Disclaimer: This was my first ever game Realms Beyond game! (hooray!), but also my first on Monarch (in any game of civ); and what a horrid starting spot it was. I think that it was also my second game of Civ, so I was still feeling out the game (especially after not playing Civ III for a few months). Thatâs enough to probably tip you off to how this game went--not extremely well. I did survive and would have survived until the end, but it was getting stupid. And sorry for the lack of shots.
But enough with the disclaimer, onto the report.
After rounding the glorious city of Tenochitlan (really little more than a few huts and a large, wooden building), the young Montezuma decided that all was well. His father had just passed away, but he had been blessed with almost near immortality. After mourning his fatherâs death, he met with a few of his elite scouts, and sent them off north, to learn more about this cold, cold land in which they lived.
After several hundred years of struggling through icy and hard terrain, the warriors found a small village. As they drew near, the Aztec scouts saw the inhabitants fleeing. By poking around in the camp, the Aztecs found valuable metal deposits worth 47 gold.
Shortly after this news arrived, greatly exciting Montezuma, a group of brawny young men, trained in the art of Ser-Tun Deth marched out from the capital, intent on glorifying the name of the Aztec people. Before they left, Montezuma held a great feast, and hinted to his closest advisers that another group of young, similarly equipped, would warrant at least a pat on the back.
His scouts sent back another bounty from their travels, a bright grayish metal called silver. Later, they reported that they had been provided with maps by some ancient, nomadic relatives that lived far, far away.
Eighty years passed, until a momentous event occurred. One of Montezumaâs sons, disgusted by the state of material wealth, and the splendor of the palace, found enlightenment in the denial of self. Though Montezuma was a bit wary of this strange religionâs fascination with sitting and doing nothing, it made the people happy, and Montezuma was nothing if not a people person.
The chanting and meditations of the Buddhist (for Montezumaâs son had taken that title of Buddha, meaning Enlightened One) Aztecs seemed to have greatly increased their luck, for they soon received word that a tribe of nomads had decided to follow in the footsteps of their scouts, and had pledged allegiance to Montezuma. As preparations for festivities began, a strangely clad man made his way through the crowd.
âI am Julius Caesar of Rome,â he declared, and Montezuma ushered him to a prestigious seat at the table. They talked long into the night, and at dawn the next day, they agreed on friendship, for the time being.
Later in the year, the scouts sent back a map, detailing just where this âRomeâ was. It lay many leagues away, and the man had been nice enough, so Montezuma made good on his word, and peace prevailed for many years.
Puzzled by the lack of another warrior regiment, Montezuma spoke to his advisers again to learn that in his drunkeness at the celebration, he had said the word âwar-hic-er,â which the adviser had interpreted at âworker.â The next day, that same adviser achieved permanent enlightenment; he no longer had to worry about any physical desires, because his head became detached from his body. While Montezuma mulled over this slightly humorous solution to the problem, he couldnât help but kick himself. How stupid could he be?
The next years brought bad news from the front lines. His warrior regiment had seen massive, flesh-eating beasts called âbearsâ. Though anxious at this unknown threat, they dug in, and waited out an attack, which never came.
The scouts sent back better news a while later, they had discovered how to use taut deer sinews to bend a piece of wood, which could then shoot a stone-tipped shaft of wood called an âarrow.â Dire news, unfortunately, was just around the corner.
The archery-practicing scouts encountered golden beasts, called lions. Though they fought valiantly, the scouts could not escape their wrath, and were utterly destroyed. Then, a marauding group of bears ate the warrior regiment alive. Many around the palace remember Montezuma making a short trip to the cemetery, where he did some digging, and relieved himself several times.
His anger was then relieved another scout returned to show him how to plant seed in the ground and water it, to make nourishing plants grow from the ground. But the icy confines of Tenochitlan were unable to produce much food. Fortunately, Montezumaâs preoccupation with the oceans was able sustain them for now.
Scouts brought back more and more reports, of hundreds of marauding animals (you shouldâve seen it, but I forgot to take a screenshot; my next reports will include many more) and of our neighbor Caesar impressing his people into slavery, forcing them to work at his behest. While the Aztecs were shocked at this development, Montezuma mulled the option over in his mind. Once he discovered how to make this âbronzeâ which Caesar so bragged about, he would implement that plan.
