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by The Knights of Azorea » Wed Jun 06, 2018 2:18 pm
by ApplePieistan » Wed Jun 06, 2018 2:31 pm
Volcanu wrote:I think Ash Striders do not try to eat humans but they might bite you if you annoy or hurt them. I think they are a very useful source of food and I will add Leeches much laterApplePieistan wrote:I thought you wanted to make gunpowder weapons? Why would you use your last expansion point on leeches?
As for the biggest danger in the Burning Heights, it’s probably the ash striders. If we bring full waterskin and basket of fruit for each of us, food and water won’t be an issue. As for the winds that may blow you off the cliff, just hug a mountain goat when the wind’s blowing too hard. As long as you only climb mountains that aren’t spewing lava at the time, you should be fine in that regard.
EDIT: If you don’t want to fight ash striders, you could always make a whip while I’m making the waterskins.
by Achidyemay » Wed Jun 06, 2018 3:25 pm
Lusela wrote:My plan: Have a profitable indigo plantation in eras mouth. Set up a separate farm in the eras valley for vegetables and the like.
Does any farmer want to start a mini settlement in the Eras valley later? Maybe with some pastoralists as well.
by The Federation of Kendor » Wed Jun 06, 2018 4:17 pm
G-Tech Corporation wrote:The Federation of Kendor wrote:Yes
Well, the Endless Woods are directly adjacent to the Three Rivers. So, based on your Enduring trait, that should give you a logical timeframe on travel.Theyra wrote:Name: Nakhu Olziyt
Description: Face Wearing simple civilian clothes.
Biography: Nakhu hails from the easternmost part of the Empire that resides partly in the Great Steppe. His family is one of the few farmers in the region because the scarcity of viable farmland. Their farm just big enough to be able to sell enough crops to support themselves and still be able to store enough their crops for winter. Nakhu took up hunting to ensure that his family also had enough food during winter after a bad harvest forced them to ration food during one winter. Once he felt the farm would do well without him and when the family could afford it. Nekhu left the farm to see more of the Empire and to live on his own. The first job he got was a surveyor for a mining company that was looking to expand in his native region. He knew that land and developed a good eye for mineral deposits. When he heard of the New World and colonists being sent there. Nakhu enjoyed the idea of exploring new lands and settling in a fresh frontier. So he travel to the New World when he was able and plans to stay.
Skills: Hunter, Prospector, Skilled Agrarian
Ah, excellent, a hunter. Good to see you around, Theyra. Welcome!
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by Achidyemay » Wed Jun 06, 2018 5:04 pm
Theyra wrote:How far away are the Aherrad Plains from Farholme?
by G-Tech Corporation » Thu Jun 07, 2018 12:33 pm
The Knights of Azorea wrote:Ooh, my goodness me. This does look like my sort of thing.
Name: Lucan Fairwell
Description: Lucan Fairwell is a man secure in his middle age, with a sharp, pointed set of features and a keen pair of hazel-brown eyes. A meticulously shaved and preened moustache, two wispy strands of silver-brown, curls out from the top of his lip, but otherwise his somewhat gaunt, aquiline face is cleanly shaven. Unimposing in height or in build, Lucan maintains exquisite and delicate manners as befits a gentleman-farmer, though with the odd imperfection of a life on the verges of the nobility his gentle manner would suggest.
Biography: Lucan Augustine Fairwell was born thirty-eight years ago, to Emmanuel "Praise-God" Fairwell, who had, in his old age, remarried after the death of his fourth gentle wife to his maid, Anne, for want of the company. Lucan, the old gentleman farmer's sixth son and tenth child in all, was almost entirely disregarded as Emmanuel sunk into senility, and as his brothers and sisters, all enterprising, cut-throat businessmen or women dearly in need of a dowry, dismantled the fortune of their father and made off with it, not even having the courtesy to wait for the will. Lucan, thereby, was left without any inheritance but a legal claim to have been his father's guardian at his death, and a barrel of salted herring concealed in the house's basement.
From such meagre beginnings, little could be expected of him, but he managed to turn a name and a barrel of fish into a modest fortune. He used the name, and his own skills at oratory, to sue his eldest half-brother for a large portion of the family estate, convincing the jury that he had, in fact, had the land bestowed upon him in the true wording of his father's last will and testament. With the land, he set about creating a business in the newly prospering industry of specialised farming, focusing first on flax to supply local weavers and then on rarer and more lucrative crops. At first, he tended the farm alone, with only the layabouts who could be bribed by a few day's food and shelter to help him, but within a few years of desperate, litigious enterprise he had grown to hold ownership over significant flocks and a prosperous planter farmstead. He was briefly married to the daughter of a local gentleman, and seemed poised to cast off the scourge of his relatively low birth to join the ranks of respectable society, only for his elder brother, now in possession of a sizable military commission and the hand of the local assize Judge's daughter, to counter-sue him, rightly claiming that the documents produced in his favour had been fraudulent.
In a matter of weeks, the work of a decade was repossessed, and Lucan found himself cast out again into the expanse of poverty. His wife, Rosamund, divorced him, and he fled into the city, initially working as a clerk for a shipping company, before stepping into the black-market trade in Indigo based narcotics. A few years passed with him dancing between legitimate work and the indigo trade, and in this time his mercantile instincts were honed to a sharp point, as ever advantage had to be drawn from every situation to remain afloat. Eventually, however, Lucan found himself dissatisfied, both with his decreasing profit margins, and with the routine stresses of his life, beholden unto criminals and vagabonds. He sold his last shipment of indigo, and in a fit of pique, took the profits and bribed the captain into taking him to a distant port, before spending almost all of the rest on a ship from that foreign port to the new world. He would leave his former life behind, if he could, and take up a new life, as he had always desired, as a gentleman planter, in a new world.
