Over the last months some of you had the chance of taking part in our exclusive Forge of Empires preview. For all of you still wanting to play the game, the long wait will soon be over. Be sure to stay tuned! Until then, I will continue giving you insights into the memoirs of a ruler.
… There we were – me and my advisors – sitting in front of Hasdrubaal Barkas, ruler of Badakus. Due to his superior army, I was forced to negotiate with him about peaceful coexistence. You could tell from his sardonic grin, he knew he was in the position for making demands.
Since rumors of my wealth spread across the continent, he obviously knew about all of the rare goods hiding in my treasure chamber. So far my conquests had brought me lumber and ebony from the south, glass and gold from the east, rope and silk from the west and salt and honey from the north. Additionally, my city was producing limestone, marble, alabaster, bricks and basalt by itself. In order to represent my wealth and as befits a king, I was wearing a jewelry packed crown and scepter, as well as gold plated necklaces covered with gems.
As I could tell from the way he glimpsed at my crown, Hasdrubaal was particularly obsessed with jewelry. Therefore, it was no surprise to me when he demanded two chests filled to the brim with gemstones as a compensation for his support. As I was not willing to invest that much, I asked for postponing the negotiations until the next day. Wandering through my room, I was twisting my brain over how to take advantage of the situation. I knew that I needed the jewelry for my own technological advancement! With a heavy heart, I decided to risk battle, if Hasdrubaal would not back down from his demands.
The next morning we met again. Though I had regained my determination over night, I still wanted to peacefully resolve the situation. After hours of intense negotiations, Hasdrubaal still didn’t deviate the slightest. He kept showing his malicious grin, thinking himself untouchable. But he was mistaken. After secretly preparing at night, my troops were ready to attack. Standing on a hillside overlooking them, I already smelled the scent of victory – making me the one grinning for once. Hasdrubaal Barkas would soon regret his arrogance, because he who laughs last, laughs loudest…