The next year, a similar man (if only because of his strange dress), met with Montezumaâs scouts. He called himself Mansa Musa, and claimed to lead the Malinese people. Montezuma was polite and genuinely liked the man. In fact, he felt a kinship to him, which could easily be explained by reincarnation. But Monty hadnât ever diedâ¦
Later on, the same scouts returned with information that a people in the far south had begun to worship cows and pigs and other animals, which they saw as deific. The Aztecs were puzzled, but they knew no one who followed this strange religion.
Then passed a period of several hundred years, in which nothing happened. After scouts had reported to Montezuma that Caesar had founded another âcity.â Interested in the prospect, Montezuma ordered preparations to be made for another to be founded. He chose a location a little ways to the east, and sent a party of archers out to claim it.
Montezumaâs military might was increasing, as his warriors had destroyed several menacing bears. Shortly after this triumph, news came from across the waters that there was only one god. The Aztecs were perplexed at all the different meanings that people could find for the universe.
But that year was a good one for the Aztec people. Not only did their scouts bring back tributes of gold and precious metals from the west, but they also made contact with a ruler that was actually quite close by, the leader of the Chinese, Mao Zedong.
Sometime later, the Aztecs began to develop their Buddhist religion into a system of monks, who worked to spread the religion throughout the land. But along with this joyful development, news came from the south that the final legion of Aztec scouts had been massacred by barbarian archers. This sad occurrence was erased from the minds of the people the following year, when the city of Teotihuacan was founded in the west.
The Aztec people desired greater spiritual leadership, and Montezuma began to develop an Oracle, to determine the course of future actions. While it was under construction, Montezuma implemented his goal of enslaving the people, in addition to making contact with yet another people, the Arabs, who lived to the east.
The Arabs were a strange bunch; it appeared that though they were not the people who had discovered the worship of cows, they were adherents to that religion. Later, another religion was founded, concerning a balanced set of codes and laws. Montezuma was amazed at all these developments, and was beginning to feel a little unsure of his position.
Montezuma completed the Oracle, and with its great power he selected⦠Translators Note: On the original copy of this short history, this section is fragmented and partially ruined ⦠and then the great Julius Caesar sent messengers, saying he had found a way to derive the seasons and crop times by a massive stone calendar (Stonehenge was built really, really late; like 800 BC or so) . Montezuma was impressed. But he retaliated, inviting the Roman to visit the newly-founded city of Tlateco.
Tlateco was impressive. It was founded below a previously impassable mountain peak to the south, by means of a fleet of galleys. A few years later (literally), the city of Texacoco was founded on a hill, to the south and across the ocean.
The next several years began a semi-golden age for the Aztec people. The barbarian city of Uzbek was conquered, as were the cities of Tlaxcala, Xochicalco, Calixtlahuaca founded (all over a period of maybe 100 years?). But the rapid expansion of the Aztecs greatly hurt their economy, causing them to fall behind their rivals.
And the civilization plunged into a dark age, until 875 years after the birth of Jesus Christ (which occurred in Neapolis apparently 125 years after it should have; this is definitely one of the most amusing parts of the game). That was when Teotihuacan completed the Colossus, and Montezuma made a decision.
For some time, Montezuma had realized that he had been lagging heavily behind his rivals. But it took a report on advancement to indicate to him that he was very, very far behind.
⦠And now the story ends, because Iâve gotta explain something; and donât really want to invest so much time in a broken (whoever thought up that start *cough* is evil) game. At around 900 AD, I had decided that I would just quit the game, and not publish a report. I went and âwonâ a few single player games on Noble --the first one was a close, true diplomatic victory, the second a slaughter-- and succeeded on those. Then I wandered back onto the Realms Beyond website and decided that I would try to finish this one.
So I embarked on an attempt at a space race victory, hoping I would gain the tech lead. I actually did, for a short period of time. I even was the first to liberalism, and got Versailles. But losing the Taj Mahal was a blow I donât think that I ever recovered from. With that Golden Age, the game would have changed by a lot, but Vicky got it two turns before I did.
I attempted to slow her down by getting Alexander--leader in National power-- to declare war on her, but to no adieu. Casear soon took over the tech lead, and was producing spaceship parts in 1969, when I finally retired (Also, no one would attack him). One, because my machine had such a horrible lag at that time, and two, my best city only pumped out 25 shields per turn WITH THE IRONWORKS. AND A FACTORY.
Looking back, I probably should have actually built a military (it will be interesting to see how many people did this; when I first began the game, I was stuck in the builder mode⦠Iâm beginning to learn), but I think what really killed me was inexperience. I figured this out after I had managed to beat everyone else to Liberalism; it showed me that I could actually succeed. But from there, it just went downhill.
