(turn number 10)- A crushing victory, sir!
Yes, our forces did well.
- What shall be done with..
They shall be united with the Stone.
- The city is burning.. does that mean..?
Yes.
Armenians : BARBECUE PARTY!
Parthans! I have wonderful news for you.. Ones that haven't been slaughtered in order to fuel our barbecue grills.
A Parthan : Why didn't you use wood!?
I.. don't understand the question..?
- Sir, the news.
Ah yes.. We're going to let you, Parthans, join our Stone Temples, where you will learn to think, fight and live like Armenians!
Random Parthan : YaY! I Can't wait to be creative and smart!
That's the spirit! Of course you'll be allowed to only join infantry...
Parthans : NOOOOO!
Beats being burned, doesn't it?
Armenian Infantry Member 1 : And working at a post office.
Kaguro : Them mercenaries be expensive, be needing more gold.
- What's wrong with Kaguro, sir?
We don't talk about Kaguro...
- Oh.. right..
These mercenaries aren't that bad.. But where are we supposed to get more gold? We've spent everything on the BBQ!
- Nuthulu is willing to try and sell Scythians more of our maps!
He is..? But.. What? Are Scythians really this stupid? We're at WAR after all..
..Wait a minute.. He sold the ACTUAL maps of our lands and cities!
- STONE DAMN YOU, NUTHULU.
Exile him further to the west.
Kaguro : Pontus! Here i be!
Stone damn it.. Hound, can you take lead of the forces in Pontus instead of this retard?
Hound : Woof.
.....Nevermind.
Pontus Army : What is this?
Oh, we're just sightseeing. Your lands are beautiful, and sand plentiful.
Pontus Army : Do you take us for fools!?!?
Hound : Woof.
Pontus Army : Oh, all right.
..Did that just happen..?
Rainbow, advance from the south, head for Mazaka.
Rainbow : Aye, sir.
Phew.. I feared that he too might be a retard.
- Don't you fear that Egyptians and Seleucid will take Susa and advance into Armenian lands while we conquer Pontus?
Random Pontic Diplomat : What was that?
..With our glorious Armenian cooking recipes!
Random Pontian Diplomat : Oh. Can i try some?
Naturally. Cook, give our guest some Sandy Balls.
Random Pontusian Diplomat : You mean balls made of sand? I love them!
No, balls COVERED in sand! TAKE HIM TO THE DUNGEON!
Random Ponto Diplomat : NOOO! My dad used to do the same!
- ..About the Egyptians..?
No army shall ever take Susa from us. We're preparing a surprise for them.
- Praise be to stone.