Kingdom he had been posted in Cyprus as a staff officer. It had been nearly ten years since he had been to the Caribbean.
His adoptive brother and sister were grown up now. His father, Ajax, had sent paintings of them to Cyprus for the family to see. Xylon was almost 17, while Alyssa was almost 21. His father was 66 and while still hale and hearty, it was unknown how much longer he would live.
Paris had decided that it was time and past time to visit him. With his new appointment as General of the Colonial Armies he chose to make Barbados as his base of operations. Over the past ten years it had grown into a prosperous colonial city. In fact, it has surpassed Puerto Rico as the most populous colony in the Caribbean. It was still smaller than the African colonies, but it was far richer than they were as well.
The sugar and coffee that had been sent to Europe over the years had caused a boom in wealth and opportunity for many in the colonies and all were pleased with developments in the region. Ajax had proven to be just as able an administrator as he had been a warrior.
As Paris walked through the harbor district he noticed the streets were paved with the same stylish concrete as the piers. Although the colors in it were more pronounced. Whereas the pier whorls were white the ones in the streets and the raised sidewalks were of soft blues, and greens, and sparkling white and crimson. The effect was quite pretty.
There were street lamps wherever he walked. Of a strange design, they seem to be capable of being lowered from their height to be lit. He reasoned thus when one was being lowered as he walked along. He stood there and watched as the man servicing it placed some kind of oil inside it and replaced the wick. Closing what appeared to be a storm lantern on the top of the lamp post he used a small crank to raise it back into position before pulling the crank out and moving on to the next lamp.
Paris smiled at the sight as he continued on up the hill toward the Governor’s Palace. The raised sidewalks were clean and the people moved along them purposefully. Many shops were still open and doing a brisk last minute holiday business. Horse drawn carts clattered down the streets. What impressed Paris most is that instead of going willy nilly wherever they wished those traveling one direction would stay on the right side of the street while other going the opposite direction would stay on the other side of the street.
There were red signs at side streets, while main thoroughfares seemed to have the majority of the rights of way. Paris presumed the red signs were some sort of reasoning for being there. Until he saw carts and wagons and riders on horses stopping to allow the main street people the right of way. When the street cleared they would then, one at a time, cross or enter the street in whichever direction they desired to go. A most efficient mode of traffic control. Paris wondered who had thought of it.
The wall around the Palace was of decorative stone with actual sea shells imbedded into it painted and arranged in decorative patterns. The sea was represented with blue shells, while ships were shown with brown shells. Dolphins in a gray and white shells, and so many more shapes that were pleasing to the eye. The gates were of delicate ironwork shaped in the seal of Cyprus.
Paris marched up to the gates and presented his papers to the guard standing at attention before the entrance. The man looked at them, saluted and called out for the inner guard to escort him to the door of the palace. A runner dashed ahead to announce his arrival. All very efficient. Smoke could be seen billowing from could only be the kitchen annex.
Paris pulled his hand cart along behind him as he trudged along behind the guard. At the door a butler was waiting with a towel, a basin of water, and a refreshing tropical fruit drink. Paris cleansed the dirt and sweat from his face and hands and patted his hands dry before accepting the fruit drink.
“Welcome home, sir,” the butler said,” My name is Cyrano. Your father is in his study. Your siblings are in the kitchen and gaming room respectively.”
“I suspect I should see my father first,” Paris stepped into the entry hall.
The interior of the place had been decorated for the holiday. Pine garlands wound up the grand staircase and around every door in sight. Brightly colored bows were placed at the top of the garlands above the doorways and spaced carefully along the garland winding up the staircase. Ribbon had been curled around the garland in colors of red, white, and green adding even more color to the display. The hardwood floors gleamed with a polish that impressed even Paris.
A small table with a silver salver sat near the door. Obviously for some reason Paris didn’t understand. The scent of coconut permeated the air. Small lamps had been placed along the walls with delicate glass panels to emit the light. Paintings of landscapes from all over Barbados and Cyprus decorated the hall. A closed door to his right apparently led directly to the study.
Paris walked over to it, his boots echoing solidly from the floorboards. He knocked on the door and heard what sounded like enter waft through the solid door. Reaching for the brass door knob he turned it and opened the door. Inside was a rather large room. The walls were covered in bookshelves, books placed on every shelf. It was more books than he had ever seen in his life. The hardwood flooring continued into this room, but in a checkered pattern that reminded one of a chess board. The desk was massive with two lamps upon it and a chandelier above swaying gently in the tropical breeze from an open window. It also seemed to have tiny lamps there rather than the typical candles. It could be lowered to light the lamps.