My result: Retired at 1969, in 3rd to last place (in front of war-torn Saladin and Mansa Musa, who got on the bad side of Alex and Mao, respectively). See the screenshots to see how horrible I did!
--Zalson
But enough with the disclaimer, onto the report.
After rounding the glorious city of Tenochitlan (really little more than a few huts and a large, wooden building), the young Montezuma decided that all was well. His father had just passed away, but he had been blessed with almost near immortality. After mourning his fatherâs death, he met with a few of his elite scouts, and sent them off north, to learn more about this cold, cold land in which they lived.
After several hundred years of struggling through icy and hard terrain, the warriors found a small village. As they drew near, the Aztec scouts saw the inhabitants fleeing. By poking around in the camp, the Aztecs found valuable metal deposits worth 47 gold.
Shortly after this news arrived, greatly exciting Montezuma, a group of brawny young men, trained in the art of Ser-Tun Deth marched out from the capital, intent on glorifying the name of the Aztec people. Before they left, Montezuma held a great feast, and hinted to his closest advisers that another group of young, similarly equipped, would warrant at least a pat on the back.
His scouts sent back another bounty from their travels, a bright grayish metal called silver. Later, they reported that they had been provided with maps by some ancient, nomadic relatives that lived far, far away.
Eighty years passed, until a momentous event occurred. One of Montezumaâs sons, disgusted by the state of material wealth, and the splendor of the palace, found enlightenment in the denial of self. Though Montezuma was a bit wary of this strange religionâs fascination with sitting and doing nothing, it made the people happy, and Montezuma was nothing if not a people person.
The chanting and meditations of the Buddhist (for Montezumaâs son had taken that title of Buddha, meaning Enlightened One) Aztecs seemed to have greatly increased their luck, for they soon received word that a tribe of nomads had decided to follow in the footsteps of their scouts, and had pledged allegiance to Montezuma. As preparations for festivities began, a strangely clad man made his way through the crowd.
âI am Julius Caesar of Rome,â he declared, and Montezuma ushered him to a prestigious seat at the table. They talked long into the night, and at dawn the next day, they agreed on friendship, for the time being.
Later in the year, the scouts sent back a map, detailing just where this âRomeâ was. It lay many leagues away, and the man had been nice enough, so Montezuma made good on his word, and peace prevailed for many years.
Puzzled by the lack of another warrior regiment, Montezuma spoke to his advisers again to learn that in his drunkeness at the celebration, he had said the word âwar-hic-er,â which the adviser had interpreted at âworker.â The next day, that same adviser achieved permanent enlightenment; he no longer had to worry about any physical desires, because his head became detached from his body. While Montezuma mulled over this slightly humorous solution to the problem, he couldnât help but kick himself. How stupid could he be?
The next years brought bad news from the front lines. His warrior regiment had seen massive, flesh-eating beasts called âbearsâ. Though anxious at this unknown threat, they dug in, and waited out an attack, which never came.
The scouts sent back better news a while later, they had discovered how to use taut deer sinews to bend a piece of wood, which could then shoot a stone-tipped shaft of wood called an âarrow.â Dire news, unfortunately, was just around the corner.
The archery-practicing scouts encountered golden beasts, called lions. Though they fought valiantly, the scouts could not escape their wrath, and were utterly destroyed. Then, a marauding group of bears ate the warrior regiment alive. Many around the palace remember Montezuma making a short trip to the cemetery, where he did some digging, and relieved himself several times.
His anger was then relieved another scout returned to show him how to plant seed in the ground and water it, to make nourishing plants grow from the ground. But the icy confines of Tenochitlan were unable to produce much food. Fortunately, Montezumaâs preoccupation with the oceans was able sustain them for now.
Scouts brought back more and more reports, of hundreds of marauding animals (you shouldâve seen it, but I forgot to take a screenshot; my next reports will include many more) and of our neighbor Caesar impressing his people into slavery, forcing them to work at his behest. While the Aztecs were shocked at this development, Montezuma mulled the option over in his mind. Once he discovered how to make this âbronzeâ which Caesar so bragged about, he would implement that plan.
The next year, a similar man (if only because of his strange dress), met with Montezumaâs scouts. He called himself Mansa Musa, and claimed to lead the Malinese people. Montezuma was polite and genuinely liked the man. In fact, he felt a kinship to him, which could easily be explained by reincarnation. But Monty hadnât ever diedâ¦
Later on, the same scouts returned with information that a people in the far south had begun to worship cows and pigs and other animals, which they saw as deific. The Aztecs were puzzled, but they knew no one who followed this strange religion.
