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A Different World - The Age of Sand and Silver [IC|Closed]

Postby Olthenia » Wed Nov 29, 2023 7:20 pm

The Age of Sand and Silver

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The sun rises on a new world- a world not like that you may know. Shattered by a catastrophic impact not long after the extinction of the dinosaurs, Earth is not as it should be. This impact, a star falling to earth, changed not only the shape of the world, but also her content; this star bore strange light and eldritch crystals, warping and altering the planet where humanity slowly arose. Continents were broken, minds shattered, even animals and plants twisted and changed. It is a different world, one in many ways hostile to humanity.

But in the end, it is your world.

You stand forward as one of the leaders of a great city of men. It has been many centuries now since the first tribes emerged in the impact of the Cataclysm, family groups formed from scattered wanderers and survivors, and now civilization in earnest is rising from those embers. Men ply trade upon the waves of the sea, either propelled by oars and scarred backs, or the might of sails. Caravans roam savage lands, making fortunes for their owners if they are not devoured by ferocious beasts. The first priests, and god-kings, and republics lay claim to the passages of the world beyond the sight of their doorways, and bronze-armed warriors march across the hinterland. Men declaim poetry, and gaze at the stars, wielding magicks both powerful and dangerous.

To be a leader in such times is to be given glorious potential, but also enormous responsibility. Civilization is fragile, and dark things lurk both in the hearts of men and in the wilds of the world. Will you rise to greatness alongside your kinsmen, or will you falter and be forgotten? Come, and tell the tale of the Age Sand and Silver.



* * *

As the sun's golden light first graces the realm of men, it alighs upon the homes of the Bikanites. Led by their fearless Chief Muzir, these freeholding sons and daughters of former woodland tracksmen and humble hunters have founded their homes upon a wide river delta. Here, in the dry heights above the river's banks, deposits of brightstone gleams with an inner light like earthbound stars. And as though this blessing was not enough, stands of pale, pillowy cotton likewise greets the dawn here - their annual flowering a sight to behold. In the muddiest of the river's shallows meanwhile, where the reeds grow tallest - great flocks of birri-birds cry mournfully at their newfound neighbors; sharp beaks ever vigilant against those that threaten their nests. To the south and north of the Bikanites' abodes, the land rises into sparsely-wooded hills, dark and foreboding. The same can likewise be said of the land to their west, for it too is replete with hills between which their mother-river winds. Eastwards meanwhile, it empties out into a gray, white-capped sea.

A great, gray blight upon the land are the Aurma. When the dawn's light finds these curious kindred, they are no doubt hard at their toil - wrenching iron ore from the bones of the world. Slave-takers are they, and pit-miners - fiercely religious ones at that. For in the mine-ways and slag-shafts of the Land of Divine Riches, toil and prayer-songs go hand in hand. Theirs is a precariously positioned home - a rubble-strewn hollow devoid of mountains, where bronze-backed men sweat and suffer - haunted in equal parts by the lashes of their overseers and the prayer-songs of their ashen priests. Flocks of ragged sheep bleat hither and tither, food for many a cookfire - thralled in turn to great, milk-pale saltlicks; tall and glorious amidst the stony earth. Both to the south and to the west of their lands, the rubble-strew fields rise into a wall of stormy mountains - while eastwards, fields and flatlands give way to rugged, beachy coastline and a grey sea beyond. To the north, yet more plains becons the wanderer into a land of empty abodes.

And then the Skyfarer's golden gaze alights upon the Yue. A people of the plains they are; born and bred there in body, if not in spirit. Granted, theirs is a settled kindred now - but there are yet many amongst them that in their hearts recall what it was to roam roughshod under strange stars, wild and free. Their home is the once proud city if Old Shohin. Though her walls are long crumbled and the splendor of her markets long since dimmed - she lingers still. And her fields, to be sure, yet bares fruit. Of grapes, pale and juicy, with a taste to gladden the heart of many men - and flaxen flowers also, pale and beautiful. Lastly, deposits of granite is still dots the land, breaking the monotony of hill and dell with staggered, wind-scarred gray. To the south, glistening streams and rivers for a swiftly flowing delta. Eastwards, white-capped waves beckon beyond a pale, sandy coast - while westwards, as they crow dlies, grassy flatlands give way to rising mountains. Northwards, rolling hills joust with leafy woods along a lonely coast, where men can walk alone with their gods.

The noonday's light next shines upon the Vanikari. Famed as traders and barterers, these stalwarths have raised their homes on the shore of a sweltering jungle lagoon. Once a humble outpost - a seed of their forefathers dreams - these island sailors now mean to make their mark upon the world. Amidst the sun-dappled leaves, sprouts of fireroots greet the day; a fine spice and certain cure for many a bitter ailment. Just as impressive are the deposits of pale, glistening silver reported amidst the island's rolling hills. Certain are they to fuel many a forge-father's dreams, and fill many a proud king's coffers also. Lastly, clusters of winding bushes heavy with juicy, reddish grapes are also worthy of mention. Though said to be somewhat tart of taste, they are none the less a welcome delight. North of their humble lagoon, the land of the Vanikar's island rises towards steeply rolling hills. Westwards, jungle trees thicken into a green, silent wall that swallows all but the loudest cries - and to the south, sparsely wooded plains roll on towards a ragged coastline. Eastwards, as the run rises, the Vanikari gaze out across empty leagues of wind-tossed waves.

The kindred which the Skyrider next alights upon are the sons and daughters of Aeternum, ruled by the illustrious Ar-Adûnakhôr. These Faithful - the mighty scions of star-cursed Pharazor - reside amidst the tattered splendor of their fallen empire - a temple-precint, some say - defiant amidst the ruins of a vast, haunted metropolis. Here, copses of wild prickle-pear trees grow tall amidst many a rubbled garden - and in the old canals the skirt her crumbling streets, clustered bands of great, forboding molluscs make for surprisingly fine eating; their night-black shells notwithstanding. In the wilds beyond the ruined city, where ruined brick gives way to scraggly hills, old mine-awnings yet gleam with Tennanite - the bone, if not blood, of Pharazor's Sin. West and north of Aeternum, the rivers of Tinuviel and Annatar wind their gleaming bodies through flat, wind-scoured plains - while east and south, the land rises into a series of sullen foothills - stepping stones to the mountains of the Tower; great and grim.

The men of letters, ledgers and accounts that form the self-proclaimed city-state of Thureos are the next kindred the sun alights upon. Descended as they are from a union of bloodlines both native and from farther afield, Thureos can truly be said to be an alloy of many different nations. Amongst her people, the art of the written word, truthfulness and loyalty to the civic good are the qualities held in highest esteem. At least in principle then, these qualities should make them both fine merchants as well as fierce patriots. As for Thureos' evirons - the abundant deposits of cold, shimmering tin is the first thing noted by the chronicler's pen. Glistening shoals of silverfish are also reported by many a doughty fisherman - and silent stands of tall, green pinewood should at least make for easy fire-fuel. West of Thureos, the Tenel's waters ebb and flow into a great, green bay. Eastwards, the self-same Tenel's flow broadens into a wide, green river valley - while northwards, mountains rise. South, finally, broad, windswept plains go on, ever on, into the horizon.

The next kindred to greet the Sky-Farer's glory are the sons and daughters of leafy, river-girt Py'therr'a. Or Ittar's Maw, as they are rumored to call themselves. From their daub-and-wattle homes in the depths of their woodland vale, this elusive kindred are known equally for their fleetness of foot as they are they love of the distant horizon. Along the sunny banks of their river-girt vale, many a stand of golden wheat greets the dawn come harvest time - heatlhy food for many a hungry belly. Would-be farmers do well to mind their shoots from flocks of ever-hundry deer, however - for their bleating countenances bely an eery silence in movement; not to mention a swiftness of hoof! The wealth of their flocks are almost as storied as the true treasure of Ittar's Maw, however - the stones which float into the sky, in all defiance of reason and decorum! 'Floatstone', men dub this rock - and scratch their heads at whatever use they might make of it. South of Ittar's Maw, the land rises into a row of sullen, densely wooded hills, while eastwards, as the run rises - and north also - the riverland thickens into lush, green woods. Westwards great mountains loom, tall and white-capped, from the forest murk.

What can men - bathed by the late afternoon light - do against fate's reckless hate? Ask the Tamaraski, and the answer an intrepid seeker might get is usually somewhere along the lines of: 'Pay it, and make it go away'. A fitting answer it is, also - and not an entirely surprising one, for the Tamaraski are nothing if not aglut with wealth. According to their own tongue, they name themselves descended from a kindred in flight - a mass of the humble, the exiled and the outcast, blown to the seven winds by the machinations of cruel sorcerers. To this day, therefore, magic and those that practice the so-called 'Invisible' Arts are ill-attested in their lands - and a common Tamaraski superstition, a three-fingered circle above one's breast said to ward off evil spells, is known on sight by travellers almost the world over. Their city - the eponymous Tamarask - is said to be a dour hilltop settlement overlooking wild woodlands to the east and north, and coastal riverlands to the west and south. Why the Tamaraski chose to settle for hillside springs when the banks of a winding river lay within but a few days' march of their hilly doorsteps is soon evident, however. For gold, by all the gods, sits within Tamarask's hills. In the deeper dells and sumps between them, puddles of fragrant bitumen bubbles naturally to the surface - and stands of maize, fat and purple as the sky at dawn, are mentionable also.

The Solum are a kindred well-accustomed to hardship. As scions of refugees, vagabonds and wanderers - their ancestors were once drive from lands far afield. Not for nothing, then, do some men claim the Solum as insular, dour and taciturn. But the Solum are also a kindred well-accustomed to the favor of their gods. For it was the divine visions of their magi and soothsayers that ended their journey, all agree - and saw them safely ensconced in the lands they now enjoy. The hall of their principal chief, one Sveni of Myhr, stands proudly upon the shore of a vast freshwater lake. All about are vast woods that run the gamut from foothills in the north and west to river-girt plains in the south and east. The foothills in question are riddled, men say, with veins of purest silver - and if this was not enough to mark the land itself as divinely favored, many of the trees thereabouts grow mightier than in any other land. Redwoods, after all, are as wide as men are tall. Herds of shaggy aurochs graze peacefully in the shade of their mighty boughs - well at peace with the world.

If there ever stood doubt in the hearts of mortal men that magic and sorcery were real and true forces in the waking world - then those doubts should be well and truly dispelled by a single word. Or two, rather: Soleriah-Dunest. The curious kindred that bear this name are said to be at home in the depths of a vast, swampy wood - one not too distant from a sea-girt coast. Those in the know name them a fusion of two vastly different tribes - the matriarchal Dunest, furious woodland warrior-women, and the sorcerous Soleriah - a kindred said to be blessed by insidious magic in their very veins. Their homes are blessed by wealthy deposits of copper, to be sure - and great herds of night-eyed deer, with furs as red as the sun at dusk. More insidious, however, is the presence of the so-called 'Black Goo' - a dreadful living mass of liquid, inky darkness spawned, some say, from the very dark between the stars. This star-spawned goo, once properly 'bonded' to a mortal host, is said to grant an inhuman fierceness in battle, at the cost of a ravenous appetite for blood and flesh as well as the taking of thoughts, desires and even memories - succumbing all into a single black dream of sorcerous servitude. Not for nothing, then, are the Soleriah-Dunesti reviled by many as unnatural slave-takers and dangerous magi; fireside monsters of a darkly dreaming wood.

Lastly, the Sky-Rider's rays graces the homes of the Akan, in distant M'kembe - a market town high up in the Intaba Hills. A fierce kindred are the Akan, free and fair - dark of skin and strange of faith. Known in equal parts as wise mystics and skilled foragers, their gatherings and clan-halls are ruled by an assembly of their foremost priests. These devout worshippers of the Great Vast Sky, or Amafu - are, curiously enough, somewhat hesitant in saying His name out loud; lest His attention - and stormy ire - be drawn to mortal affairs. According to their own tales, the Akan and their kin have been natives of their hilly homeland since the brothers Sun, Sky, and Moon first arose out of the nothingness and carved the earth from mud. As such, the bustling settlement that forms their capital is a relatively new occurence - for the Akan lived lives of wanderers and nomads in years past. No more, however - as both their homely stature and worldy knowledge have advanced greatly since then, with collaboration between the tribes leading to a formalized system of writing and metalworking alike. As for their land in of itself, flax-flowers - pale as dawn and veined with sunlight - grow there it in modest profusion. Their thickets stand well clear of the great plinths of granite that dot the area - fond fodder for industrious artisans and stonecutters alike. Lastly, sprouts and vines of a particular breed of tasty yellow grape - the Intaba Gold - sprawl most eagerly therabouts.

And so the sun sets, and then rises anew, a fresh day of the Age of Sand and Silver.
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Postby Novas Arcanum » Thu Nov 30, 2023 5:44 am

Vanikar


Raja Aadhithya stared out into the glistening azure waters of the Sea of Jewels from the balcony of his stone palace.Tall palm trees swayed in the air and colorful birds flew across the sky. The calm gentle waves of the tropical sea was a chorus of music pleasing to the ear for the monsoon had not arrived yet. The sky was a beautiful assortment of colors that graced the land. Yet he did not come out to take in the scenic views, no for he was deep in thought. His eyes peered to the harbor, the beating heart of the city-state where merchants and traders from across the known world came to barter goods and wares.

It was strange for there were no ships bearing the flags of the Amarasekra Empire. Nor were there ships last year or the year before. Indeed it had been many years since emissaries of the Samrat had arrived to the city.Rumors spread of chaos in the capitol,tales of plotting princes and daggers, stories from loose lips told of rebellious rajas and maharajas defying the will of the Samrat. Indeed when emissaries of Vanikar arrived to the capitol to pay respect to the Samrat they were turned back hurried excuses made for why they could not see him.