A large table seemed to be covered by maps to the point of overflowing. The desk also had a large pile of paper in two stacks. His father had aged rather much over the intervening years. His hair was now a snowy white, as was his beard. Still his eyes were clear and his body still looked to be in great shape, as if he were twenty years younger than he really was. He looked pleased to see his wayward son and jumped up to trot around the desk and embrace Paris in a great hug of welcome.
“Paris!” Ajax exclaimed,” I wasn’t sure you’d make it for Christmas!”
“I wasn’t sure myself,” Paris admitted,” Being becalmed two weeks out of New Carthage had me worried. But a late autumn gale managed to spring us free and we made up time with us being able to scud along ahead of the storm. It petered out about a week out of Barbados but we were back on schedule, to all intents and purposes.”
“Grand!” Ajax smiled,” I see you have the traditional drink of Barbados.”
“What is it?” Paris inquired, “I can’t quite place it.”
“Bananas, strawberries,” Ajax informed him proudly,” blackberries, and pineapples.”
“No wonder I couldn’t place it,” Paris chuckled,” We don’t get bananas and pineapples in Cyprus.”
“Sit down, my boy,” Ajax urged him to take a seat at one of the three leather chairs placed in front of his desk,” I’m just about finished for the day. Just have to sign a couple of documents and I can stop slaving away for the holiday season.”
“Glad to hear it,” Paris smiled at his father,” How are my siblings doing?”
”I think I should let them tell you themselves,” Ajax grinned,” They’ve been VERY busy, and quite productive citizens to the colony.”
”Good,” Paris couldn’t stop smiling, it was GREAT to be home,” I brought gifts of course.”
“You didn’t need to bring us anything,” Ajax objected,” Having you home is gift enough for us.”
“I know,” Paris demurred,” But I couldn’t help myself.”
“Well, so be it,” Ajax finished with a flourish,” Now let us go see your brother and sister.”
“I hear my brother is in the gaming room while Alyssa is in the kitchen,” Paris mentioned.
“Your brother enjoys playing chess,” Ajax explained,” He likes to study the board and try to figure out new ways to surprise whatever opponent he can convince to play with him.”
”Alyssa?” Paris prodded.
“She loves to cook,” Ajax smiled proudly,” With all her duties and responsibilities she doesn’t get the opportunity to do it like she would wish to, which is why we have a cook. But she was SURE you would arrive today and she wished to prepare the evening meal in anticipation of your arrival.”
Paris sniffed appreciatively,” Home cooking! Haven’t had that in quite some time. Smells great!”
“Make sure to tell her that,” Ajax said,” It makes her happy to hear how we appreciate her efforts.”
“I will,” Paris stopped and looked at the tree in the drawing room. A massive twelve foot pine that towered nearly to the ceiling. A wonderful angel with wings and delicate lace robes was placed on the top of the tree. Candles were placed on the tree but not lit as of yet. Colored ribbon had been strung around the tree and something Paris had never seen before, colored glass balls with scenes of various things, such as the wise men, the baby Jesus and other things he didn’t recognize.
All in all it was the most beautiful tree he had ever seen and it fairly took his breath away. He turned back toward his hand cart outside the front door and retrieved a very large trunk which he managed to wrestle into the drawing room, refusing the help of his father or Cyrano. He unlocked it and started to put colored packages under the tree along with other packages that were already placed under the tree.
I'm abashed to realize I've been reading along - and enjoying - without telling you so. Thus I thought I'd take a moment to wish you a joyous holiday season, and hope you continue to entertain us.
Thanks Amric, it's great fun to be abel to read updates to this AAR.
So Paris did come home for christams, what a joy.
Btw will there be anymore updates before the holidays or will we have to wait to january to get an update?
So Paris did come home for christams, what a joy.
Btw will there be anymore updates before the holidays or will we have to wait to january to get an update?
Director- Thank you, and joyous holiday felicitations to you as well! I've been known to be in a great hurry and reading updates in your and other peoples AARs and forget to say something as well...I think it comes from us being so busy, especially during the holidays.
Rirre- Yes, I am planning on more updates before Christmas and the New Year.
Rirre- Yes, I am planning on more updates before Christmas and the New Year.
Hearing the voice of his father and a stranger, Xylon stepped into the drawing room to see his older brother Paris finish putting gifts under the tree. Both older men turned at the sound of his boot steps. Paris broke into a grin and swooped over to give his brother a great bear hug. Xylon pounded his brother’s back before they released one another.
Paris looked at the lad. Or young man, as he stood nearly five feet and nine inches tall. With his dark hair and eyes, along with his sun browned skin and powerful muscles he looked very much like a young godling who had come down from the heavens to have a little sport with the mortals of Earth.
