SPARTEN
17-01-2005, 01:52
OOC: Sparten is a nation effectively frozen in time. Though it uses fantasy tech IE: Witchcraft and wizardry taken from the Gods, it still uses most of the technological weapons of 500BC. My nations has no, planes, guns, missiles or anything like that, only manpower and religious zeal.
I am going to be turning this rp into a derivative of the Exodus, I will be looking for someone to Rp Gods Prophet, and other nations to roleplay as certain characters. If interested send me a tg and what kind of role you would like to take on, I’ll try and accommodate you.
The Sands of time have clouded the Kingdoms former glory to almost all, as each second passes the dynasty moves closer to a new Pharaoh, a new morning and evening star. That is why I shall have the greatest monument constructed to celebrate my reign, the greatest tribute known to man, a pyramid. Not like the quaint Egyptian pyramids, no, though my ancestors had a vision, it was not grand enough, not powerful enough to show the world the power of the Gods. I shall have the greatest pyramid constructed known to man. The Size will dwarf any mountain, it shall shadow the lands for millennia to come, nothing shall stand in my way. I will have my tomb, I will be remembered as the greatest Pharaoh of all time. Turning Remises looked out the window, the glistening sands burned the back of the Hebrew slaves, while guards monitored every movement they made. In the distance the great temple of Ra was being restored to its former glory. Slaves were lifting vast sandstone blocks into positions while gold adorned priests worshipped in the sun.
The initial plans were still to be finished, however he believed he could construct his pyramid to at least fifteen times the height of the Egyptian wonders. Marble would have to be gathered from the mines. The slave population would have to be drastically increased, and the army would also have to grow to quell the Hebrews. Rebellion was not a trait he enjoyed amongst the labor force. Twenty years ago such a rumor was heralded in the wind, and because of it a cry erupted from Sparten, of which he world had never heard before. Like the Pharaohs of old, he took their drastic and well placed policy and had every first born slaughtered in the night. However, that would not happen again, he was in need of the extra labor, the grand walls of Thebes were finished and many slaves had perished during its construction, he was in need of more labor.
Moving into the next grand room, Remises allowed his hand to brush pass a silk curtain, the rich smoothness comforted him in his wealth. His treasury drawn from the slaves, taxes and the reassuring presence of the River Silur would never run dry, as long as Ra granted him the bounty of the sun.
Dawning his crown Remises moved towards the throne room. It was now necessary to hear petitions from the aristocracy and his nobles, without their support his future undertaking would prove more difficult, but not impossible, after all, he was Pharaoh.
OOC: I’ll continue this later on, but first I really need to sleep.
I am going to be turning this rp into a derivative of the Exodus, I will be looking for someone to Rp Gods Prophet, and other nations to roleplay as certain characters. If interested send me a tg and what kind of role you would like to take on, I’ll try and accommodate you.
The Sands of time have clouded the Kingdoms former glory to almost all, as each second passes the dynasty moves closer to a new Pharaoh, a new morning and evening star. That is why I shall have the greatest monument constructed to celebrate my reign, the greatest tribute known to man, a pyramid. Not like the quaint Egyptian pyramids, no, though my ancestors had a vision, it was not grand enough, not powerful enough to show the world the power of the Gods. I shall have the greatest pyramid constructed known to man. The Size will dwarf any mountain, it shall shadow the lands for millennia to come, nothing shall stand in my way. I will have my tomb, I will be remembered as the greatest Pharaoh of all time. Turning Remises looked out the window, the glistening sands burned the back of the Hebrew slaves, while guards monitored every movement they made. In the distance the great temple of Ra was being restored to its former glory. Slaves were lifting vast sandstone blocks into positions while gold adorned priests worshipped in the sun.
The initial plans were still to be finished, however he believed he could construct his pyramid to at least fifteen times the height of the Egyptian wonders. Marble would have to be gathered from the mines. The slave population would have to be drastically increased, and the army would also have to grow to quell the Hebrews. Rebellion was not a trait he enjoyed amongst the labor force. Twenty years ago such a rumor was heralded in the wind, and because of it a cry erupted from Sparten, of which he world had never heard before. Like the Pharaohs of old, he took their drastic and well placed policy and had every first born slaughtered in the night. However, that would not happen again, he was in need of the extra labor, the grand walls of Thebes were finished and many slaves had perished during its construction, he was in need of more labor.
Moving into the next grand room, Remises allowed his hand to brush pass a silk curtain, the rich smoothness comforted him in his wealth. His treasury drawn from the slaves, taxes and the reassuring presence of the River Silur would never run dry, as long as Ra granted him the bounty of the sun.
Dawning his crown Remises moved towards the throne room. It was now necessary to hear petitions from the aristocracy and his nobles, without their support his future undertaking would prove more difficult, but not impossible, after all, he was Pharaoh.
OOC: I’ll continue this later on, but first I really need to sleep.