Raja Aadhithya knew that for all intents and purposes Vanikar was independent and on it's own. With the hundred thousand kingdoms,duchies, and princely states across the islands no longer ruled under a single Samrat, the Chakravarti, the living embodiment of order, chaos would ensue the petty kings and princes would turn on one and another warring for dominance as they tried to forge their own destiny in a world gone mad and astray.
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Postby G-Tech Corporation » Thu Nov 30, 2023 8:21 am

Urêthâni


It was just after noon when boots clattered on the wide pavingstones of the Havanian Way, the shifting of armor making it very clear who was descending from the ancient palace toward the commons. Ar-Adûnakhôr sighed internally, to either side men and women pausing in their day to bow and make obeisance towards his passage. The natural order, to be sure, but some days it was more wearing than others, and today was just one of those days.

The Grunulgrim had become more strident in their demands for the ostracization of House-Father Lamanel, on grounds of civic offense. Two of their factors had taken most of his morning already to plead their ancient rights to the first-fruits of the goat-shearing season, and continued to claim that those rights included the whey of a churning, nevermind that back when the Compact had been created the Final Empire hadn't even eaten goats for a century. Lamanel's rights were more vague, but natural law was a dodgy thing when it came to personal herds and servants anyway. The lawspeakers couldn't agree, and that meant the Emperor had to arbitrate, and damnation if that was the last thing he wanted to waste time on in court.

Bows and courtesies after the obsequious flatteries of the Colonnade of Kings were hardly soothing. Much more the opposite. And the man who other men called Righteous needed grounding, hard earth and reality, after days cooped up in the marble pile of the decaying old palace.

So it was that, with a gesture of his head, Ar-Adûnakhôr and his escorts turned aside from the Way, making their way along a side street toward the wash of one of the innumerable canals of Annatar, the Lord of Gifts. Here and there hawkers and criers outside of soot-stained shops touted knives, pots, pitchforks, hunting spears, and the Emperor's face became more drawn. Another reminder of the failures of his father, who had tried and failed for a generation to master the secrets of the heart-copper upon which the Old Kings had built their rule. His people, their people, were reduced to living off of scraps cut from the bosom of ruins and gravesites, each dram of bronze husbanded and passed from father to son, forged and reforged into a fresh tool with each generation - and yet dwindling all the same. Each years more of the smiths closed up their shops, not enough work to sustain their livelihood.

It had been Pharazon who had spat in the eye of the Creator. And yet in the Emperor was far from sure their judgement was completed. His people were subsiding into a rude kindred of dust and stone and desperation, forgetting their glories even as the turning of the years were slowly crushing Aeternum herself under the roots and vines of the verdant wilderness that surrounded the Eternal City.

He sighed, but straightened his back as his escort emerged from the shadowed corridors of the city into the wide open fields that surrounded the canals. Men and women here cultivated various herbs and tubers, and largely were far enough away from the main causeway to ignore even the passage of their sovereign, bent to earth in labor. He meandered along the street of wide clear pavingstones until the bridge which crossed the canal was near at hand, where he approached a number of men at work hauling nets of great black oysters out of the sparkling blue water.

"Mishamel. A blessing on your morningtide."

One of the old greybeards stripped to the waist next to the canal turned at the words of Ar-Adûnakhôr and smiled, not taking his hands from the net even as he ducked his head in a facsimile of a bow. His grin displayed a brilliant set of white teeth, all his own even at his advancing age, and his back was the color of deeply tanned leather though rippling with whipcord muscles.

"Young Master! Good of you to visit we of the Alathri when we are in the midst of the harvest. Other days, I would cure you some tanna and bend your ear with tall tales, but now I can do one better."

The men finished bringing the net up on land, and the iridescent bodies of the mollusks spilled onto a wharf of immense crumbling flagstones. In the water two boys waved up at the greybeard, reeds in their mouths and sharp bronze blades in their hands, for cutting the muscular feet of the riparian creatures away from the stone sides of the canal. Mishamel flapped his hand at the youths, shouting orders to get back to work. He then stooped, picking up one of the creatures - which was easily as big as his head - and prizing it open with surprising strength.

"Ah, I thought this one had the look. Here, sire. Consider this a portion of my tribute."

Within the grasp of the oyster lay a fat blue pearl, which Mishamel prized out of the flesh with a flick of a long thumbnail and presented to the Emperor with a bow of strictly excessive flourishes. Ar-Adûnakhôr chuckled into his oiled beard.

"I'll make sure the scribes add it to your record. If you have the time, I would seek your counsel, humble fisherman though you be. Your father was a lawspeaker of repute when he hung up net and knife, and your wisdom is that which I value."

The old man quirked a white eyebrow, then nodded. It wasn't exactly as if one could refuse the request of an Emperor, even one of mean estate like Ar-Adûnakhôr, latest scion of the lineage of the Final Empire.




Quay of Copper, Aeternum
Thirty-first of Rain's Hand, Year Three Hundred Thirty Two of the Age of Stars

Mikhael squinted into the coals, peering past the tongues of licking flame toward the vaguely half-sphere shaped piece of dun black metal at the heart of the embers. In places the castoff had begun to glint with cherry red, incandescing as the fire called to the trammeled heat within the piece. The smith wetted his lips and spat into the furnace, watching how the moisture flashed into steam before it hit the bronze. He nodded, pulled his face up away from the small stove and jerked a thumb at his red-haired apprentice.

"Heated through, draw the quench."

The skinny youth was still working to develop the customary slabs of muscle of a gray-smith, and his grunt of exertion as he tipped the bucket of tar-soil into the quench basin made Mikhael smile invisibly below his beard. It would come. He remember the physical demands, the sweat and shaking muscles at the end of a day during his own apprenticeship. Not every pock-faced stripling whose family pushed them to the forge was cut out for the demands of fire, earth, and air, nor did their own fire necessarily call to the metal as it ought. The clan-fathers could pay him to train whoever they wanted, but if the tone wouldn't ring true, he might as well try to teach a fish to fly.

Hamicsar hadn't shown rotten yet. He huffed and he puffed, but he didn't complain. That was all to the good.

With long lightly twisted tongs the color of honey the smith reached into the coals, retrieving the piece of metal, which was glowing merrily even in the rich golden afternoon sun. What it had been before the scavvies had pulled it from some ruin or other, he couldn't speculate. It was an odd piece, stamped with the names of stars and wandering lights, ringed with gradients and numbers. But none of the diviners had expressed interest in the piece, as far Mikhael knew, and good heart-copper could hardly be despised or wasted on a simple object of display.

On the horn of the anvil the smith placed the piece, a slight sizzle rising from where the hot metal touched the drops of precipitation which he had sprinkled on the hammer-stone. Up came his rounded hammer, not the breaker, the beater, and with fastidious care the son of Vernous Urinîl tapped against the metal, shaping, bending. Bronze did not like to break, even under the hardest use, especially when it was still full of the fire of the forge - but if it did, an entire day's working could be easily ruined, and such risks were only rarely worth taking. Even the most clever quenches rarely produced long term superior blends, save the finest. And the smith was the finest.

The globe bent and shaped around the horn, losing radiance as Mikhael worked. After a score of breaths the smith nodded to himself, and turned, the dun red metal on his tongs still, plunging it into the bath of oil his apprentice had drawn. Tar-soil was worth almost as much as gold, so rare were the barrels found in ancient storehouses which had not been broken by the years or shattered by incautious plunderers who did not know their value. But as the piece emerged smoking from the quench it had a rich lustrous dark film clinging to it, mottling the silver patina which had marked the piece here and there.

Back into the fire the piece went, to release the stresses of the hammering. A few more hours and it would almost be the right shape for one of the full-helmets which the guards of the citadel favored, and awl and chisel would cut a careful face into the mirror-smooth surface, such as the Emperor's warriors had worn since time immortal. A forging worth the ransom of many lesser men, for only a few days of careful labor and a small fortune in heart-copper.

Hamicsar drew a dipper of water as his master tossed aside his smithing gloves, the two men happily stepping away from the forge to fill their lungs with clean air.

Aeternum
Starting Resources: None
100 Peasants harvest oysters and herbs in the Rural Riverlands (+6 Food)
300 Peasants sweat and toil at hard labor, for the good of all (+3 Labor, -3 Public Order)
100 Freemen follow behind the Scholars, learning of bough and soil, rising at years end in the same profession as their mentors
100 Freemen hew stone in the hills alongside their brothers (+2 Stone)
100 Scholars inspect and glean of the sun-pears of the margins of the city, sustaining many and learning much (+4 Food)
100 Artisans venture up into the hills, to cut stone (+2 Stone)
District Income: 5 Wealth, 3 Public Order
Citizen Income: 6 Labor, 1 Wealth
Active Income: 10 Food, 3 Labor, 4 Stone, 1 Science
Total: 10 Food, 9 Labor, 6 Wealth, 4 Stone, 1 Science
Consumption: 8 Food, 3 Public Order
Expenditures:
Monument [3/3 Labor, 3/3 Wealth]
Stonecutter [3/3 Labor, 1/1 Wealth]
Huts [3/3 Labor, 1/1 Wealth]
Stability: 100 Citizens unhoused, no active Wealth income, -Public Order [+3 Order, -3 Order] | -2 Public Order
End: -2 Public Order, 2 Food, 1 Wealth, 4 Stone

Scholars seek after the propagation and cultivation of the sun-pear [1/7 RP]
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Postby Lazarian » Mon Dec 04, 2023 11:00 am

Chi No Shohin
The Thing In The Heart of Old Shohin

In the ruins of Old Shohin, a long white arm slowly extends from between two curtains. It is the residence of the god - a dark, shrouded place inside of the remains of the ancient palace. Its flesh is ancient - it droops and sags, mottled and wrinkled like those of a toothless elder. Its nails are long and yellow, curling at the ends. And, perhaps, if someone with a keen eye looked closely - they may see the extra third joint in the arm. It bends in an unnatural way as it grasps and beckons. Waiting. Asking.

The god does not have to wait long for its offering. Shizumi Kato bows deeply as he enters the room, before proceeding to the altar-table in front of the antechamber, laying the slab of raw meat upon it delicately. He is silent as he follows through with this duty - the god does not like to be disturbed. He will speak if spoken to - and under no other circumstances.

A masked attendant sits at a chair in the corner, silent and still, a quill and parchment resting in their lap. The priesthood rotate in shifts to attend to the Emperor, and one of their number is ever present in this sacred place. Though he speaks rarely, they dare not miss his few commands and words of wisdom.

They must rotate frequently, of course. Being in the presence of the emperor for too long can cloud one’s thought. Blind one’s judgment. Fray the nerves and shake the senses. Such is fitting for a divine being, of course. He is not of this world, they say.

“Begone.” their god rasps, his distended voice echoing in the chamber. “Begone.”

Shizumi turns and quickly leaves. It is best not to displease the god.

Some men do not return from this holy duty, after all.

Population: 400 Peasants, 100 Artisans, 100 Scholars, 100 Freemen, 100 Soldiers
Housing: 2 from Palace, 3 from Urban, 4 from Huts (end of turn)
Start: Nothing
Passive Income: +1 Wealth from Palace, +1 Wealth from Urban, +1 Wealth from Artisans, +4 Labor from Peasants, +1 Labor from Freemen
Population Actions:
100 Peasants work Rural District I. [+5 Food] (+2 Rural, +3 Flatlands)
100 Peasants work Rural District II. [+5 Food] (+2 Rural, +3 Flatlands)
100 Peasants work long hours. [+1 Labor, -1 Stability]
100 Peasants work long hours. [+1 Labor, -1 Stability]
100 Artisans work the Urban District. [+1 Wealth, +2 Stone]
100 Scholars haul Stone from the mountains. [+3 Stone]
100 Freemen train as Scholars.
100 Soldiers haul Stone from the mountains. [+3 Stone]
Total Income: 7 Labor, 4 Wealth, 8 Stone
Constructing:
Huts x 2 (6/6 Labor, 2/2 Wealth) [-6 Labor, -2 Wealth]
Stonecutters (1/3 Labor, 1/1 Wealth) [-1 Labor, -1 Wealth]
Expenses: 3 Wealth, 7 Labor
Ending: 1 Wealth

Matters of the State:
Food Supply: 10 from Rural Districts. -10 from Pops.
Stability: +1 Stability from Palace. -2 Stability from Forced Labor. Total = -1 Stability.
Scholarly Pursuits: 100 Scholars research Childbirthing. [1/5]

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Postby Ovstylap » Tue Dec 05, 2023 4:43 am

Many among the people sought to eagerly serve the state, for idleness was the greatest sin to community, and self. Yet those who did not find enough work to do, had work found for them, and in this success of labour, did the weight of duty cause sweat to pour
From the Telapias' Chronicle of Thureos

Why do you gaze at the sky and ask for the gods to send rain to water our lands? Why do you seek the attention of the gods whose minds are busy with workings beyond our comprehension through mere petition. Nay, instead you should seek to honour, glorify, and serve them. Ask them not to remove the difficult labours from your arms, and the pain from your backs, but instead, honour them with the crafts of your mind and hands.
From the Epic of Arcadios


Menaeus was never known to be a completely selfless man. Of course he wanted to further his own authority and power- but it is widely accepted that his own individual ambition could be attributed to his genuine self-confidence, his very belief that he was the right man to lead the citizens of Thureos. For who else, but Menaeus of Paeva, had proved able to slay the Prince of Serpents?
From Diodi's Account of Great Citizens of Thureos



White clouds lazily drifted high above the gray and cream and beige patches that clung to the sides of the flowing river like babes to their mothers. The river twisted its way into a quickly broadening estuary before pouring into the deep blue bay, which itself had a multitude of protruding peninsulars of varying sizes jutting out into its serene waters. Between these, were natural harbours, and it was for this, among other reasons, that the location was home to a settlement of some size.