Xylon found that his older brother was beginning to show signs of aging, with his salt and pepper hair, the crinkles around the eyes of a man who had spent years outdoors but had been spending quite a bit of time behind a desk with too little light poring over papers and documents until late into the night. While still a powerful man, he had started to soften up somewhat around the middle, and the calluses of weapons had been replaced with the clerkly softness in his hands.
“So what have you been doing with yourself these past few years?” Paris asked of his brother.
“Come into the game room and I will show you,” Xylon offered.
The three men walked to the game room while the butler discretely took the trunk to Paris’ quarters. The game room, again with polished hard wood floors also had wooden paneling that was intricately carved with various hunting scenes on one wall, while on another it showed a detailed reproduction of Barbados City, while a third had as accurate a map of the known world as Paris had ever seen, while the fourth and last wall was taken up by windows.
There was a card table with carved scrollwork legs, and various chess boards set out on various tables. Stuffed, comfortable chairs were scattered around the room, along with a couple of divans. Paris stepped over to a stunning cherry wood chess set. The pawns were intricately carved soldiers of Cyprus, while the rooks looked like the towers from the castle of Nicosia. The knights were upon horses which looked to have flowing manes and tails, even though they were of wood. The bishops were given the faces of the Bishop of Cyprus and the Bishop of Puerto Rico. The King was the a fabulous representation of Jannus, while the Queen was a faithful reproduction of his wife.
The pieces were sanded, buffed and pale for one side to represent white, while the others were polished, and had been given a coating of cherry oil to darken the wood to represent the black. The board itself was also of cherry with inlaid tiles of white and black squares. The pieces were in various locations. Paris looked inquiringly at his brother.
“Midst of the game,” Xylon explained,” Father hasn’t decided on his move, yet.”
“I see,” Paris nodded,” Father, if I am correct you are the white, yes? He has mate in three moves.”
“I was afraid of that,” Ajax grimaced,” I just haven’t been able to find a way out of it.”
“There isn’t,” Paris assured him.
“Did you realize,” Ajax beamed proudly,” that Xylon has made every chess board and all the pieces in this room?”
“Really?” Paris looked startled,” Amazing!”
And it was. There were other wooden chess sets made of different types of wood. But there was one made of marble, still with the incredible detail found in the wooden sets. Another of wood, but the pieces had been covered in really tiny bits of shell to create the images in a bas relief that was visually stunning.
“How did you manage that?” Paris pointed to it.
‘There is resinous glue we manufacture here,” Ajax smiled,” In fact, your brother stumbled onto it and when he made that set everyone realized how handy it was. He gets a percentage of the profits from each sale of the glue.”
“I have to say,” Paris grinned in true appreciation of the master works around him,” You are incredibly talented.”
Xylon smiled shyly,” Thank you, Paris. I truly enjoy working with stone and wood.”
“Let’s not forget shell,” Ajax reminded him,” You were the one who created the murals on the walls surrounding the palace. And these carvings on the gaming room walls.”
“Amazing,” Paris looked at his brother with even more respect, if that were possible.
“Thank you,” Xylon smiled once more,” I try to do my best. And I really do enjoy doing it. It gives me such a peaceful feeling and one of accomplishment once I have completed a project.”
“You ought to see the one he is working on now,” Ajax motioned toward a set of doors that led into the garden area.
“Not yet, father,” Xylon pleaded,” They are nearly complete. In fact I need to do a little last minute finishing touches before dinner.”
“Are you sure?” Ajax inquired.
“Please, father,” Xylon said,” I am almost finished and I would like to have it be a surprise.”
“Very well,” Ajax waved the lad off.
Xylon smiled and dashed out the door and sprinted away through the gardens, narrowly avoiding a collision with a gardener who was finishing for the day and putting away tools in a nearby shed. Paris chuckled and turned back to his father. The smells emanating from the kitchen was nearly driving him mad.
“I MUST see what is being cooked in the kitchen,” Paris said,” It smells so familiar and yet there is some differences I can’t place.”
“Your sister is creating,” Ajax chuckled,” Just wait until you taste what she is doing. Fantastic imagination on that girl.”
The two men barged into the kitchen where it was a scene of chaos, yet oddly controlled and tempered by laughter and high speed chattering between the cook and a lovely young woman with long dark hair and eyes and a body that would drive men wild, if they could get past her obviously competent bearing and free spirit.
She looked at the intruders and squealed in delight,” Paris! You’ve finally managed to drag yourself back to us! I thought you would be here today. I am so glad. I am preparing something special.”