Skills: Skilled Agrarian, Wealthy, Silver Tongue.
It's time to farm Indigo, I suppose!
Achidyemay wrote:Name: Olufemi Akatchi
Description: Dark skin, darker hair, and even darker eyes, the iris transitioning seamlessly to pupil. He's fairly tall at 6' 3", and has put on decent muscle, but an active lifestyle did not make up for a semi-pampered upbringing and he has not bulked up as much as a soldier or laborer his age. His body is smooth and fairly free of wrinkles and blemish, as he holds personal hygiene in high regard (he's unafraid of getting dirty, just staying that way). His hands have only minor calluses. His right ear has been pierced and his right arm has been extensively tattooed with a sweeping art nouveau depiction of the plants his family is famous for producing.
Biography: The Akatchi family has been one of perseverance and deliverance through God's grace, that with effort and dedication, what was originally thought to be a curse can actually be a blessing in disguise. This moral and lesson is one that prefaces every mention of the family. Just six generations earlier, Olufemi's ancestors had been pressed by one of the confederate warlords of the time into producing opium. It was supposed to be used for medicinal purposes, but most of it was sold, the Akatchi's knew, to markets, legal and illegal, throughout the continent. This distressed them greatly and the warlord was brutal, often forbidding the planting of subsistence crops. At great personal risk, Olufemi's ancestors created their own drug smuggling routes, skimming what they could off the top to pay for food and clothing and other necessities. When the war broke out and their region was annexed by the Imperium, they were happy, working with the administrators to develop the region and depose the resistance. Connections and favors were called in and roads and schools were built. And the opium crop was sold, legally. As thanks for their help, the Akatchi family was given license to provide opium to the Imperium. They expanded their farms and diversified their products, being the first to mass produce Unweight, made from a difficult plant to cultivate yet valued highly among the artisans and clerics of the Imperium.
Olufemi Akatchi was born the 8th son of his father and named after God's loving hand. His parents cared for him deeply and he got along with his older siblings and the staff on the estate. He wouldn't inherit any of the farms, or the trade routes, or the political positions that were afforded his brothers, but that didn't phase him much as he grew into a young adult. He took up many hobbies and took a keen interest in the farms, often fiddling with the moss beds in the dimly lit unweight rooms. His father respected his diverse interests, and respected that he would need to find his own path. Like the rest of the continent, the newly discovered lands to the North were exciting and held much promise, and when the first bushels of Indigo made their way back, their connections with the college procured the family a sample. Olufemi had been worried that his lot in life would be that of a cleric or as a steward to one of his brothers, but now he was struck with clarity, and not just from the Indigo: he would go to the North and secure his family's stake in this new drug. His knowledge and skills were suited to this above all else, and with his father's blessing, he was off on this new adventure and for the first time in a long time, it seemed he could breath again.
Skills: Skilled Agrarian, Silver Tongue, WealthyLusela wrote:My plan: Have a profitable indigo plantation in eras mouth. Set up a separate farm in the eras valley for vegetables and the like.
Does any farmer want to start a mini settlement in the Eras valley later? Maybe with some pastoralists as well.
That sounds lovely.
by The Knights of Azorea » Thu Jun 07, 2018 12:49 pm
by G-Tech Corporation » Thu Jun 07, 2018 12:52 pm
by Holy Tedalonia » Thu Jun 07, 2018 1:34 pm
by G-Tech Corporation » Thu Jun 07, 2018 1:44 pm
by Achidyemay » Thu Jun 07, 2018 8:08 pm
by Holy Tedalonia » Fri Jun 08, 2018 3:16 pm
by Auphelia » Fri Jun 08, 2018 3:21 pm
by The Knights of Azorea » Fri Jun 08, 2018 3:23 pm
by Holy Tedalonia » Fri Jun 08, 2018 6:22 pm
The Knights of Azorea wrote:Holy Tedalonia wrote:Well, just reading through the list of materials and the phrases bushels and bundles just seem kinda subjective. A bushel of sticks for example just sounds like "a bunch of sticks" rather than a exact amount of sticks.
A Bunch, a Bushel or a Starn are all being used to represent 1 unit of a substance, I think. It doesn't really matter what they are exactly.
by Holy Tedalonia » Fri Jun 08, 2018 6:35 pm
Auphelia wrote:What day is it now?
by Auphelia » Fri Jun 08, 2018 6:36 pm
Holy Tedalonia wrote:
So 9 days from release divide that by two and you get 4.5 days
by The GAmeTopians » Sun Jun 10, 2018 10:48 pm
Empire of Donner land wrote:EHEG don't stop for no one.
It's like your a prostitute and the RP is a truck. The truck don't stop.
by Pentapolitan Kyrene » Mon Jun 11, 2018 9:55 am
by Pax Nerdvana » Mon Jun 11, 2018 10:10 am
by The Federation of Kendor » Mon Jun 11, 2018 10:08 pm
The GAmeTopians wrote:Sorry for my absence, I’ve been in Germany. I’ll post as soon as my trip allows.
North Korean Russia wrote:"I am God! You are powerless against me! I am so awesome that when I play basketball I always get four points per shot!" -Kim Jong-Putin.
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by New Volcanu » Tue Jun 12, 2018 5:15 am
by The Federation of Kendor » Tue Jun 12, 2018 7:44 pm
North Korean Russia wrote:"I am God! You are powerless against me! I am so awesome that when I play basketball I always get four points per shot!" -Kim Jong-Putin.
Independant Nations and Guilds wrote:Their founder turned into an eagle and flew into the sun before being burned to death. This is what their flag really means, and any other attempt at explanation of its meaning is ignored in favor of this explanation.
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