Certainly, almost no Castarnae settlements were of this size, but here was a local hub for trade and habitation. In recent years, efforts to expand the city- by doubling the amount of land given over to man rather than nature, had meant that there was a substantial surplus of housing for migrants or new families. Of course, this would be used within a decade or so, as Thureos continued to expand.

Watching over this period of growth, and planning for the future, sat Menaeus of Paeva. He had ruled since the age of thirty-seven, for some almost nine years, and hoped to do so for many more. In thanks to the gods, and in recognition of the many blessings poured upon the Polis in recent years, a great Shrine had been comissioned in the older of the Urban Districts. Here, the gods would be honoured. Here they would be praised. In celebration of the opening of the new shrine, 1/8 of all of the food brought into Thureos was given in sacrifice, to secure the blessings of the gods. Now, in the old heart of the town, watched over by the White Palace on the hills, there stood a Shrine to celebrate the gods, standing alongside the Monument of State that had been erected the previous summer- a hallmark of the achievement of Thureos in becoming self-sufficient, and prosperous.

Population: 400 Peasants, 100 Artisans, 200 Scholars
Housing: 2 from Palace, 6 from Urban
Districts
Palace District (Hills)
Urban District I (Riverlands)
Urban District II (Riverlands)
Rural District I (Hills)
Start: Nothing
Passive Income: +2 Wealth from Palace, +4 Wealth from Urban, +1 Wealth from Artisans, +5 Labour from Peasants
Population Actions:
200 Scholars work the Riverlands [+8 Food]
400 and 100 Artisans provide Labour Duty [+5 Labour, -5 Stability]
Total Income: 10 Labour, 7 Wealth
Constructing:
A Shrine is built in Urban District I [4 Wealth, 4 Labour]
A Monument is built in Urban District I [3 Wealth, 3 Labour]
An Urban District sees its foundations prepared [3/4 Labour, -/3 Wealth]
Expenses:
10 Labour, 7 Wealth
Ending: -
Matters of the State:
Food Supply: +8 Food from Population, -7 Food Consumption, -1 Food sacrificed to the Gods
Stability: +1 Stability from Palace. +1 Stability from Social Contract, -7 Stability from Oligarchy and Labour Duty
Scholarly Pursuits: 200 Scholars research Childbirthing. [2/5]
[b]Civic Developments[b] 1 Civic Point from the Monument is spent on Apprenticeships: The organization of artisans and craftsmen along lines of experience increases productivity and innovation, both for the state and the individual. Every three Artisans produce one (two) Labor. Every 2 RP spent towards a given Advancement generates a further +1 RP, per Advancement. Neither Scholars nor Artisans may conduct Forced Labor.
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Postby Cybernetic Socialist Republics » Tue Dec 05, 2023 5:36 pm

When Chief Muzir led his people over the hill tops of this beautiful land, he knew in an instant that it had to be theirs. A vast river delta made for incredibly fertile land that one barely had to work to derive sustenance from. The sea that the delta lead out provided the perfect base from which greater exploration into the world could one day be launched. The hills represented not only a defensive feature from outside invaders, but also deposits of stone that could be exploited.

They'd been settled in on this territory now for a few years, the tribal palace sat on the coast, communal housing on the flatlands and the beginnings of formal organisation on a third of the area surrounding the rural riverlands.Chief Muzir called a general meeting of the tribal council, to determine what it was exactly to be done next in the coming years. It was quickly determined that the village would be expanded deeper into the flatlands as the primary upcoming project to be completed, with a secondary project to continue organising the nearby riverlands into formal stretches of land held by families rather than simply available for common use. That latter plan was not expected to come entirely to fruition.

In the meanwhile, the more clever people of the Bikan would be tasked with finding ways to redirect water from the river delta to further increase local fertility, which would be incorporated into the organisation of these rural districts. In this task, another group would study under them so that they may later contribute to this. Amidst all of this, of course, other work would be done, that other work being, almost exclusively, taking from the immense bounty of the land by hunting and gathering local fauna and flora. Every man, woman and child would receive their fill, without any difficulty at all, to such a degree, the population of the tribe could well be 3 times what it currently was, with none of those new individuals working to produce food and all could still be fed.

Perhaps if other people saw them now, they'd consider this focus foolish, should they not gather timber from the forest, or stone from the hills? Well to put it delicately, the Bikans were a simple people. The only use they could imagine now for large amounts of timber is putting up a palisade. For stone, the situation was more nuanced, at some point it might be worth setting aside part of the village for stone cutting work, but the honest truth was that for thr foreseeable future, the artisans of the Bikan were more use out hunting and gathering than in the village and that'd likely remain the case for years to come. Too much food that could otherwise be produced, would have to be forgone.

Starting Resources: None
200 Peasants Working Rural District Riverlands (+8 Food)
200 Peasants Working Forest (+4 Timber)
100 Artisans Working Hills (+2 Stone)
100 Freemen Working Hills (+2 Stone)
100 Freeman Working Hills while Studying to become Scholars (+2 Stone)
200 Scholars Working Hills while Learning Potterty (+2 Stone)

District Income: 2 Wealth, 1 Public Order
Citizen Income: 6 Labor, 1 Wealth, 1 Research Point
Active Income: 8 Food, 4 Timber, 8 Stone
Total: 3 Wealth, 1 Public Order, 6 Labor, 1 Research Point, 8 Food, 4 Timber, 8 Stone
Consumption: 8 Food
Expenditures:
Flatland Urban District [4/4 Labor, 3/3 Wealth]
Quarry [2/2 Labor]
Stability: No citizens unhoused
End: 1 Public Order, 4 Timber, 8 Stone

Scholars working on Pottery [1/3 RP]
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Postby Olthenia » Wed Dec 06, 2023 8:55 am

Year 200 of the Star-Count
TURN 1
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A new year has dawned upon the world of men! And with it, as the last snows melt and winter winds finally abate, new green shoots of spring and summer soon blankets the land. Soon.


The Vanikar
These are calm days on the Vanikar's isle. No news is, in the end, good news, and wise men know this is to be treasured. It will not last.

The Urêthâni
Likewise are the Urêthâni moribund in calm and quiet days this year. Ancient dangers, for now - at least, are nowhere to be seen. Scholars looking into matters of care and cultivation of the sun-pear report tentative, if optimistic, progress. The lands of the Urêthâni are clearly conducive to its growth, and how to make its saplings truly thrive can only be a matter of time and effort.

Chi No Shohin
New homes are raised along the alleys and avenues of old Shohin this year. They may only be humble huts - but they are clean, dry and cozy - and proper roofs never dishonored anyone, no matter how humble. In the priestly conclaves of their wisest, meanwhile - the Yue faithful have made their first, faltering steps towards understanding the mysteries of childbirthing. In time, it must be hoped, the mysteries of how new lives can best be shepherded into the world will be known and understood. And the Yue be bettered by it. And until then - the fates, and the Emperor, will abide.

Thureos
The humble city by the hill is a abuzz with toil and activity this year. Not only is a shrine to honor the gods - proud and austere - raised on Thureos' outskirts, but before summer's end, a monument to the town fathers is also unveiled. With such austere edifices to gaze upon, it must be hoped that the sons and daughters of Thureos can tend to their labors safe in the knowledge that their divines, and their elders, are well honored.

Bikan
Free and fierce have ever the young of Bikan been. And in this year, it is the freest and fiercest of spirit amongst them that have followed their elders, passed their trials and attained the ranks of 'Scolars'. May their wisdom, in the years to come, serve their people well. Another prospect that may serve Chief Muzir's people well is that of irrigation. To reliably coax good crops and bountiful harvests from the land is a subject well worthy of toil and trouble - and in time, it must be hoped, a subject that the men of Bikan will master. For now, the task beckons.
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Postby G-Tech Corporation » Wed Dec 06, 2023 11:15 am

Urêthâni


Meld-Metal Atrium, Aeternum
Second of Wintermarch, Year Three Hundred Thirty Four of the Age of Stars

Out of the north the cold winds howled, and stalwart men and cravens alike pulled their cloaks tighter. Though the lands of Urêthâni were normally blessed by mild winters and warm, if not blazing, summers, the Creator sent things of other provenance anon to test the Faithful. It was not uncommon for Uru's Breath to bear storms from the plains near year's end, tempests to course over the lands of Aeternum and the endless acres of crumbling city and then batter against the foothills of the Tower while men huddled around fires. Rare indeed were such storms which lasted more than a day or two, or which did much aside from laying a thin coverlet of snow upon the roofs and streets of the City Eternal.

This storm did not have much to distinguish it from just such. Already after a night of intermittent flurries it was abating, and most of the kindreds would scarce note its passing, save as an excuse to stay indoors and tell old tales around warm hearths. Master Vespasian did not have that luxury, more the pity. Layered in an overcloak of gossamer down and trousers of thick goat wool, he had to stagger out to the mud-flats south of the palace and oversee the men and women there at work breaking the hard soil for spring plantings. As he stamped along the flagstones he grumbled and muttered under his breath, casting baleful glances at the sparse figures of convicts who were diffidently pushing the snow out of the main thoroughfares at a customary lackadaisical pace.

On other days when it wasn't so cold he would feel more charitably toward the poor souls who had to work with leather thongs about their ankles and tattered push-brooms in the chilly conditions. Nobody liked such jobs, and so the Emperor by ancient compact had given such work to men who had committed small crimes, petty theft, outrages of public modest, and other minor infractions. Today, however, Vespasian could only glare recriminations in their direction, for here and there his boots splashed in puddles of slushy snow-melt where the clearance had been less than diligent.

So it was that he arrived at the hard-scrabble of the tuber fields, set aside in what the architects said had once been a sprawling bestiary. Whatever ancient creatures had lurked here had no doubt perished and been eaten generations ago, and as land uncluttered by crumbling foundations or public monuments was difficult to come across, the Urêthâin had been cultivating this land since before the Master of House Cerulos had drawn his first breath. Several dozen men and women were bent to the work of breaking up the soil, either hacking at the sod to break it up with crude mattocks of bronze or flint, or dragging heavy carving-stones to peel back the furrows in long lines.

"Master!"

A voice greeted his arrival, disgustingly cheerful given the sleet which was still drifting down from the aether, and the notable almost physically recoiled from the attentions of his adjutant. Petyor was a naturally sunny fellow, which perturbed his factor today even more than usual, but as the aide trotted over with no apparent signs of being effected by the inclement weather it was hard to resent him - the open sunny face invited the onlooker to share in the natural and boundless joy of its owner, and it seemed a mean and petty thing to frown when confronted with such a mien.

"It is so good of you to make time from the mistress to join us. I trust your goodwife bore out the storm well enough?"

Vespasian nodded politely. His aide had not even met his new wife, but it was good manners to ask after her health regardless. The overseer gestured broadly at the field, raising his eyebrow toward the younger man.

"You said you needed my help, something to bind and loose. I do not wish to hurry you, but if there is ought which might be done at speed, I would be most pleased to make my time away from eave and roof short indeed."

The bright young blonde haired man smiled, clicking his tongue between his teeth.

"Aye sir, prompt then. Only a small difficult, but one which may compound as the days pass - we broke our last spare mattock yesterday evening. The men are careful, but it is the nature of tools to wear even as they work upon the land. Without more replacements, our pace shall slacken with each pair who are unable to work with better tools. The workers are willing, but fingernails and hand-axes will make for slow going at the ploughing."

Ach, 'twas fair enough. But not a problem easily solved. Vespasian suppressed a frown as the wheels within his mind ground together, not overly fine. He was no scholar, to speak of methods to prevent the breaking of tools, or any such matter. Logistics, certainly, middle management, well and good. He would need to see what could be done. There were men working on the west side with heavy stone drawn out of the foothills, said to be making progress on new sharper work-blades for what was needed.

"I'll see what can be done Petyor. I'll send the boy if I have good news - if not, focus the lads on the turning-stones. Those will hardly break, and new rope is easy enough to come by, even if the furrows are not so fine. It will serve, if the news is ill, but I shall hope otherwise regardless. It was good of you to call for me. It would not do to leave this stretch unplanted when the first rains turn, no, not at all."

The adjutant bowed at his waist, knowing a dismissal when he heard it. As the nobleman sauntered home, already thoughts turning toward warmth and fire, the bedraggled peasants continued the thankless task of subsistence farming, their minds resigned to mud and cold.