“I know,” Paris swung her around before placing her back on her feet,” I can smell it. I can’t place everything, but it makes me want to eat it as soon as possible.”
“You’ll have to wait,” Alyssa glared at her father who had been trying to sneak a taste from one of the mixing bowls,” Father! Don’t even think about it! It’s not ready. Get out of here you two!”
“I’d really like to talk to you, if I might?” Paris wheedled in his best form.
“Oh, very well,” Alyssa smiled,” But nothing about tonight’s meal.”
“Done!”
“I guess I could go take a look at whether I can give Xylon a hand,” Ajax chuckled.
“You mean see if you can drive him nuts while he creates,” Alyssa teased him.
“Perhaps,” Ajax left the room and Paris turned to his sister.
“So you cook,” Paris grinned.
“When I am not busy with the Barbados City planning commission,” Alyssa said.
“Really?” Paris inquired,” What do you do there?”
“I come up with various ideas that will help make the city more beautiful,” Alyssa replied,” Along with ideas on how to improve things in various ways.”
“Give me an example,” Paris smiled.
“The street lamps were my idea,” She replied,” I had seen father fiddling with one of his telescopes and got the thought in my head. Xylon helped me sketch out the plans. It works.”
“I saw them,” Paris nodded,” I have to say it is an ingenious concept.”
“I also came up with the idea of the streets and sidewalks, as well as the piers,” she continued,” I felt there was no reason to not have pretty streets and such. Granted it came to me after Xylon had done the walls around the palace. But I think it worked out pretty well.”
“Indeed it did,” Paris agreed,” I have to admit I have never seen anything like it.”
”I also came up with the red signs,” Alyssa informed him proudly,” I call them ‘stop’ signs. It keeps traffic from getting snarled and improves the flow of goods and people pretty nicely.”
“I noticed,” Paris said,” And it took me a moment to puzzle them out, but they do seem to do a remarkable job in directing traffic, in their own way. Seems like you have been very busy.”
“I’ve other ideas,” she said,” But the others on the board think they are too radical and that the citizens wouldn’t appreciate or like them.”
“Well such as what?” Paris inquired.
“Let’s save that for dinner conversation,” she countered,” Now tell me all about Cyprus. Dinner won’t be ready for another hour and a half or so.”
Paris smiled and acquiesced. He regaled her with stories from the motherland until nearly time to partake of the lovely meal she had been preparing.
Paris looked at the lad. Or young man, as he stood nearly five feet and nine inches tall. With his dark hair and eyes, along with his sun browned skin and powerful muscles he looked very much like a young godling who had come down from the heavens to have a little sport with the mortals of Earth.
Xylon found that his older brother was beginning to show signs of aging, with his salt and pepper hair, the crinkles around the eyes of a man who had spent years outdoors but had been spending quite a bit of time behind a desk with too little light poring over papers and documents until late into the night. While still a powerful man, he had started to soften up somewhat around the middle, and the calluses of weapons had been replaced with the clerkly softness in his hands.
“So what have you been doing with yourself these past few years?” Paris asked of his brother.
“Come into the game room and I will show you,” Xylon offered.
The three men walked to the game room while the butler discretely took the trunk to Paris’ quarters. The game room, again with polished hard wood floors also had wooden paneling that was intricately carved with various hunting scenes on one wall, while on another it showed a detailed reproduction of Barbados City, while a third had as accurate a map of the known world as Paris had ever seen, while the fourth and last wall was taken up by windows.
There was a card table with carved scrollwork legs, and various chess boards set out on various tables. Stuffed, comfortable chairs were scattered around the room, along with a couple of divans. Paris stepped over to a stunning cherry wood chess set. The pawns were intricately carved soldiers of Cyprus, while the rooks looked like the towers from the castle of Nicosia. The knights were upon horses which looked to have flowing manes and tails, even though they were of wood. The bishops were given the faces of the Bishop of Cyprus and the Bishop of Puerto Rico. The King was the a fabulous representation of Jannus, while the Queen was a faithful reproduction of his wife.
The pieces were sanded, buffed and pale for one side to represent white, while the others were polished, and had been given a coating of cherry oil to darken the wood to represent the black. The board itself was also of cherry with inlaid tiles of white and black squares. The pieces were in various locations. Paris looked inquiringly at his brother.
“Midst of the game,” Xylon explained,” Father hasn’t decided on his move, yet.”
“I see,” Paris nodded,” Father, if I am correct you are the white, yes? He has mate in three moves.”
“I was afraid of that,” Ajax grimaced,” I just haven’t been able to find a way out of it.”
“There isn’t,” Paris assured him.
