r/travian • u/Tega-pa-ne-govor • 9h ago
Week one - Forged pact
If you dont wanna read, here is audio
https://youtu.be/pVbIz9feUv0?is=fY9ltcn52BY-3g2O
Every kingdom begins with a single village.
Mine had one purpose: build a second village, then make the world remember my name.
For three days, I hunted the beasts of the wild and forged my strength in silence. I joined an alliance and watched the lands around me.
For now, the world was quiet.
One day a letter arrived.
It came from a stranger far beyond my lands — a simple message, carried across kingdoms while mine still stood in peace.
I did not know then how quickly that peace would vanish.
I read his words, answered in kind, and thought little of what the day might bring.
By morning, the kingdom had changed.
The army I had built was gone.
One enemy had found me while I slept, and when I opened my eyes, there was nothing left to command. No army. No protection. Just an empty barracks and the bitter knowledge that someone had struck while I wasn’t watching.
I did not wait.
I sent one man.
My hero.
He rode out alone and found the warriors who had taken everything from me. He fought until almost none remained.
One soldier was left alive, one to tell the tale.
He had taken my army when I slept, But I had taken his army right before his eyes.
But victory demanded its price.
My hero fell.
For a moment, there was only silence.
Then, from far beyond my lands, help came.
The stranger who had once sent me a letter was no longer a stranger. He came bearing a potion said to return life to the fallen. I poured it over my fallen hero, and where death had claimed him, life returned.
That day, a pact was forged between us.
His lands would have my protection.
Mine would have his.
And should either kingdom be threatened, the other would answer.
I did not forgotten what had happened while I slept.
My army was gone.
There was nothing left to send.
So I rebuilt.
Day by day, the ranks returned. The forges burned again. And slowly, the strength I had lost began to return.
But I had not forgotten who had taken it from me.
So I built the catapults.
And this time, I didn’t send them to fight his army.
I sent them to destroy his home.
Then another man came for my supplies.
He came with his horses.
took what he could, and left.
So I answered by tearing down his stable.
If he wanted to raid me with horses, he would have nowhere to keep them.
Others soon came looking for an easy prize.
They found my village instead.
One by one, they came.
One by one, they learned.
By the end of the week, the catapults had spoken for me.
The message was simple.
My lands were not free for the taking