Aeternum
Starting Resources: -2 Public Order, 2 Food, 1 Wealth, 4 Stone
400 Peasants sweat and toil at hard labor, for the good of all (+4 Labor, -4 Public Order)
100 Freemen gather stone in the hills, learning clever arts and rising as Artisans (+2 Stone)
100 Scholars inspect and glean of the sun-pears of the margins of the city, sustaining many and learning much (+4 Food)
100 Scholars gather sumptuous pears in the Rural Riverlands, feeding the masses (+6 Food)
100 Artisans work in the Urban center, cutting stone tools and other necessary things (-1 Stone, +1 Wealth)
District Income: 5 Wealth, 3 Public Order
Citizen Income: 6 Labor, 1 Industry, 2 Science
Active Income: 3 Public Order, 10 Food, 4 Labor, 2 Stone
Total: 10 Food, 10 Labor, 5 Wealth, 1 Industry, 4 Stone, 1 Science
Consumption: 8 Food, 4 Public Order, 1 Stone
Expenditures:
Stonecutter [3/3 Labor, 1/1 Wealth]
Huts [3/3 Labor, 1/1 Wealth]
Shrine [4/4 Labor, 4/4 Wealth]
Smithy [0/3 Labor, 0/3 Wealth, 1/4 Industry]
Stability: No Citizens Unhoused, Active Wealth Income [+6 Public Order, -4 Public Order | +2 Public Order
End: 0 Public Order, 4 Food, 0 Wealth, 5 Stone

Scholars seek after the propagation and cultivation of the sun-pear [4/7 RP]
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Postby Kreigsreich of Iron » Wed Dec 06, 2023 11:29 am

Aurma

The sun rose over the Land of Divine Riches to the crack of the whip and the prayer-songs of the Magisterium, the Aurman Church. Chairman Teran-Va, leader of the Aurma, watched Reapers return from their raids, taking entire villages’ worth of population and supplies. For the Aurma had learned from the Great Mistake, and took entire tribes wholesale. As he strode down the corridor to the meeting of the Directorate of Cardinals, that great body which decided the course of the Theocracy.
« Greetings », he said as he pushed the door open.
« Your Venerante » responded the Cardinals, rising.
« How goes our nation? » Teran-Va inquired.
“Well, Your Venerate.”
And so began that deadly dance unique to the Magisterium.
“Pontificate Milae, what are the reports from our Reapers?”
“Extremely good, Your Venerate. While the new security measures are obviously slowing down our rates, we retain 60% percent of our intake, plus the additional benefits from dissembling the villages.”
“Good, good. Syndic Macurshian, any news from the Great Error?”
“Yes, Your Venerante. We have learned, after questioning two of their warriors, that they call themselves the Bikanites.”
“Good. Pontificate Zistadt, have we any new potential allies?”
“Yes, Your Venerante, the Aeturnum would be suitable as vassals. However-“
“Would they not serve just as well as slaves in our mines, then?” Broke in Milae.
“If you had bothered to read my report, or even listen to my sentence, you would have known they have been cursed by the Almighty. In fact, it is that very curse that makes them so suitable as vassals. If they were allowed to, they would corrupt our holy iron.” This from Zistadt.
“Then let us exercise our divine mandate and wipe them out!”
“If you had bothered to read the reports of your own Syndics, you would know that we lack the necessary forces present.” Zistadt scoffed.
“Pontificate Milae has a point. Once all of the Reapers have returned, we shall ride forth.” Thundered Teran-Va.

The camera pans to the sight of around 300 soldiers marching in unison, their boots like thunder and to the sound of drums.






Aurma
Starting Resources: None
100 Peasants hunt and gather in the Rural Flatlands (+5 Food)
100 Peasants range beyond the city gathering useful food in nearby Flatlands (+3 Food)
200 Peasants sweat and toil at hard labor, for the good of all (+2 Labor, -2 Public Order)
100 Freemen work as apprentices in the hills, rising as Artisans come year end
100 Scholars master the accounts of the city, spending their time in natural philosophy (+1 Science)
100 Artisans venture up into the Hills, to cut stone (+2 Stone)
District Income: 3 Wealth, 1 Public Order
Citizen Income: 5 Labor, 1 Wealth
Active Income: 8 Food, 2 Labor, 2 Stone, 1 Science
Total: 8 Food, 7 Labor, 4 Wealth, 2 Stone, 1 Science
Consumption: 8 Food, 2 Public Order
Expenditures:
Huts [3/3 Labor, 1/1 Wealth]
Huts [3/3 Labor, 1/1 Wealth]
Creche [1/4 Labor, 2/3 Wealth]
Stability: No citizens unhoused, -1 Public Order
End: -1 Public Order, 0 Food, 0 Wealth, 2 Stone
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Postby Ovstylap » Thu Dec 07, 2023 2:43 pm

Although the Castarnae were a peaceful folk, this was not to say that the occaisonal skirmish nor bloodfeud, nor confrontational eloping ever spilled into the lands of Thureos. It was for the sake then of an increased sense of security, one rightfully befitting for a local trading hub, that the Council agreed to fund a large palisade to protect the settlement.
From the Telapias' Chronicle of Thureos

Yet who is to say that the work of the mind is any less than that of the hand? Can the mason construct the column without the proportions realised? Can the butcher cut meat without the hunter calculating the startled deer's direction? Can the soldier fight purposely without the plan of the Strategos? So then, as you feed your body with food, so must you feed your mind with wisdom and words.
From the Epic of Arcadios


It was of no doubt that Thureos, in the grand scheme of things, was insignificant, when one were to compare it to the legends told of Kah'lo, among other states rumoured by merchants at the waterfront. Yet to Menaeus, this was simply a challenge- where Thureos lacked men, it would have to make up in mettle. Where it lacked in wealth, it had to make up in Wisdom. Where it lacked in size, it had to make up for in science. It was to this end that education continued to be a priority- the further development of the citizen was a natural extension of the state's role, and was in its interests too, expanding state capacity, and by extension, Menaeus' own power...
From Diodi's Account of Great Citizens of Thureos


When one considers the many demands of a city, from housing to sanitation, to sustenance, to happiness, to security, and to prosperity, one can only realise that the capacity for demand can only grow. As the population grows, fulfilling new roles, so too does the demand for more grow- more work is needed, more resources desired, and in turn, as long as famine nor fighting, nor disease, nor division, in theory a city could grow forever.

This was the theory Kaedelius was considering, whilst his counterpart Hertelia was considering how the conceptually limitless city would best be organised- a hierarchy would of course emerge- but in nature this would be comprised of those with the most capacity to inflict violence, or encourage others to do so- how might a different hierarchy emerge through social organisation? Such thoughts kept many a scholar engaged, though as theories came to be written, and discussions grew, it appeared almost inevitable that social estimation and consideration could well lead to a re-examination of the organisation of Thureos itself...

****
Gazing out over the small area of marsh, Temenos stilled his breathing as he heard a slight splashing sound in the reeds ahead. In the small leather strap he held lazily in his right hand, was already seating a round stone he had taken from the riverside on his walk to his most bountiful hunting spot at this time of year. As he lifted the strap, and began to whirl it, he could not help but think of the bird happily choosing to dig in the mud for worms. Were it not for man, it would likely almost never fall victim here, for there were many ducks, but few falcons. But all things are organised under the gods.

The leather strap, pinched as it was, whirled to such a speed that it appeared to not be moving before he released his thumb, and the small stone was sent spinning through the air at incredible pace- clipping through the reeds and crunching into the duck's skull before splashing in the water beyond.

Chaos ensued as nature fled- Temenos pushed through the reeds and found the duck, completely still, little of its head even remaining. It had been worth the risk, he grinned- this is why a good hunter was always appreciated- and had his place in society...

Population: 400 Peasants, 100 Artisans, 200 Scholars
Housing: 2 from Palace, 6 from Urban
Districts
Palace District (Hills)
Urban District I (Riverlands) (Shrine, Monument)
Urban District II (Riverlands)
Urban District III (Riverlands) (Under Construction)
Rural District I (Hills)
Start: -5 Stability
Passive Income: +2 Wealth from Palace, +4 Wealth from Urban, +1 Wealth from Artisans, +5 Labour from Peasants
Population Actions:
200 Scholars work the Riverlands [+8 Food]
100 Artisans work the Mountains[+3 Stone]
200 Peasants provide Labour Duty [+2 Labour, -2 Stability]

200 Peasants work the Hills (+4 Stone)

100 Peasants work the Forests (+2 Timber)
Total Income: 7 Labour, 7 Wealth, 7 Stone, 2 Timber
Constructing:
2 Stonecutters are built (-6 Labour, -2 Wealth)
A Palisade is started (2/2 Timber, 1/1 Wealth, -/2 Labour) (-2 Timber, -1 Wealth)
An Urban District finishes construction 4/4 Labour, 3/3 Wealth (-1 Labour, -3 Wealth)
Expenses:
7 Labour, 6 Wealth
Ending: 7 Stone, 1 Wealth
Matters of the State:
Food Supply: +8 Food from Population, -7 Food Consumption, -1 Food sacrificed to the Gods
Stability: +1 Stability from Palace, +1 from Social Contract, +3 from Shrine, -2 Stability from Labour Duty. -2 Stability from Oligarchy, Total = -4 Stability.
Scholarly Pursuits: 200 Scholars research Childbirthing. [5/5] (1 RP from Apprenticeships)
[b]Civic Developments[b] N/A
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Postby Cybernetic Socialist Republics » Fri Dec 08, 2023 7:35 am

The recent expansion of the Bikan village center was very important to the health of the people, as it meant growing families could move into new housing rather than remained crammed together. That project, however, was the full extent of the Bikanites completed acheivement in those two past years. The next two years, however, were promising. The parceling out of one land for fishing and gthering that'd began in the previous 2 years would be completed, with another started and completed completely from scratch due within the next two years as well. With that, would come the setting aside of one area within these organized rural grounds specifically for hunting, to augment the fishing that'd come to dominate as a souce of food for the Bikanites. Efforts to improve the fertility of the land with irrigation continued a pace as well, as a new generation of scholars had come up to help their elders, which was soon to be followed by another generation.

For the forseeable future, the Bikanites were to set to develope primarily as a well fed people, who spent their spare time pondering ways to improve their lives generally, rather than building up the reserves of wealth and resources that most others would. They'd spend their days, fishing, picking, thinking and sleeping, interspered with bouts of game hunting. It qualified as a simple existence now, not much different then that of their ancestors they left behind, but as Chief Muzir sat and discussed with his peers in their tribal council meetings, they all understood on some level that what they were building were the foundations of something great, even if that something may not be something they, or perhaps even their children, would live to see.

Starting Resources: 1 Public Order, 4 Timber, 8 Stone
100 Peasants Working Rural District Riverlands + Quarry (+4 Food, +1 Stone )
100 Peasants Working Rural District Riverlands (+4 Food)
200 Peasants Working Forest (+4 Timber)
100 Artisans Working Hills (+2 Stone)
100 Freeman Working Hills while Studying to become Scholars (+2 Stone)
200 Scholars Working Hills while Learning Potterty (+4 Stone)

District Income: 3 Wealth, 1 Public Order
Citizen Income: 5 Labor, 1 Wealth, 2 Research Point
Active Income: 8 Food, 4 Timber, 9 Stone
Total: 4 Wealth, 1 Public Order, 5 Labor, 2 Research Point, 8 Food, 4 Timber, 9 Stone
Consumption: 8 Food
Expenditures:
Flatland Urban District [4/4 Labor, 3/3 Wealth]
Hunting Grounds [1/1 Labor]

Stability: No citizens unhoused
End: 1 Wealth, 2 Public Order, 8 Timber, 17 Stone

Scholars working on Pottery [3/3 RP]
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Postby G-Tech Corporation » Mon Dec 11, 2023 7:35 am

Urêthâni


Deep Beneath the Arcanex of Thuycides, Aeternum
Ninth of First Seed, Year Three Hundred Thirty Five of the Age of Stars

Sweat dripped from Laman's brow, and he shifted his grip on the heavy rope knot minorly. Alongside him the three other men eyed him with weather glances, and he nodded fractionally. An ache was beginning in his forearms, and his calves where they were braced against the large mottled white slab, but he could hold for a while yet. A pallid face reappeared in the inky gloom, and gave a low whistle while staring at him.

"Laman, Varian, with me. Your turn.

The soldier didn't release the rope immediately - two men padded past him, heavy burlap sacks clanking along on their backs from deeper underground, and then he felt a tap on his back. Half-turning, he noted the bearded face of his sister's son, Mishael, and carefully he handed the rope over to the young bruiser, making sure not to let the weight out of the line even as he did so. The young man grunted as the stress fully transferred to his arms, and braced himself on the same notches of stone Laman had been using.

The pallid face was watching. Laman only spared a few moments to slap his arms and legs and pull some more circulation into his limbs, then he stooped and took up a heavy sack from the near invisible pile on the floor. Next to him an older man with blonde hair streaked with white had an empty sack on his own back, and the two followed after the murky form of their guide down into the darkness, barely illuminated by a greasy guttering torch of goat-fat soaked reeds.

It was not difficult going. The passageway barely descended, wide and level pavingstones no doubt having been intended for regular traffic. The air was close, but not exhausted yet from the labors of the men. Laman nodded to himself. Still the good part of the dive. This section of the tunnels was only barely damaged, cracked by weight from above here and there, but only maybe one in every hundred bricks having failed. It was a wonder no other men had been here, but that was all to the best.

"Just ahead here, on the right. The angular archway."

Anshan's voice almost startled the two men, coming as it did out of the darkness. There was an oppressive stillness to the deep places of the Eternal City, which did not encourage speech, or indeed any words at all. In normal caves and caverns echoes would send your voice back to you, redoubled and distorted, but familiar. Here the sounds were eaten up in a moment, the still air muffling even a loud shout swiftly, which made the men reticent indeed to make any noise.

In a few more steps Laman could make out the doorway that the other man must have meant, a stiff precisely machined thing of heavy buttressed black stone, set off against the pallid grays and reds of the wider thoroughfare. Thick angular letters were cut with unnatural precision into the lintel of the wide passage, no doubt telling of the provenance to which the ancients had put the room beyond, but he was no scholar to be reading Dawn-Chant. Maybe his son would be, one day. But not Laman.

Two torches had been set in sconces in the wide room that opened beyond the doorway, but their light was wholly insufficient to the task that had been given to them. The soldier could only get a faint impression of a great interior space, the ceiling soaring away to unguessable black heights, and stolid columns as wide as market-stalls holding up the whole buttressed affair. More importantly, however, was the reflected glint of warm bronze in the shuddering flames, shimmering out of the gloomy depths in at least a dozen places.