“Did you realize,” Ajax beamed proudly,” that Xylon has made every chess board and all the pieces in this room?”
“Really?” Paris looked startled,” Amazing!”
And it was. There were other wooden chess sets made of different types of wood. But there was one made of marble, still with the incredible detail found in the wooden sets. Another of wood, but the pieces had been covered in really tiny bits of shell to create the images in a bas relief that was visually stunning.
“How did you manage that?” Paris pointed to it.
‘There is resinous glue we manufacture here,” Ajax smiled,” In fact, your brother stumbled onto it and when he made that set everyone realized how handy it was. He gets a percentage of the profits from each sale of the glue.”
“I have to say,” Paris grinned in true appreciation of the master works around him,” You are incredibly talented.”
Xylon smiled shyly,” Thank you, Paris. I truly enjoy working with stone and wood.”
“Let’s not forget shell,” Ajax reminded him,” You were the one who created the murals on the walls surrounding the palace. And these carvings on the gaming room walls.”
“Amazing,” Paris looked at his brother with even more respect, if that were possible.
“Thank you,” Xylon smiled once more,” I try to do my best. And I really do enjoy doing it. It gives me such a peaceful feeling and one of accomplishment once I have completed a project.”
“You ought to see the one he is working on now,” Ajax motioned toward a set of doors that led into the garden area.
“Not yet, father,” Xylon pleaded,” They are nearly complete. In fact I need to do a little last minute finishing touches before dinner.”
“Are you sure?” Ajax inquired.
“Please, father,” Xylon said,” I am almost finished and I would like to have it be a surprise.”
“Very well,” Ajax waved the lad off.
Xylon smiled and dashed out the door and sprinted away through the gardens, narrowly avoiding a collision with a gardener who was finishing for the day and putting away tools in a nearby shed. Paris chuckled and turned back to his father. The smells emanating from the kitchen was nearly driving him mad.
“I MUST see what is being cooked in the kitchen,” Paris said,” It smells so familiar and yet there is some differences I can’t place.”
“Your sister is creating,” Ajax chuckled,” Just wait until you taste what she is doing. Fantastic imagination on that girl.”
The two men barged into the kitchen where it was a scene of chaos, yet oddly controlled and tempered by laughter and high speed chattering between the cook and a lovely young woman with long dark hair and eyes and a body that would drive men wild, if they could get past her obviously competent bearing and free spirit.
She looked at the intruders and squealed in delight,” Paris! You’ve finally managed to drag yourself back to us! I thought you would be here today. I am so glad. I am preparing something special.”
“I know,” Paris swung her around before placing her back on her feet,” I can smell it. I can’t place everything, but it makes me want to eat it as soon as possible.”
“You’ll have to wait,” Alyssa glared at her father who had been trying to sneak a taste from one of the mixing bowls,” Father! Don’t even think about it! It’s not ready. Get out of here you two!”
“I’d really like to talk to you, if I might?” Paris wheedled in his best form.
“Oh, very well,” Alyssa smiled,” But nothing about tonight’s meal.”
“Done!”
“I guess I could go take a look at whether I can give Xylon a hand,” Ajax chuckled.
“You mean see if you can drive him nuts while he creates,” Alyssa teased him.
“Perhaps,” Ajax left the room and Paris turned to his sister.
“So you cook,” Paris grinned.
“When I am not busy with the Barbados City planning commission,” Alyssa said.
“Really?” Paris inquired,” What do you do there?”
“I come up with various ideas that will help make the city more beautiful,” Alyssa replied,” Along with ideas on how to improve things in various ways.”
“Give me an example,” Paris smiled.
“The street lamps were my idea,” She replied,” I had seen father fiddling with one of his telescopes and got the thought in my head. Xylon helped me sketch out the plans. It works.”
“I saw them,” Paris nodded,” I have to say it is an ingenious concept.”
“I also came up with the idea of the streets and sidewalks, as well as the piers,” she continued,” I felt there was no reason to not have pretty streets and such. Granted it came to me after Xylon had done the walls around the palace. But I think it worked out pretty well.”
“Indeed it did,” Paris agreed,” I have to admit I have never seen anything like it.”
”I also came up with the red signs,” Alyssa informed him proudly,” I call them ‘stop’ signs. It keeps traffic from getting snarled and improves the flow of goods and people pretty nicely.”
“I noticed,” Paris said,” And it took me a moment to puzzle them out, but they do seem to do a remarkable job in directing traffic, in their own way. Seems like you have been very busy.”
“I’ve other ideas,” she said,” But the others on the board think they are too radical and that the citizens wouldn’t appreciate or like them.”