Then passed a period of several hundred years, in which nothing happened. After scouts had reported to Montezuma that Caesar had founded another âcity.â Interested in the prospect, Montezuma ordered preparations to be made for another to be founded. He chose a location a little ways to the east, and sent a party of archers out to claim it.
Montezumaâs military might was increasing, as his warriors had destroyed several menacing bears. Shortly after this triumph, news came from across the waters that there was only one god. The Aztecs were perplexed at all the different meanings that people could find for the universe.
But that year was a good one for the Aztec people. Not only did their scouts bring back tributes of gold and precious metals from the west, but they also made contact with a ruler that was actually quite close by, the leader of the Chinese, Mao Zedong.
Sometime later, the Aztecs began to develop their Buddhist religion into a system of monks, who worked to spread the religion throughout the land. But along with this joyful development, news came from the south that the final legion of Aztec scouts had been massacred by barbarian archers. This sad occurrence was erased from the minds of the people the following year, when the city of Teotihuacan was founded in the west.
The Aztec people desired greater spiritual leadership, and Montezuma began to develop an Oracle, to determine the course of future actions. While it was under construction, Montezuma implemented his goal of enslaving the people, in addition to making contact with yet another people, the Arabs, who lived to the east.
The Arabs were a strange bunch; it appeared that though they were not the people who had discovered the worship of cows, they were adherents to that religion. Later, another religion was founded, concerning a balanced set of codes and laws. Montezuma was amazed at all these developments, and was beginning to feel a little unsure of his position.
Montezuma completed the Oracle, and with its great power he selected⦠Translators Note: On the original copy of this short history, this section is fragmented and partially ruined ⦠and then the great Julius Caesar sent messengers, saying he had found a way to derive the seasons and crop times by a massive stone calendar (Stonehenge was built really, really late; like 800 BC or so) . Montezuma was impressed. But he retaliated, inviting the Roman to visit the newly-founded city of Tlateco.
Tlateco was impressive. It was founded below a previously impassable mountain peak to the south, by means of a fleet of galleys. A few years later (literally), the city of Texacoco was founded on a hill, to the south and across the ocean.
The next several years began a semi-golden age for the Aztec people. The barbarian city of Uzbek was conquered, as were the cities of Tlaxcala, Xochicalco, Calixtlahuaca founded (all over a period of maybe 100 years?). But the rapid expansion of the Aztecs greatly hurt their economy, causing them to fall behind their rivals.
And the civilization plunged into a dark age, until 875 years after the birth of Jesus Christ (which occurred in Neapolis apparently 125 years after it should have; this is definitely one of the most amusing parts of the game). That was when Teotihuacan completed the Colossus, and Montezuma made a decision.
For some time, Montezuma had realized that he had been lagging heavily behind his rivals. But it took a report on advancement to indicate to him that he was very, very far behind.
⦠And now the story ends, because Iâve gotta explain something; and donât really want to invest so much time in a broken (whoever thought up that start *cough* is evil) game. At around 900 AD, I had decided that I would just quit the game, and not publish a report. I went and âwonâ a few single player games on Noble --the first one was a close, true diplomatic victory, the second a slaughter-- and succeeded on those. Then I wandered back onto the Realms Beyond website and decided that I would try to finish this one.
So I embarked on an attempt at a space race victory, hoping I would gain the tech lead. I actually did, for a short period of time. I even was the first to liberalism, and got Versailles. But losing the Taj Mahal was a blow I donât think that I ever recovered from. With that Golden Age, the game would have changed by a lot, but Vicky got it two turns before I did.
I attempted to slow her down by getting Alexander--leader in National power-- to declare war on her, but to no adieu. Casear soon took over the tech lead, and was producing spaceship parts in 1969, when I finally retired (Also, no one would attack him). One, because my machine had such a horrible lag at that time, and two, my best city only pumped out 25 shields per turn WITH THE IRONWORKS. AND A FACTORY.
Looking back, I probably should have actually built a military (it will be interesting to see how many people did this; when I first began the game, I was stuck in the builder mode⦠Iâm beginning to learn), but I think what really killed me was inexperience. I figured this out after I had managed to beat everyone else to Liberalism; it showed me that I could actually succeed. But from there, it just went downhill.
My result: Retired at 1969, in 3rd to last place (in front of war-torn Saladin and Mansa Musa, who got on the bad side of Alex and Mao, respectively). See the screenshots to see how horrible I did!
--Zalson
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