"Quickly now. Time's wearing."

Laman nodded without thinking, casting his eyes about the nearest pools of darkness with prickles running up his spine. Maybe this would be his last dive. Aye, the pay was good, but with each passage into the darkened halls of dead kings he felt his courage more exhausted, his fear of the night increased. Not everyone came back from the under-city, not by any means. He shuffled forward, carefully watching the floor for anything out of the ordinary, making his way toward the nearest gleam of metal.

A low whistle, one soon echoed by the other bag-man. There were few things more valuable than weapons cut of the Final Empire, and the heavy falxes and long spears which stood in racks against this pillar were worth a pretty sum indeed. With ginger fingers and sweaty palms the courier began to place the arms into his sack, carefully angling their blades away from the fragile fabric and his own very slice-able back. Away to one side he could hear the other two working similarly, their pace careful but frenetic, and growing more so. A foreboding was growing in Laman's mind, even as he knew on a cognitive level that it was probably only the accumulated panic of darkness and terror of the unknown.

The last sword in her place, the worker secured the bundle with a length of cord, to stop the contents shifting with any luck, then cautiously crept toward the next stand of shining light.

And his feet fell silent. Teeth bit into a lip in a quiet shriek, barely suppressed, iron blood staining his tongue as he choked back the outburst. Frantically, Laman began to back away toward the doorway some distance behind him.

Bones lay there, at the foot of a great armored statue of bronze, two, three skulls of men in tattered robes with spilled sacks of brazen implements twisted and mangled in stages of fright or flight. The bodies were not old. Strips of flesh were still drawn tight across the carcasses, and the marks of cruel weapons obvious. The rictus of death in their expressions was answered by the calm quiet mask of an ancient warrior, forever frozen upon the mask of bronze which stood on the statue next to them.

"Anshan! We must go. Now. Bonemen."

No answer came from the darkness, no answer save the drip-drop of liquid spilling on stone, and muffled movements in the half-light. A figure much taller than any man living thudded forward, two heavy swords as straight as arrows at its side, one noticeably darker than the other and glinting wetly.

Laman fled, no longer even attempting to not draw attention to himself. They were awake, and only speed would save him now. The legends said they could see in the dark, and would never stop hunting intruders until they were destroyed. Back through the angular archway he darted, blind panic and fear driving him with speed he didn't know he had in his bones, the sack of metal clanking a frantic tattoo on his back.

Heavy footsteps followed, remorseless, unhurried but swift. Each stride would be eating up two of his. How far to the gate? How far!

Without the guide's torch, the passageway was as dark as the grave. Only the Creator's guidance would see him safe without tripping on an uneven footing. Fear-sweat soaking his tunic, the soldier placed on of his hands on the wall, running his fingers along it to be sure he was going straight. It was nearly impossible to keep contact with the smooth blocks, sprinting along as he was doing, but it was absolutely necessary. If he was turned around, or ran into the wall instead of forward, he was done for.

Every breath his back was braced, expecting to feel a blade biting into his back, a sudden spear-thrust taking him in the spine. The footsteps were very close behind, and he could hear old stones cracking as the monster followed him, its immense weight breaking the walkways of the sunken halls.

Then, suddenly, light ahead. Familiar forms straining at the ropes holding the great stone gateway open, the slabs suspended in the air. Laman shouted inarticulately, hoping they understood his meaning, that he was followed. Something of his terror must have been conveyed, as other shouts he couldn't make out came back to him along the tunnel. Metal clacked against metal at his back, and he felt part of the sack tear away, the force propelling him forward in a last despairing dash.

They released the ropes. He shot through the gap, just as the great sealing stone fell back into place. A crashing and crunching passed through the earth as he pitched forward, faint and suddenly weak, his legs no longer supporting his body.

Darkness swam up into his vision, and he knew no more.

Eventually, light returned - light and laughter, and the warm sweet fresh air of the lands of the living. Laman's awareness gathered itself once more, and he realized he was being carried by the other laborers, and that they had made their way back to the Grand Staircase and up into the Arcanex itself. Once the other men realized he was awake, they set him back down, and pressed a flask of fruit liquor into his hands, which he took a swig of gratefully. A good haul, aye, and the failsafe had worked.

Never again, Laman promised himself. Not for all the gold in the vaults of Pharazon. He loved the sun and light too much. Never again.
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Postby Lazarian » Mon Dec 11, 2023 9:59 am

Chi No Shohin

Asahi grunted as he heaved the stone overhead, hefting its weight upon his shoulders.

It was an inglorious calling, that of the laborer. But everyone had their place in Yue society. The Emperor - atop the mountain. The Chieftain and his soldiers at his right hand. The Ascendant and the Divine Caretakers, at his left.

And all of them piled atop the heaving mass of humanity that was Shohin’s peasantry.

It was a rough life. The laborers and farmers of the city lived in shacks and shanties hastily built atop the bones of the old city, crude things of daub and dried mud brick. Most lived as subsistence farmers, gleaning grapes from the now-abandoned orchards and small game from the prairies. Occasionally, the soldiers and taskmasters would enter their quarters, clubs and staffs at hand. Demands upon their lips.

None would dare to publicly begrudge their duties to the Emperor, of course. It was said that upon one’s death, the soul would be weighted on a scale against a single stone. Those who acted with honor in life would not have their sins weigh them down - those who acted with disrespect would have their souls devoured.

The Emperor, of course, as an otherworldly being, could place his mottled hands upon the scale. Thus, even more important than being a good person was garnering the favor of their immortal lord - and so the peasants put up little fuss, despite the arduous and thankless levy-labor he demanded.

And thus the shrine rose, one stone at a time.

Population: 400 Peasants, 100 Artisans, 200 Scholars, 100 Soldiers
Housing: 2 from Palace, 3 from Urban, 4 from Huts
Start: 1 Wealth, 8 Stone
Passive Income: +1 Wealth from Palace, +1 Wealth from Urban, +1 Wealth from Artisans, +4 Labor from Peasants
Population Actions:
100 Peasants haul stones from the mountains. [+3 Stone]
100 Peasants haul stones from the mountains. [+3 Stone]
100 Peasants work long hours. [+1 Labor, -1 Stability]
100 Peasants work long hours. [+1 Labor, -1 Stability]
100 Artisans work the Urban District. [+1 Wealth, +2 Stone]
100 Scholars work Rural District I. [+5 Food] (+2 Rural, +3 Flatlands)
100 Scholars work Rural District II. [+5 Food] (+2 Rural, +3 Flatlands)
100 Soldiers haul Stone from the mountains. [+3 Stone]
Total Income: 6 Labor, 4 Wealth,
Constructing:
Stonecutters (3/3 Labor, 1/1 Wealth) [-2 Labor]
Shrine (4/4 Labor, 4/4 Wealth) [-4 Labor, -4 Wealth]
Expenses: 4 Wealth, 6 Labor
Ending: 1 Wealth, 16 Stone

Matters of the State:
Food Supply: 10 from Rural Districts. -10 from Pops.
Stability: START: -1. +1 Stability from Palace. -2 Stability from Forced Labor. END: -2 Stability.
Scholarly Pursuits: 200 Scholars research Childbirthing. [3/5]

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Postby Olthenia » Mon Dec 11, 2023 10:11 am

Year 202 of the Star-Count
TURN 2
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The Urêthâni
A humble shrine of pillared wood and hewn stone is raised this year amongst the Urêthâni. Surely, within sight of its painted gates, all who believe and worship as the sons of the Urethani do shall know peace and plenty. For where ones gods are honored thus, surely, good men must prosper. And if divine beneficence alone is not enough to sustain them - a busy stonecutter's yard now also stands ready this year, amidst the throng of their humble huts. Here, surely, idle hands shall find ample work - and diligent labor its reward in turn. Surely.

In other news, wise men and clever women responsible for the tending and cultivation of the humble sun-pear insist their efforts are nearing a breakthrough. Already, they claim, their basic theorems and plaintive plantings have born humble fruits. By this time next year, surely, the Urêthâni shall know every secret of the sun-pear's cultivation - and many a full belly be bettered accordingly.

A crude call of action has arisen amongst the wisest of Urêthâni. Action, or perhaps it is more a call for adventure? It is colored in no small part by tales and testimonies of so-called 'bag men' - scavengers and footpads well experienced in the art of scouring the subterranean ruins of the Urêthâni's home. For the stories that their misadventures beget - if not their riches - have caught the interest of many a listener. Not merely as it regards the making of the ancients vaults and grand staircases, however - nor the forging of their bronzed baubels, razor-sharp or otherwise. No, these wisest of the Urêthâni preach that surely - surely! - the greatest and most desireable treasure a many might pre from the eternal dark below is the secret of the Bonemen's magic.

Surely, if these unliving guardians are to be understood by clear and rational minds as anything besides the boogeymen of fearful scavengers? - they must be seen for what they are: creations of darkest sorcery. Should not to wise of Aeternum then busy themselves with their study and understanding? For far nobler a goal is this, they claim, than rooting in the muck and soil for the secrets of pitiful pears. And honestly - are their flavor even that good? Pshaw! No, the study of Blood Magic, they claim, should be the Urêthâni's goal. It is only proper.

Other voices, hot on the heels of these others, caution such an approach, Whatever fell sorcery beget these so-called 'Bonemen' - if indeed they are more than the doubtful apparitions of frightened bag-men? - is a black and cruel sorcery indeed. It must be, they insist, a dark and bloody magic - for hells, what other force could else be responsible for raising such monstrosities? No - the wisest of the Urêthâni should prove their wisdom by foreswearing, as one, any attempts at dabbling in such studies! If Pharazon's Sin ever taught good men anything, it should be to leave well enough alone. And while they're at it - guards should likewise be placed upon all known entryways to these subterranean catacombs! And a moratorium called on any further explorations! How many careless feet could possibly disturb their dark passages before something down there grew restless indeed?

A third faction, however, has a somewhat different take on this. For while the back and forth of curious scholars might have some merit to it - whatever the outcome - it is with the actual haul and merit of these subterranean vaults that the best and brightest of Auternum should busy themselves with. So far, it is known, the depths of these vaults have been plundered by idle - mayhaps even competing? - bands of ill-bred bag men. If their tales are to be trusted, however - who might say for certain what other riches await in the halls below? And what horrors? So. To this end, then, the best and brightest of fiar Aeternum should equip and actual expedition. A hundred brave men and valiant daughters, they insist, should be equipped, supplied, and sent forth into the murk below - that its depths might be plumbed and its riches plundered. Nay, liberated! For the good of Aeternum. Onviously.




Aurma
Work and diligent labor continues apace amongst the Aurma this year. For in the Land of Riches, as is well known, no hand is ever idle. Now, by the counts of the Magisterium's finest acolytes, all the great throng of souls that call Aurma home does so from the comforts of a proper, Gods-be-good home - and such news must surely be counted a triumph. No man, however humble, is now unhoused in the Land of Riches. As it should be.

A generation of freemen - stout sons and clever daughters of the Aurma's best and brightest - have passed their final tests, taken their final trials, and returned to their homes as artisans - tried and true. In years to come, is must be hoped, the Land of Riches shall know bounty and benefit from their skilled labors. As it should be.

It is on the heels of these happy missives that other, more uncertain tidings, reach the mine-scarred plains of Aurma this year. According to several of the peasant bands sent to reap fruits and fodder from the wilds beyond Aurma's town - massive flocks of dark birds have been spotted flying and twirling into foreboding shapes across the sky. This dark omen can mean nothing good, but which queer divine entity could possibly have sent it?

Several of the Aurman's most accomplished huntsmen and gatherers shake their heads and beseech their gods for protection at these dark news. Birds are hardly creatures worthy of fear or respect, to be sure - but still? All the same? The twirl and cascade of these feathered flocks have put even the oldest and most weathered of their number ill at ease. Mayhaps a suitable sacrifice of some sort should be made? To placate whatever ill portent these birds convey?

Envoys of the Magisterium, however, scoff at this. For surely - surely! - they decry, the vast flocks of ominous birds seen cavorting across the skies are not at all a sign of ill portent. Rather, they insist, it is a sign of divine approval. For who, amongst all the kindreds of this age, are more favored by the gods than the Aurmans? No, if anything the Magisterium should be given leave to organize festive offerings to celebrate these flocks! And lead all true acolytes in festive prayer-songs!

Still others - perhaps those amongst the Aurma more grounded and sensible than their peers - make short shift of these strange news. Since when, crow they, were the masters of the Land of Riches ever made fearful by the flappings of birds? Fowl, winged or otherwise, are for eating. That, surely, is their only divine portent. No, according to these naysayers, the Aurma's only response to these birdy tidings should be simply this: to mind their labors and know their tools. For that, they insist, is the only true lot of sensible folk.

The choice, ultimately, must be made.




Thureos
Amongst the wisest souls of this Age's perhaps finest city of trade and commers, work and word-toil continues afoot. For it is the evident dream and ultimate goal amongst Thureos' wisest to know and agree - for once and all - the intricacies and justifications for a true social hierarchy. In this way, they insist, all men will know their place - and be bettered by it. And in this most noble of endeavors, they claim, they are close to forming a final agreement. Oh, yes. Very close indeed.

In other news, not merely one - but two! - proud stonecutter's yards stand raked and ready this year. Within the span of their walls and the reach of their tools, the men of Thureos shall know - and master - the humblest secrets of the mason's art. And by their fruits - however stony they be - know diligence and labor well rewarded. Oh, yes.