“Well such as what?” Paris inquired.
“Let’s save that for dinner conversation,” she countered,” Now tell me all about Cyprus. Dinner won’t be ready for another hour and a half or so.”
Paris smiled and acquiesced. He regaled her with stories from the motherland until nearly time to partake of the lovely meal she had been preparing.
Allways great to read about a famely reunion And I must say that that girl is cleaver, stop since thats remarkabel.
I don't want to be the one to destrue the joy of chrismas but what has hapend to those greek natives?
And I must say that that girl is cleaver, stop since thats remarkabel.I don't want to be the one to destrue the joy of chrismas but what has hapend to those greek natives?
Rirre- Thanks. Remember, I did mention that an accord had been reached with them. I didn't expand on it at the time, but I probably will at a later time...
Those are great ideas to make the city more beautifull. I imagine if your phoenician guys already have a photograph machine to give us some pictures of the cities, as they look far... hhmmm... advanced!
Well, Anibal, that would be neat, if only I knew how to do that...It's not that advanced...Not many buildings are all that tall...five stories I think at most...But here is another update....
“Go on to the dining room,” Alyssa advised Paris,” I am sure father and Xylon will be there in moments. They seem to have a sixth sense about food. They know to the moment when it is ready.”
“I believe I will wash up first, “ Paris replied.
He left to wash up and when he entered the dining room he found his father, brother, and sister sitting at a wonderful oaken table with inlaid patterning on the surface and heavy oaken chairs. An oak china cabinet stood along one wall and the now familiar lamps on the walls as well. The smell of coconut filled the air, but not enough to mask the smells of dinner. The lamps were filled with coconut oil which was used as fuel.
A large beef loin was on a large platter along with rice, asparagus, and brussel sprouts. The loin had been opened and then tied shut. When Alyssa slice into the beef loin Paris saw that it had been stuffed with brueschetta and onions as well as a strange meat he had never seen before.
“What is that?” Paris inquired.
“Lobster,” Alyssa replied,” It comes from the far north along the North American coast. Quite tasty and I thought it would go nicely with the beef loin. There is some wild mushroom and wine gravy that should go quite well with this.”
“Wonderful,” Paris inhaled the scent of the food before waiting for his father to say grace.
“God thank you for the food that you have allowed to be brought before us,” Ajax prayed,” Thank you for bringing Paris back to us in time for Christmas. Thank you for the peace agreement between Cyprus and the Winward Island Kingdom. Thank you for the wonderful weather we have been experiencing this past year…”
Ajax went on for some time before he was finished. They started to dig in and for quite some time there was only the sound of chewing and sounds of enjoyment.
“You were going to explain one of the ideas you have for improving the city,” Paris reminded Alyssa.
“I wanted to use a device to help regulate traffic even further,” Alyssa swallowed a piece of asparagus.
“I don’t think I understand,” Paris cocked his head slightly.
“She wants to use a clockwork mechanism,” Xylon said,” with some colored glass to regulate traffic.”
“Now I’m really confused,” Paris shook his head slightly,” I really don’t understand what the aim of such a device would be.”
“I call it a traffic light,” Alyssa explained,” The clockwork device would regulate time, obviously. When a certain period of time occurs it would place a colored piece of glass into the proper position. If it is red it would be for stop. After a set period of time it would go yellow, and then green. For awhile, then it would revert through yellow and then back to red.”
“I see,” Paris nodded,” That’s ingenious. I have a question for you.”
“Which is?” Alyssa asked politely.
“How can you see the colored pieces of glass at night?” Paris inquired mildly.
Alyssa looked abashed,” I hadn’t thought of that. Everyone else thinks that the clockwork mechanism won’t work.”
“I see no problem with that part,” Paris said,” But I don’t see a use for it during night time hours.”
“I suppose a small light could be placed inside,” Alyssa mused aloud.
”Not a good idea,” Paris disagreed,” You just don’t have room to put a candle or one of those oil lamps inside of your device unless it is just really large.”
Alyssa sighed,” I guess it isn’t such a good idea, after all.”
“Oh, it’s a right fine idea,” Paris said,” But it just isn’t practical during the night. Otherwise I think it is a great idea.”
”Thank you,” Alyssa frowned,” It’s not often that someone comes up with a problem I hadn’t already thought of.”
“Regardless,” Paris smiled,” The meal is fantastic. Truly wonderful, and the difference taste and textures between the beef and the lobster is astonishing.”
”Thank you,” Alyssa grinned,” I just wish I had more time to cook. I truly enjoy it when I get the chance to indulge my passion for it.”
“When you do,” Ajax patted his stomach,” it’s well worth the effort.”
