Bow down, children of the Aztec, and tremble before me, for a new Deity has dawned.
I Quetzalcoatl, the feathered serpent, have arisen to lead you to glory.
Let there be sacrifice. Let there be blood. And feathers; lots of feathers, and snakes, or there'll be trouble.

Year of the Serpent 1960BC
I am Atonyl, humble scribe of the Aztecs, here to give a true account of these early years in which the peoples of Onebigchoppah struggled in adversity to please their god Quetzalcoatl. Alas I must confess we are most hopelessly primitive.

I fear my career may be rather shortlived so I shall have to blame this on someone else when I grovel before the Serpent god.
1920 A sacrificial altar somewhere in Tenochtitlan -
"Oh Deity," I cry, "Be it known your tribe have brought forth a settler, so we may expand your realm. He shall travel south to the fields of shiny metal. The bad news is we have been adjudged the most primitive of peoples but it was all Nukau's fault so if anyone should be eaten it's him!"
1880 A report has arrived from Onesmallchoppah that he has espied a barbarian archer in the jungle! Horrors! He has fled for his life.

1840 The parrots in the trees are talking about a marvelous Henge of Stone that has been built somewhere far away. This matters little compared to our great achievement in founding a second city - Coppaccetyl. Our brave archer Chimalli rushes to protect it and our scout keeps a wary eye on the barbarian in the jungle. The gods will be pleased. They'd better be or I'm dogmeat.

1800 "Oh Deity, this year we have named a new archer in your honour. We have called him Coatl, the serpent. Does this please you?"
After a short pause I realise I have not been eaten so I suppose I must have pleased our enigmatic god. Another barbarian archer has been spotted to the north. It's a bloody jungle out there.
1760 Justinian, our "neighbour" to the south, has just adopted Slavery. That would seem like a good idea for the future. Slaves will cook up nicely methinks.
1720 The barbarian menace has disappeared from sight. Doesn't mean they are not still out there hiding though. I'll bet the bastids are nicking all the feathers though.
1680 Another report from Onesmallchoppah has arrived. He encountered a tribal village. They must have been hot on cartography because they gave our scout a ceremonial map which includes a corner of something called the German Empire. I have no idea what this may mean, but hope they have feathers to trade because the big guy is getting snappy.

1640 Coppaccetyl coppermine completed. Congratulations crew.
1600 Worker produced in the Capital. Next will be another archer. No chance of any feather-gatherers being trained is there? Thought not.
1560 Forest grows near Tenochtitlan. Yup, that's all that happens.
1520 Rain. Rains every day, in fact. Bloody rainforest. Makes you sick sometimes. At least I found a sick parrot and, um, borrowed its feathers. That kept Quetzalcoatl happy for a bit. Dunno what a Norweigan Blue was doing in the jungle though.
1480 Ta Da! Ironworking at last

Now we can build jaguars and chop jungle. The Deity has ordered that we look into pottery next so that we can make little clay statues of him. Oh well, gotta keep him happy in case... well, you know, in case he gets the munchies.
We shall train a jaguar warrior and build another barracks. Rats, the nearest iron is in Justinian's back yard.
I have made a map of everything we know of the world.

1440 Rain today.
1400 Guess what? It was nice and hot and sunny and then it rained a lot.
1360 Sent a message to Onesmallchoppah asking if he's found any feathers or anywhere that isn't wet. No reply so far.
1320 Our labourers have finished a barracks in Coppaccetyl and now we shall start to train our army of fearsome jaguars. Onesmallchoppah has encountered a barbarian near the German borders, but has evaded him and gone on to meet their leader.
He's annoyed with our rival Justinian, which is good.
1280 Our first jaguar has been trained in Tenochtitlan. In honour of our great Deity, these warriors shall be named after snakes, and our first shall be called Asp. Our god must be pleased, for we have finished the ricefields of Coppaccetyl and met a new leader - Isabella. Unfortunately, she is a friend of the rat-faced Justinian, which is bad.

1240 This is a year of more exploration, and the quest for the perfect feather continues apace, especially since Quetzalcoatl's stomach is rumbling ominously.
Only 1200BC and we've discovered pots. Wow.

Next our shaman will look into the secrets of Writing so that I can record all this on paper instead of carving it on tree trunks which is boring and difficult and a complete bugger if termites eat your work.

Here is another view of our empire with all those lovely resources.
The valiant Asp has spotted a barbarian warrior and is stalking him, heh, heh.
1160 While chasing the barbarian, Asp has discovered marble. Well, it might come in useful one day, who knows?
1120 Hot and humid. More rain predicted. Feathers in short supply. Plenty of snakes around though.
1080 The borders of Coppaccetyl have expanded at last, allowing us access to more resources. To the west, Asp has killed a barbarian, and far to the east, Onesmallchoppah is probing Isabella's region
1040 We have trained Boa, another jaguar, in Coppaccetyl, and just in time too, because there are barbarians on our borders!

Our greatest warrior Asp has been promoted to Woodsman III!

1000 A new settler has been born so that our empire may expand further. What fertile maidens we have. Well, when I say maidens....
While Asp recovers from his wounds and prepares to strike the dastardly lurking barbarian archer, Boa is attacked and fights off an enemy attack. He retires to heal, but the threat has not yet passed, because there is more of 'em!

ATONYL YOUR TIME IS UP!
Oh dear. I have been summoned to the sacraficial chamber for an "informal chat" with our deity *gulps*
"Errr, Deity, I have some lovely feathers for you........ "
(explanation, excuses and save to follow)