Bikanites
These are calm, quiet years amongst the men of great Bikan. Calm, yes - but not idle. For in the lee of the humble hills that encircle their homes - and the span of the fields upon which they thrive - not merely one, but two, great rural districts have been formed this year; and great grounds set aside for hunting also - cut from the fecund soil by many a diligent hands. With these gains made manifest, all men agree, neither man nor woman nor humblest waif of Bikan blood shall ever know the bite of hunger.

And that, to be sure, is something to be thankful for. Truly.



The Yue
A house of divine beneficence - a shrine of other-wordly favor - is duly raised amidst the praerie-girt ruins of Old Shonin, stone by stone. If the Emperor could ever be convinced to place his pallid hands upon the scales of judgement for all the Yue - the Yue as a single, blessed mass of mortal souls? - surely, shrines such as these are the best way of ensuring that favor.

In other news - a careful optimism and cause for jubilation is reported from the midwives and caretakers responsible for the healing of the sick and the shepherding of new lives into the here-and-now. They report no final success on their endeavors yet - for the final secrets of childbirthing yet escape them. But, they insist to anyone with ears to hear, they have made much certain progress this year. Much, yes - and more! By the end of next year, they say, true and proper methods of ensuring that Yue mothers carry their children to term and live to raise strong, healthy offspring - all these things should be known to them.

If the Emperor wills it.

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Postby Cybernetic Socialist Republics » Mon Dec 11, 2023 11:02 am

Another quiet and calm two years passed, two more large tracts of land would be distributed amonst the most productive families of the tribe to call their own, with hunting grounds organized within one of them. A pattern of growth had been established, though Muzir and the tribal council knew that it'd only be a few more short years before it'd have to change. Before long, the task of the Bikanites would be more than fishing and pondering. Already, the Artisans of Bikan were being put to the task of making complex tools and devices that were to be used for more intensive construction efforts. Two hunting grounds were being built and the last bit of work on irrigation on the direction of Bikanite scholars were coming to completion, as others still worked on methods to decreasing the death of mother and child during birthing.

Though change and development was occuring within the Bikan lands, one constant remained, which was the experience of overwhelming food surplus. The land was so rich and productive, that to gather food had long moved away from simply being a means of survival, but a matter of pride and recreation. The people of Bikan competed amongst eachother to produce larger and larger hauls. It was reaching the point where it was obvious that if this food wasn't to go to waste, food preservation methods needed to be significantly improved. However that was still quite a ways away, the scholars of Bikan are more immediate concerns. So the food piled up and up.



Starting Resources: 1 Wealth, 2 Public Order, 8 Timber, 17 Stone
100 Peasants Working Rural District Riverlands + Quarry + Hunting Grounds (+5 Food, +1 Stone)
100 Peasants Working Rural District Riverlands (+4 Food)
200 Peasants Working Forest (+4 Timber)
100 Artisans Working Hills (+2 Stone) [-1 Wealth, +1 Industry]
300 Scholars Scholars Working Hills while Learning Smithing (+6 Stone)

District Income: 4 Wealth, 1 Public Order
Citizen Income: 4 Labor, 1 Industry, 3 Research Point
Active Income: 9 Food, 4 Timber, 9 Stone
Total: 5 Wealth, 1 Public Order, 4 Labor, 3 Research Point, 9 Food, 4 Timber, 9 Stone
Consumption: 8 Food, 2 Wealth
Expenditures:
Kiln [2/2 Labor] [Wealth 2/2]
Clay Pits [1/1 Labor]
Hunting Grounds [1/1 Labor]

Stability: No citizens unhoused
End: 1 Wealth, 3 Public Order, 12 Timber, 26 Stone, 1 Industry


Scholars working on Smithing [3/10 RP]
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Postby Ovstylap » Mon Dec 11, 2023 11:43 pm

With Thureos protected now by a Palisade, it was remarked by many that in a time of conflict, the city would effectively be protected by a form of militia, made up of volunteers, those fulfilling their oaths and civic duties, as well as those with a willingly violent nature. Yet there were no formal military organisation in place, this would ultimately have to change. Those of Kah’lo had talked of hiring mercenaries- but their loyalty could be purchased by others- a man who fights for hire is not the same as a man who fights for hearth and home. In time, this would come, but for now, bows were manufactured, stockpiled, ready to give to those who would defend Thureos, if the time should come.
From Telapias' Chronicle of Thureos

So as the mind says to the left hand, ‘you must keep your hand still upon your stone,’ and the heart to the right hand ‘you must strike true, trusting that the chisel will follow your will,’ so the City says to the inhabitant- ‘you must give yourself to me, that I might prosper you,’ so the State says to the citizen ‘Your service will generate more bounty than time followed in the individual pursuit,’ so the Community says ‘You are part of us, and we are each better for it.’
From the Epic of Arcadios

Of course, Menaeus had come from violent routes, and had saved the settlement from total defeat once, and from significant reverses on a few occaisons, it could not be said that he lacked wisdom. Indeed, he was an intellectual, and spent many an hour among the philosophers and lawspeakers, for it was from a wise mind that good ideas originated, in service of the Community.
From Diodi's Account of Great Citizens of Thureos


Even as the palisade was finalised during the summer months, providing a sense of security for this within, and offering a statement of strength to those without, Menaeus and the Council were looking towards the longer term. With Thureos established as the urban centre around which Castarnae life was increasingly orientated- given that this was the largest market in the local area, and with its urban districts swelling in population, the next step necessary was growth. This had to come from both within- encouraging the citizens to feel secure in starting or expanding their families, as well as increasingly assimilating more willing migrants.

To this end, after two months of investigation, debate, and consensus building, a new fund was created by the state, to be provided for from taxation, to offering a reward to newly-weds, first-time mothers, and those who had five healthy children. Whilst some of this was likely to be in currency, much was in terms of providing household goods and other items, even food, procured by the state and then distributed to these persons. Additionally, a similar offer was made to migrants, usually Castarnae folk, who were willing to settle within Thureos and earn their citizenship overtime.

Meanwhilst, final philosophical agreements were reached as Social Contract saw a development into Social Hierarchy- yet very distinctly there was much agreement that a position of seniority in the Hierarchy had to come with increased accountability and responsibility- to be privileged in society was to reflect the level of service given- not to receive additional service.

Such was the way of the Community.

Population: 400 Peasants, 100 Artisans, 200 Scholars
Housing: 2 from Palace, 9 from Urban
Districts
Palace District (Hills)
Urban District I (Riverlands) (Shrine, Monument, 2 Stonecutters)
Urban District II (Riverlands)
Urban District III (Riverlands)
Start: 7 Stone, 1 Wealth, -4 Stability
Passive Income: +2 Wealth from Palace; +6 Wealth from Urban; +1 Industry, -1 Wealth from Artisans; +4 Labour from Peasants.
Population Actions:
200 Scholars work the Riverlands [+8 Food]
100 Artisans work Urban District I [-2 Stone, +2 Wealth]
100 Peasants work the Mountains [+3 Stone]
400 Peasants conduct Labour Duty [+3 Labour, -3 Stability]
Total Income: 7 Labour, 9 Wealth, 1 Industry, 3 Stone (1 Wealth was leftover so 10 is available)
Constructing:
A Palisade is completed (2/2 Timber, 1/1 Wealth, 2/2 Labour) (-2 Labour)

Another Urban District is constructed, providing work and allowing for future growth, in the Riverlands (4/4 Labour, 3/3 Wealth) (-4 Labour, -3 Wealth)
A Scriptorium begins Construction (3/4 Labour, 2/3 Wealth, 1/2 Industry) (-3 Labour, -2 Wealth, -1 Industry) (1 Labour, 1 Wealth, 1 Industry remaining)

100 Bows are fashioned (-2 Wealth)
Expenses:
7 Labour, 7 Wealth
Ending: 3 Wealth (to be used in Matters of the State), 8 Stone, Bows
Matters of the State:
Food Supply: +8 Food from Population, -7 Food Consumption, -1 Food sacrificed to the Gods
Stability: +1 Stability from Palace, +3 from Shrine, +1 Stability from Social Contract, -4 Stability from Labour Duty. Total = -3 Stability.
Scholarly Pursuits: 200 Scholars research Smithing [3/10] (1 from Apprenticeships)
[b]Civic Developments[b] A fund of [1 Wealth] is set aside to reward newly-weds, first-time mothers, and those who have their fifth healthy child- it is likely that this will occur next year- with the overall intention of increasing birth-rates. A fund of [2 Wealth] is set aside to provide for new Castarnae migrants to come to Thureos and reside there, ultimately earning their citizenship in the coming years. The funding will go towards housing, procuring apprenticeships, as well as offering an incentive to settle within Thureos.
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Postby G-Tech Corporation » Tue Dec 12, 2023 6:20 am

Urêthâni


The Chamber of Roses, Aeternum
Seventeenth of Summer's Heat, Year Three Hundred Thirty Six of the Age of Stars

"Warimages."

Glanduin spat the word at the other two men in the room, shaking his head before repeating it.

"Warimages. It is as clear as day. Why any contingent of the Conclave is besotted with ancient blood rites and lurid tales of dark enchantment is beyond me. We may as well entertain notions of Kelek's Phantoms marching out of the sea to punish the land-dwellers, for all we are putting stock in nursery rhymes."

The other young black-haired scholar looked at his peer with bemusement, a smile playing on his lips while the third man, a graybeard, sat impassively.

"And what of it? Warimages, you say, as if that solves the issue. Can you speak the Century of Command? Intone the Seven Syllables of Summoning? Constructs of bronze and stone are just as deadly as imagined monsters if their orders are to protect their crypts against interlopers, as no doubt they are, and we lack the means to countermand them. The ancients were enamored of guarding their tombs, the scriptures are clear, as Pharazon's Sin gathered in their breasts."

Glanduin huffed out his cheeks.

"Well, no. At least, what I know of the matter is not what I would entrust to my life. Scraps of doggerel saved libraries as the city burned are hardly a firm foundation for facing mortal danger. And a warimage could cut through the entire Guard without a pause. I'm not interested in the twining sorcery necessary to suppress such a danger, at least not if my own body is to be placed before the blade."

On this, it seemed, all three men were in agreement. The animated conversation lapsed for a span of breaths, each of the alchemists ruminating on what was to be done with the rumors and fancies which had seized the Houses and the Emperor. His Imperial Majesty had bade the Foremost of the Conclave present a recommendation to the Carnelian Throne before the passing of the moon, and now after two weeks of information-gathering they had still failed to settle on a solution which seemed wise.

The eldest spoke at length, filling his lungs with the faintly perfumed air of the passages of the Imperial Court.

"What we know is that the people will not be satisfied with a simple admonition to stay away from the ancient places of the city. There is profit to be made in the retrieval of the archaic, for good reason - our smiths would be much the poorer without the intermittent flow of articles to be reforged, and the Houses value greatly every tapestry and trapping of old power which emerges from dust and gloam. The Warmaster could not guarantee the keeping of even a tenth of a tenth of the old ways, were every man who can bear arms set in ceaseless watch over the Eternal City. We must put that from our minds."

Nods, though begrudging, came from his fellows.

"And so we are left with two options. Sanction the divers, take of their best and instruct them carefully in the means whereby to avoid the perils of the sunken halls. Or, give the people a reason to stay away from the dangers, one which does not rely upon compliance by force. There are few men who are willing to venture into the depths as it is, desperate or foolhardy - if they knew by delaying for some time their passages might be safer, perhaps they could be so persuaded."

Both of the young men seemed perplexed now by these words.

"You mean... seek after the strictures? To suppress the ancient guardians? A bold proposal, and not one I looked for from the staid lips of Minhir!"

Glanduin seemed taken with the idea, drumming his fingers on the armrest of his chair. A difficult proposal, to be sure. But, on the other hand, the study of cultivation was nearing a crux. It could be in mere months that the scholarship of the city would have hours to devote to less mundane studies.

Terovingian spoke again, his tones less certain.

"Perhaps, then, a combination of the two. Let us set a challenge before the Houses, perhaps allow them to bid for the privilege of a sanctioned organization to seek after these riches. It is clear that the current haphazard system risks disaster, or at the very least some of the lives of our least fortunate, who deserve our care. A more coherent approach to the studied retrieval of valuable goods would profit all, while minimizing risk. And in the meantime, the Conclave can investigate means of taming the more dangerous machinations of our forefathers. Comb the old houses of wisdom, gain warrant to read the records of the Fallen Houses."

The three men sat in thought, and then slowly each nodded in turn. A recommendation to the Emperor, of caution mixed with pragmatism. Creator send that it would flourish, instead of inviting disaster.

Aeternum
Starting Resources: 0 Public Order, 4 Food, 0 Wealth, 5 Stone
300 Peasants sweat and toil at hard labor, for the good of all (+3 Labor, -3 Public Order)
100 Peasants train at sword and spear, armed and armored as Soldiers (-3 Wealth, -1 Industry)
100 Scholars inspect and glean of the sun-pears of the margins of the city, sustaining many and learning much (+4 Food)
100 Scholars gather sumptuous pears in the Rural Riverlands, feeding the masses (+6 Food)
100 Artisans work in the Urban center, cutting stone tools and other necessary things (-2 Stone, +2 Wealth)
100 Artisans hew stone in the hills, feeding a need for it below (+2 Stone)
District Income: 4 Wealth, 7 Public Order
Citizen Income: 5 Labor, 2 Industry, 2 Science
Other Income: 1 Wealth, 1 Public Order
Active Income: 10 Food, 3 Labor, 2 Stone, 2 Wealth
Total: 10 Food, 8 Labor, 7 Wealth, 2 Industry, 2 Stone, 2 Science
Consumption: 8 Food, 3 Public Order, 2 Stone, 2 Wealth
Expenditures:
Rural District (Hills) [3/3 Labor, 1/1 Wealth]
Stonecutter [3/3 Labor, 1/1 Wealth]
Smithy [0/3 Labor, 0/3 Wealth, 1/4 Industry] -> [2/3 Labor, 2/3 Wealth, 2/4 Industry]
Stability: No Citizens Unhoused, Active Wealth Income [+9 Public Order, -3 Public Order] | +6 Public Order
End: 6 Public Order, 6 Food, 2 Wealth, 5 Stone

Bony Promises: A sum is set aside as largesse from the Emperor, for any House which should undertake to outfit men of the city as Explorers to plumb the depths of the sunken halls in glory. (2 Wealth) In the meantime, it is announced that the Conclave shall soon take up the study of the control of the warimages which have been bound to the ancient halls, so these dusty constructs shall be a boon in exploration anon, instead of a peril. With the Creator's guidance, no more lives will need to be lost in haphazard seeking after riches.