“Yes indeed,” Xylon smiled,” Are you going to mass with us tonight, Paris?”
“I’d like to do so,” Paris nodded,” But I will definitely need to bathe before I go to it.”
“You have time,” Ajax looked at the wall clock,” If you hurry.”
Paris nodded and once dinner was finished walked to his room and the adjoining bathroom. A large tub was in there along with two spigots. One for hot and another for cold. He wondered how they managed that, but decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. He started the water and to his shock and surprise he got hot and cold water. Adjusting the spigots he got the temperature he desired and slid into the tub. A selection of oils and soaps were available.
He chose a lye soap he was used to using, and bathed quickly. He dressed and joined the rest of the family in the drawing room. By the time they reached the church it was nearly dark. It was a beautiful edifice made of whitened granite and larger than Paris would have believed possible for a colony. The pews were of lovely wood with angels and saints on the ends. The rest of the church was also beautifully decorated.
The mass was in greek and lasted for nearly 2 hours. The story of Christ and his birth was the obvious theme of the sermon and the joy of giving. Typical, and yet still moving and a pleasure to listen to. After the mass Paris and the family walked back to the palace in the warmth of the night and greeted friends and neighbors as they passed by, with Paris being introduced and made a fuss over by all and sundry.
It had been an exhausting day for the general and he was more than ready to get some sleep. Tomorrow was indeed Christmas and he was looking forward to seeing the expressions on the faces of his family when they opened their gifts. If only there were a way to capture it in some fashion. But since there wasn’t, memory would have to serve.
Upon arriving at the palace Paris made his good nights and stumbled up to his bed for a good night’s sleep. Tomorrow would be a another busy day.
“Go on to the dining room,” Alyssa advised Paris,” I am sure father and Xylon will be there in moments. They seem to have a sixth sense about food. They know to the moment when it is ready.”
“I believe I will wash up first, “ Paris replied.
He left to wash up and when he entered the dining room he found his father, brother, and sister sitting at a wonderful oaken table with inlaid patterning on the surface and heavy oaken chairs. An oak china cabinet stood along one wall and the now familiar lamps on the walls as well. The smell of coconut filled the air, but not enough to mask the smells of dinner. The lamps were filled with coconut oil which was used as fuel.
A large beef loin was on a large platter along with rice, asparagus, and brussel sprouts. The loin had been opened and then tied shut. When Alyssa slice into the beef loin Paris saw that it had been stuffed with brueschetta and onions as well as a strange meat he had never seen before.
“What is that?” Paris inquired.
“Lobster,” Alyssa replied,” It comes from the far north along the North American coast. Quite tasty and I thought it would go nicely with the beef loin. There is some wild mushroom and wine gravy that should go quite well with this.”
“Wonderful,” Paris inhaled the scent of the food before waiting for his father to say grace.
“God thank you for the food that you have allowed to be brought before us,” Ajax prayed,” Thank you for bringing Paris back to us in time for Christmas. Thank you for the peace agreement between Cyprus and the Winward Island Kingdom. Thank you for the wonderful weather we have been experiencing this past year…”
Ajax went on for some time before he was finished. They started to dig in and for quite some time there was only the sound of chewing and sounds of enjoyment.
“You were going to explain one of the ideas you have for improving the city,” Paris reminded Alyssa.
“I wanted to use a device to help regulate traffic even further,” Alyssa swallowed a piece of asparagus.
“I don’t think I understand,” Paris cocked his head slightly.
“She wants to use a clockwork mechanism,” Xylon said,” with some colored glass to regulate traffic.”
“Now I’m really confused,” Paris shook his head slightly,” I really don’t understand what the aim of such a device would be.”
“I call it a traffic light,” Alyssa explained,” The clockwork device would regulate time, obviously. When a certain period of time occurs it would place a colored piece of glass into the proper position. If it is red it would be for stop. After a set period of time it would go yellow, and then green. For awhile, then it would revert through yellow and then back to red.”
“I see,” Paris nodded,” That’s ingenious. I have a question for you.”
“Which is?” Alyssa asked politely.
“How can you see the colored pieces of glass at night?” Paris inquired mildly.
Alyssa looked abashed,” I hadn’t thought of that. Everyone else thinks that the clockwork mechanism won’t work.”
“I see no problem with that part,” Paris said,” But I don’t see a use for it during night time hours.”
“I suppose a small light could be placed inside,” Alyssa mused aloud.
”Not a good idea,” Paris disagreed,” You just don’t have room to put a candle or one of those oil lamps inside of your device unless it is just really large.”
Alyssa sighed,” I guess it isn’t such a good idea, after all.”