Scholars complete their study of the propagation and cultivation of the sun-pear [7/7 RP]
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Postby The GAmeTopians » Fri Dec 15, 2023 9:31 am

Py'therr'a


Border to Tev Pak'ra Veh (Dark Woods), Ittar Vah
Second Sun of Late Harvest, Year Two and Three Hundred in the Time of Dreams and Riches

For every gift of rain and boon of knowledge it seemed the earth took a levy of its own. Sometimes in labor, as the elements toppled a shack or ruined a garden. Sometimes in blood. El'ia looked out into the dense array of great oaken beasts that darkened the ground between their stems, their great crowns that stretched as wide as they were high, as grand a display as any of nature’s domain. The young woman’s head was at once filled with both wonder and grief at the sight of Tev Pak’ra Veh. Pak’ra’s Den was not a place for those who feared returning into Py’therr’s embrace, this she knew, and yet she both yearned to explore its depths and grieved the loss of her brother who had already died trying.

For today, it seemed, reason would prevail. Though she gripped a lock of hair between her fingers so tightly that her knuckles were white and the hair appeared near to the point of ripping free, many breaths later El’ia was able to turn from the “gates'' of Tev Pak’ra Veh and return once more to the safety of Ittar Vah. Safe, of course, only if the darkest rumors of what lay beneath were unfounded.

As above, so below.




Pre-turn: Py’therr’a is an Oligarchy, by the Great Scholar’s Grace.

Ittar’s Maw
Starting Resources: None
100 Peasants harvest the great rock-bounty of the mountainside, which just barely pokes down into the comfortable well of Ittar Vah’s great vale. (+3 Stone)
300 Peasants labor long for the good of their people, so that great works might rise from the bed of Ittar’s Maw. (+3 Labor, -3 Public Order)
100 Freemen note closely the workings of Py’therr’s greatest minds as they toil side by side, rising as Scholars in the coming year. (+4 Food)
100 Artisans prospect for great stones within the Mountain On High. (+3 Stone)
100 Scholars solidify the gifts of their ancestors, bringing great works of metal to their people. (+4 Food)
100 Explorers, though they yearn for the woods beyond the vale, join their brothers in labor (+1 Labor, -1 Public Order)

District Income: +5 Wealth, +1 Public Order
Special Income +1 Public Order (Social Contract)
Citizen Income: +5 Labor, +1 Wealth, +1 Science
Active Income: +6 Stone, +8 Food, +4 Labor
Consumption: 7 Food, 4 Public Order
Total: 9 Labor, 1 Food, 6 Wealth, 6 Stone, 1 Science

Expenditures:
Monument [3/3 Labor, 3/3 Wealth]
Stonecutter [3/3 Labor, 1/1 Wealth]
Huts [3/3 Labor, 1/1 Wealth]

Stability: 100 Citizens unhoused, no active Wealth income, -4 Public Order [+2 Order, -4 Order] | -6 Public Order
End: -6 Public Order, 1 Food, 1 Wealth, 6 Stone

Scholars seek to formalize the methods of Smithing to work what scraps of metal the artisans find [1/10 RP]


Pre-turn: Monument constructed, +1 Civic Point
Pre-turn: Py’therr’a takes on the civic duty of Apprenticeships, by the Great Scholar’s Grace.

Ittar’s Maw
Starting Resources: -6 Public Order, 1 Food, 1 Wealth, 6 Stone
200 Peasants harvest the great rock-bounty of the mountainside, which just barely pokes down into the comfortable well of Ittar Vah’s great vale. (+6 Stone)
200 Peasants labor long for the good of their people, so that great works might rise from the bed of Ittar’s Maw. (+2 Labor, -2 Public Order)
100 Artisans ply their trade in the city’s Urban center, cutting stone into more useful forms. (-1 Stone, +1 Wealth)
200 Scholars solidify the gifts of their ancestors, bringing order and efficiency to their people. (+8 Food) [2 Science, +1 Science from Apprenticeships, 3 total]
100 Explorers venture Eastward, into the endless wood (-3 Wealth)

District Income: +5 Wealth, +1 Public Order
Special Income +1 Public Order (Social Contract)
Citizen Income: +5 Labor, +2 Wealth, +3 Science
Active Income: +6 Stone, +8 Food, +2 Labor
Consumption: 7 Food, 2 Public Order, 1 Stone, 3 Wealth
Total: 7 Labor, 1 Food, 4 Wealth, 6 Stone, 3 Science

Expenditures:
Shrine [4/4 Labor, 4/4 Wealth]
Huts [3/3 Labor, 1/1 Wealth]

Stability: All citizens housed [+5 Order, -2 Order] | -3 Public Order
End: -3 Public Order, 2 Food, 0 Wealth, 11 Stone

Scholars seek to formalize the methods of Smithing to work what scraps of metal the artisans find [4/10 RP]


Ittar’s Maw
Starting Resources: -3 Public Order, 2 Food, 0 Wealth, 11 Stone
400 Peasants labor long for the good of their people, so that great works might rise from the bed of Ittar’s Maw. (+4 Labor, -4 Public Order)
100 Artisans ply their trade in the city’s Urban center, cutting stone into more useful forms. (-1 Stone, +1 Wealth)
200 Scholars solidify the gifts of their ancestors, bringing order and efficiency to their people. (+8 Food) [2 Science, +1 Science from Apprenticeships, 3 total]
100 Explorers venture Southward, into the rolling hills (-3 Wealth)

District Income: +5 Wealth, +1 Public Order
Special Income +1 Public Order (Social Contract)
Citizen Income: +5 Labor, +2 Wealth, +3 Science
Active Income: +6 Stone, +8 Food, +4 Labor
Consumption: 7 Food, 4 Public Order, 1 Stone, 3 Wealth
Total: 9 Labor, 1 Food, 4 Wealth, 6 Stone, 3 Science

Expenditures:
Stonecutter [3/3 Labor, 1/1 Wealth]
Stonecutter [3/3 Labor, 1/1 Wealth]
Stonecutter [3/3 Labor, 1/1 Wealth]

Stability: All citizens housed [+5 Order, -4 Order] | -2 Public Order
End: -2 Public Order, 3 Food, 1 Wealth, 10 Stone

Scholars seek to formalize the methods of Smithing to work what scraps of metal the artisans find [7/10 RP]
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Postby Lazarian » Fri Dec 15, 2023 1:52 pm

Chi No Shohin

(Lore will be expanded on later.)

The Divine Emperor issues an edict - stones in great quantity must be gathered from the mountains. For what purpose, none know - although the wisest among them claim that he wishes to rebuild Old Shohin to its former glory. Others, behind locked doors in the dead of night, grumble that the priesthood places words in his mouth for their own purposes.

Population: 400 Peasants, 100 Artisans, 200 Scholars, 100 Soldiers
Housing: 2 from Palace, 3 from Urban, 4 from Huts
Start: 1 Wealth, 16 Stone
Passive Income: +1 Wealth from Palace, +1 Wealth from Urban, +1 Industry, -2 Wealth from Artisans, +4 Labor from Peasants, +3 Stability from Shrine
Population Actions:
100 Peasants haul stones from the mountains. [+3 Stone]
100 Peasants work long hours. [+1 Labor, -1 Stability]
100 Peasants work long hours. [+1 Labor, -1 Stability]
100 Peasants work long hours. [+1 Labor, -1 Stability]
100 Artisans work the Urban District. [+1 Wealth, +2 Stone, -1 Stone, +1 Wealth]
100 Scholars work Rural District I. [+5 Food] (+2 Rural, +3 Flatlands)
100 Scholars work Rural District II. [+5 Food] (+2 Rural, +3 Flatlands)
100 Soldiers haul Stone from the mountains. [+3 Stone]
Total Income: 6 Labor, 2 Wealth, 1 Industry, 7 Stone
Constructing:
Stonecutters (3/3 Labor, 1/1 Wealth) [-3 Labor, -1 Wealth]
Stonecutters (3/3 Labor, 1/1 Wealth) [-3 Labor, -1 Wealth]
Creche (1/4 Labor, 0/3 Wealth) [-1 Labor]
Expenses: 2 Wealth, 7 Labor
Ending: 1 Wealth, 1 Industry, 23 Stone

Matters of the State:
Food Supply: 10 from Rural Districts. -10 from Pops.
Stability: START: -2. +1 Stability from Palace. +3 from Shrine. -3 Stability from Forced Labor. END: -1 Stability.
Scholarly Pursuits: 200 Scholars research Childbirthing. [5/5]
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Postby Olthenia » Fri Dec 15, 2023 2:26 pm

Year 204 of the Star-Count
TURN 3
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A skein of dark and malevolent clouds have marred the skies above many a kindred as of late. Travellers speak in hushed whispers of a mountain of fire - far to the west - and a horizon aglow with orange fury. Summer, when it finally comes, is a sullen, paltry affair - and the chill of winter colder than it has any right to be. As a result of these unkind climes, all farms and paddies produce -2 Food this year.
* * *


Bikanites
The secrets of Irrigation has come to the men of Bikan. May their new fields be blessed by it, their larders remain ever stocked, and their kindred ever fed by the land that is their home. Verily, in a realm as fine and fecund as theirs? - even with the skies hazed and sun pale - the humblest peasant may yet grow fat.

And then, before year's end, the world grows strange~

At the tail end of spring, news comes from several of the hunters and tracksmen that take their living from the vast new hunting grounds marked out in recent years. They speak of strange tracks and dubious disturbances of the earth in recent months - and of actual sightings also - not of men, as some may have feared, for the ancestral foes of the Bikanites have yet to hunt them here - but of beasts! Strange and alien are they to the Bikanites - and quite unlike any such that are known to them before. Herds of them - one large, or perhaps several smaller - have entered that vast, sprawling area of fields and foothills that lies just north of Bikan. In appearance, rumor make these beasts out to be some manner of large, semi-hairy giants easily the size of a humble man's hut! Their hides are said to be the color of sunbaked mud - and the jutting tusks that flank their slit-like maws are as long as men's forearms. And to make them stranger still - above their maws a long, grasping nose as long as a man is tall snuffles ceaslessly for sustenance - and bleats! Loudly! In tones both shrill and fierce!

What power drove these monstrous beasts hither? Is theirs perhaps a seasonal migration, or a flight of neccessity from some distant, looming disaster? These questions, and others like them, no man can answer with certainty. But what, if anything, should the men of bold Bikan make of it all?

Several of Bikan's boldest hunters suggest organizing several bands into proper hunting parties, and bring one or even several of these beasts down. As vast as they are, the flesh of even one of these fell beings should be enough to feed all Bikan for a tenday! If not more! Equally eager are many young men and stalworth women of the tribe, to prove their courage and skill with spear and sling. For as Chief Muzir and his fellows once stood firm against the foes that would threaten their people - so too do these braves now clamor for a chance to prove their mettle. An armed hunt, then, can be the only answer! For meat, for bravery, and the red glory of Bikan!
[At least two Peasant Pops should be made to hunt and harry these beastly herds! For meat and glory.]

Other voices are clear in their condemnation of this idea. While it is doubtful, they agree, that all and every details of the hunters stories are true - tusks like arms? And prehensile noses? Pah! - it is still clear to all that hear of them that these beasts, whatever their povenance, are not to be trifled with. No, they are surely dangerous, terrible, and bad to know. And what is more - at least for the moment, they appear content to actually keep to themselves! So - as only fools and lackwits kicks the nests of hornets, or chase mud-rats into corners, so the men of Bikan should damn well display enough sense to leave these beasts be! To that end, until their herds have passed - no man, woman or curious waif should be allowed to hunt beyond the northern hills. And perhaps idle hands could also be coaxed into raising some manner of watchposts? Or protective palisades? This, they insist, Chief Muzir must make abundantly clear - for only by such a prudent measure is Bikan safe from harm!
[The beastly herds should be avoided at all costs - and idle hands instead employed in building Watchtowers or Palisades. For the good of Bikan.]

Other voices, moreover, council caution of a different sort. It is clear and evident, they insist, that the coming of these beasts into the lands of Bikan is no mere happenstance. But rather, a sign of divine interference - even outright displeasure. For what can these strange beasts be, but messengers of the gods? When the skies are hazed and ash is on the wind? No, it would be an ill thing to meet such with aggression, lest the gods be angered. Instead, these voices argue vehemently for the erection of a shrine - that the divines might be well pleased. And perhaps organize some manner of proper sacrifices also? With the beating of drums, the lighting of sacred fires and the chanting of boisterous prayer-songs? By taking responsible steps that affirm to the gods and ancestors Bikan's eternal allegiance - only then may Bikan know safety in the years to come.
[The construction of a new Shrine should see Bikan safe from these beasts. And mayhaps a religious feast organized? 4 Food and 2 Wealth should be enough to pay for the extravaganza.]