“Oh, it’s a right fine idea,” Paris said,” But it just isn’t practical during the night. Otherwise I think it is a great idea.”
”Thank you,” Alyssa frowned,” It’s not often that someone comes up with a problem I hadn’t already thought of.”
“Regardless,” Paris smiled,” The meal is fantastic. Truly wonderful, and the difference taste and textures between the beef and the lobster is astonishing.”
”Thank you,” Alyssa grinned,” I just wish I had more time to cook. I truly enjoy it when I get the chance to indulge my passion for it.”
“When you do,” Ajax patted his stomach,” it’s well worth the effort.”
“Yes indeed,” Xylon smiled,” Are you going to mass with us tonight, Paris?”
“I’d like to do so,” Paris nodded,” But I will definitely need to bathe before I go to it.”
“You have time,” Ajax looked at the wall clock,” If you hurry.”
Paris nodded and once dinner was finished walked to his room and the adjoining bathroom. A large tub was in there along with two spigots. One for hot and another for cold. He wondered how they managed that, but decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. He started the water and to his shock and surprise he got hot and cold water. Adjusting the spigots he got the temperature he desired and slid into the tub. A selection of oils and soaps were available.
He chose a lye soap he was used to using, and bathed quickly. He dressed and joined the rest of the family in the drawing room. By the time they reached the church it was nearly dark. It was a beautiful edifice made of whitened granite and larger than Paris would have believed possible for a colony. The pews were of lovely wood with angels and saints on the ends. The rest of the church was also beautifully decorated.
The mass was in greek and lasted for nearly 2 hours. The story of Christ and his birth was the obvious theme of the sermon and the joy of giving. Typical, and yet still moving and a pleasure to listen to. After the mass Paris and the family walked back to the palace in the warmth of the night and greeted friends and neighbors as they passed by, with Paris being introduced and made a fuss over by all and sundry.
It had been an exhausting day for the general and he was more than ready to get some sleep. Tomorrow was indeed Christmas and he was looking forward to seeing the expressions on the faces of his family when they opened their gifts. If only there were a way to capture it in some fashion. But since there wasn’t, memory would have to serve.
Upon arriving at the palace Paris made his good nights and stumbled up to his bed for a good night’s sleep. Tomorrow would be a another busy day.
Now that we know who is responsible for the concept of traffic flow management can we please send a personalised bomb through backtime to detonate just before she came up with the idea?
Please?
Great couple of updates Amric. Nice keeping the family aspect.
Please?
Great couple of updates Amric. Nice keeping the family aspect.
Good update as ever! I would like to know if other colonies are using such 'advanced' methods of infrastructure?? As I already said, I would still like to see some screenshots of your colonial empire...
Also, I have a feeling like you have skipped a part of the story, ie. one moment they are fighting ancient Macedonians (or so they think), the next moment everyone is happy... looks like several years have passed to me...
Oh yeah... whats the population in your colonies??
I would like to know if other colonies are using such 'advanced' methods of infrastructure?? As I already said, I would still like to see some screenshots of your colonial empire... Also, I have a feeling like you have skipped a part of the story, ie. one moment they are fighting ancient Macedonians (or so they think), the next moment everyone is happy... looks like several years have passed to me...
Oh yeah... whats the population in your colonies??
stnylan- NO, we cannot send a bomb through time. Thank you, I think the family aspect is working well...but there are no natural children of Ajax and Paris. And both xylon and alyssa are not in the military...I have to figure out how to continue the family interest or perhaps go in a different direction.
VPeric- The other colonies will be getting the advancements, as will Cyprus itself, but remember the day and age. It takes time for all that to work its way through to everywhere. As for the Macedonian descendents, I will be getting back to them, explaining what has been going on. I wanted to get into the Christmas stuff due to the season and wouldn't have been able to do it otherwise. As for the colonial pops...most are over 1000, with one over 5000<incorporating natives well, for once>. Maps will be forthcoming, I promise, but probably not until the new year....
Thank you, I think the family aspect is working well...but there are no natural children of Ajax and Paris. And both xylon and alyssa are not in the military...I have to figure out how to continue the family interest or perhaps go in a different direction.VPeric- The other colonies will be getting the advancements, as will Cyprus itself, but remember the day and age. It takes time for all that to work its way through to everywhere. As for the Macedonian descendents, I will be getting back to them, explaining what has been going on. I wanted to get into the Christmas stuff due to the season and wouldn't have been able to do it otherwise. As for the colonial pops...most are over 1000, with one over 5000<incorporating natives well, for once>. Maps will be forthcoming, I promise, but probably not until the new year....