Thureos
The secret of ordering men and women according to their caste, lot and proper standing - in social herarchies - has come to the men of Thureos. By such an ordening, it must be hoped, lasting order shall be maintained, and safety secured for one and all!

By order of Thureos' wise town-fathers, funds both for the reward and reimbursement of new couples and diligent mothers - as well as new citizens from beyond her palisades - have been raised and set aside. Whether there is wisdom or folly in such attempts to coax new bodies and fresh souls into tying their lot with the most distant child of fabled Kah'lo - none can yet say. But time, as always, will tell.

Many a generation has passed since the men of Thureos first raised their homes and cleared their fields in this land. Since then, they have lived here, traded here, prospered - and come to know it as their own. And yet? - there are some in Thureos' council halls ill-contented with this state of affairs. According to them, the men of Thureos can not truly claim to own or dominate the lands beyond their home river - not unless they actually know them. To this end, insist these voices, it is neccessary that intrepid Thureos organize and equip men and women of courage and skill. Call such men adventurers, call them wanderers, call them explorers - however one might label them, these braves should be made to journey forth to learn the land, to catalogue its riches and honor the adventurous spirit of their ancestors.

But in which direction, by all the gods, should they venture first?

To some at the forefront of this discussion, the only viable and obvious target for such a venture - funded as it must be by Thureos' finest trading-houses - are the mountains. Specifically, the ones rising skywards in the foothills north and north-east of Thureos fresh new palisade. Great Thureos must know these peaks and vales - and upon what riches she may well sit! Knowledge, after all, has nobled many a man - and surely, from the vantages that these mountains offer, Thureos will gain a view to a bright future indeed.
[Some within Thureos insist that a state-funded expedition should travel north, towards distant peaks!]

Yet others - contrarian as they no doubt are - disagree. For after all, they point out, the source of Thureos' lifeblood is not actually the mountains on whose doorstep she lies, but rather the Tenel - that great, glorious river upon whose banks explorers from Kah'lo first beached their ships. It is both a doorway to Thureos' eastern border, and a route by which both men and materials might travel with ease. The first priority of her mighty families should therefore be to map and know the Tenel's eastern reaches. Great Thureos must know its own lifeblood!
[Others are of the opinion that Thureos' interest would be better served by sending trained explorers eastwards, along the Tenel's winding flow.]

And yet a third opinion is also entered ito the debate - an opinion-come-lately, perhaps - yet not without some merit. These third speakers claim that, rather than galivanting about mountains or struggling against the currents of a recalcitrant river - Thureos' true and proper future lies not in land, but with people. Specifically, other people - whith whom she might establish formal and lasting relations. To be sure, Thureos' barter-lords and mighty merchants are well acquainted with passing travellers and occasional wanderers - but an actual, organized kindred? By such aquaintances are fortunes made, they insist - for what man trades only with his own kin?
[Rather than heading in any set direction, Thureos should bid a band of would-be explorers go forth to uncover other kindred.]




Urêthâni
By the work and wisdom of the Urêthâni's wisest, the art of care and nurture as avails the much celebrated sun-pear is finally known in full. Many a fine orchard will now surely be the result of this - and with them, many a full belly also. For a sun-pear a day, as wise crones say, keeps the healer away.

Unfortunately, sun-pears alone are not, it seems, enough to ward off the coming of a somewhat different threat. Namely, that of dark men of ill intent. In the first moon of autumn, one of Aeternum's precious rural districts are ill despoiled by bands of savage men. Storehouses raided. Tree-lines plundered. Witnesses name these despoilers brigands - rough souls draped in animal skins, eyes blackened by soot - and armed with threats and cudgels.
[3 Food is cruelly stolen from Aeternum's stockpiles this year, and 1 Labor's worth of damage dealt to a Rural District.]

Caution mixed with pragmatism appears to be the spirit of the age in Auternum this year. At least, that is, as far as any further exploration of ancient catacombs are concerned. To most men of at least common birth, an entire cartload of wealth is a worthy draw indeed - let alone two. And yet, to the comptrollers and purse-minders of Aeternum's noble houses, however? Well. While some amongst them may indeed have voiced opinions in line with those that in previous years called for more focused exploration of the Dark Below - the Emperor's fund is, at least for the moment, left unclaimed. For further planning is required, they maintain - if such endeavors should hold any real hope of success. And more supplies also. And more tools, weapons and armor, and--

For now, it seems, any further ventures into the inky blackness beneath Aeternum's cobbled streets will have to wait. What is more, if the wise minds of the Conclave could possibly add to any such efforts? With, say, fresh research into some conceivable way of controlling the feared 'Warimages'? Then so much the better.

Soon, then - soon.




The Yue
While men and women ascend to the ancient quarries - grim clouds of soothy blackness assailed Shohin's south-western horizon. The cause of this must surely be a vast blaze, some speculate - or a fallen star burning atop a mountain's peak? In the end, whatever its origin, it is beyond a shadow of doubt that the humbe peasants of Old Shohin are less than enthusaed by these circumstances. Their crops, all claim, grow stunted and weak under the faded rays of a soot-hazed sun. their children sickly, their neighbors sour and suspicious. And what, if anything might the powers that be have to say of all this?

Well~

Powers that be hold their words to themselves - at least for the moment. But one soul that does not is, well - a midwife. This lowly soother of expectant mothers and bawling babes has apparently risen to some level of prominence amongst Sohei's vast throngs of common folk - most certainly for her demonstrated ability to rouse her listeners with glib remarks and pithy arguments and amusing profanities. And the range of her subjects! From callous husbands to the ingratitude of children, the rudeness of soldiers to the lot and suffering of the common folk. Why, when this woman speaks, even the grass listens - for if words were tools, she apparently has the ability to work them as well as any artisan. And therein, unfortunately, lies the problem.

For their part, the Caretakers - spiritual servants and guides to the Yue people - are skeptical of this uncouth midwife's true intent. How long, with the skies clouded and sun hazed, will it take before this belligerent shrew decide sto aim her listeners' ire at their betters? No - such thoughts do not bear considering. Better to nip such trouble now, kest it blossoms into something worse. Violently, if neccessary.
[Verily, a pair of discreet men armed with sturdy cudgels should be more than sufficient to settle this matter. And roughly 2 or 3 Wealth as payment for their silence.]

Others in the upper echelons of Shohin's halls of power are less impressed by such tactics. And by the supposed threat of this screechy midwife also, for that matter. So what if a few disaffected peasants lend their ears to her meanderings? So what if some frumpy shrew has been blessed with the gift of the gab? Yue honor and authority springs from the Emperor - from the mercy of his pallid hand and wisdom of his sweet voice. His authority is certainly not rocked by the prattle of simple peasants! My, what a ridiculous notion.
[The best thing to do here is, in point of fact, nothing at all. Ignore this woman, and she will go away. Probably.]

A third option, however, also manifests itself in the heat of this discussion. For while bludgeoning the rabble's budding new heroine to death might well frighten any would-be miscreants - and silence leave her words to wither on the wine - these tactics could also very well have any number of unforeseen, and far uglier, effects. Perhaps a more safer choice, then, would be to pay her - with status as well as wealth? Indeed, by requesting that the midwife comes to join - or mayhaps even lead - the Yue's latest efforts into the studies of safer childbirthing? Why, with such a task to hand - and some healthy gratitude to her new benefactors also - whatever this woman decides to say had better be in the Emperor's favor! Not even peasants, after all, are generally fool enough to bite the pallid hand that feeds them.
[5 Wealth should suffice to cool this harridan's temper - not to mention sweeten her disposition. Hopefully.]




Py'therr'ans
Year 200 - 201
There is some reticence amongst the sons and daughters of fair Py'therr'a these first two years of the reckoning. Loudest and most vehemently argue the explorers. They have sworn solemn vows to wander and catalogue, they maintain - to forsake the comforts of home to instead dwell upon the open road. They will not toil and labor as mere sheols. No - upon this, they are firm. 'Scammed!' they murmur. 'We have been most verily scammed!'
[Ennui have seized the Explorers forced to labor - or, at least so they claim. They have downed their tools, at any rate - and no amount of cajoling has so far served to change their attitude.]

Year 202 - 203
Into the vast eastern forcests strive the brave men of Py'therr'a. Here, in sunlit glades and along paths untrodden by mortals for centuries, wonders dwell - amidst a murk of moss and leaves. Great bears are in evidence here - dark of fur and dreadful in countenance. Homes have they claimed for themselves in woodland caves and leafy dells, and the explorers are wisely wary of them. Seams of quartz are also visible hither and yon, glistening wetly along the banks of babbling forest brooks. But perhaps the detail most worthy of note in these lands are the nests of mystical red vipers that lounge in the occasional patch of moonlight. As thick as children's forearms, these snakes glide from perch to perch seemingly at will, their scales gleaming with a strange and captivating irridesence. Yet their eyes are black - endlessly so. Farther east, the brambled paths widen into plains, while wooded hills beckon to the south. Northwards, gleaming riverlands stretch on and on.
[Cave Bears, Quartz, Mystical Red Vipers]

Year 204 - 205
The sun is bright and skies cloudy-blue above the rolling hills to Py'therr'a's south. The woods of the explorers' homeland vale is still all about them here, although less so - as the rising land gives way to spurs of rock and boulder. Wise wanderers amongst the Py'therr'ans spot certain signs of granite here - solid foundations for any undertaking raised by mortal hands. Occasional clusters of maize - moon-pale, bruised-purple and sunlight-yellow! - also greet the day here, by and by. Its stands are seldom far from lesser brushes of a paler, more roseate grains. To look at, these grains are not unlike those the Py'therr'ans know from their native vale - yet hold little of its familiar flavor. Disaster nearly strikes the explorer that puts this to the test, however. A paleness comes over him not long after ingesting them, followed by a frothing of the lips and shortness of breath. His fellows rush to his aid and call his name in vain - and for a moment his fate seems grim indeed. But the malaise, fortunately, passes - and though his recovery is slow, yet it is so. This time. Afterwards, the explorer speaks in hushed tones of fevered visions and queer, ungodly dreams - strange, wild and shimmering. South of these lands, and west also, hills rise towards snow-capped mountains. Eastwards, the wooded hills seem all but endless.
[Scald-Wheat, Maize, Granite.]

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Postby Ovstylap » Fri Dec 15, 2023 4:05 pm

It was known that Thureos was one of many port settlements around the Great Sea, having various roots in lands now mentioned only in scrolls and discussed by the elders- but until the resources and skill required to construct good seafaring vessels was once again properly held by the Community- exploration and expansion would have to occur on land. This was the realisation of the Council, and it was undoubtedly intended to be honoured.
From Telapias' Chronicle of Thureos
Long is the road which is not yet built. Dangerous are the paths not yet found. Kind and hostile at once is the stranger who remains unassessed. Cold and hot is the weather not yet encountered. High and low are the mountains of the mind and the valleys of the heart- yet still higher and lower are those lands not yet known. To stay put is to stay still. Ingenuity is the enemy of idleness. So go forth Kazymandias- I have told you before that it is your choices that make the Known World larger for us all.
From the Epic of Arcadios

Menaeus was an enterprising, diligent, ambitious, even unscrupulous man, of course. But he was very much a man of home and hearth. His place always was meant to be at the heart of Thureos. Yet when the Council discussed the possibility of charting lands beyond those oft-travelled by Castarnae nomads, he knew that sometimes a good parent has to let their sons and daughters wander and explore. That is what he had to do for Thureos, and so that is what he did…
From Diodi's Account of Great Citizens of Thureos

“I’m not going there again. His voice drives me mad, so do his glares!”
“Delias is one of this city’s most esteemed teachers of men, do not be ungrateful.”
“Then let men appreciate him, I have but strived to adventure here for fifteen summers.”
“How dare you speak to your mother like that?”
“Like what?”
“Don’t question your father.”
“GO AWAY!!!”

Passersby in the streets ignored the arguing family as the lad was taken by his increasingly irritated parents, who wanted to go and work on the new central building for the little ones of the city. Yet instead here they were, practically dragging their son to his lectures in the Western Square. One man however, an experienced hunter, could not help but appraise their son’s fine build, his alert eyes, and the clear, concentrated bundle of energy bound up in the lad- only contained by his respect for his parents and the pressure to conform.

He followed, and once eventually the boy was given over to Delias and his pedagogues- two servants who basically made sure the young lads were paying attention, he joined as did a handful of other citizens, and listened to Delias’ lecture on the laws of nature and their relation to the laws of Thureos. Such open-air lectures were good for the mind, though the hunter’s nose twitched as he saw the boy in question receive a warning tap with a smoothed branch from one of the pedagogues after he had deliberately averted a critical look from the elder for fiddling with a small stone.

Yes, the lad needed a focus for his energy. Exploration would fit him perfectly. As soon as he heard Delias say that he would speak to the boy- ah, Philemon, in front of his parents, the respectable Sevan and Nedea, about his incessant groaning and ignorance, the hunter made a mental record of the names, turned on his heel, and left. Yes, he would do perfectly in time as an explorer. Perfectly, indeed.


Population: 400 Peasants, 100 Artisans, 200 Scholars
Housing: 2 from Palace, 12 from Urban
Districts
Palace District (Hills)
Urban District I (Riverlands) (Shrine, Monument, 2 Stonecutters, Scriptorium Construction Site)
Urban District II (Riverlands)
Urban District III (Riverlands)
Urban District IV (Riverlands)
Rural District I (Hills)
Start: 8 Stone, Bows, -3 Stability
Passive Income: +2 Wealth from Palace; +8 Wealth from Urban; +1 Industry, -1 Wealth from Artisans; +4 Labour
Population Actions:
200 Scholars work the Riverlands [+8 Food]
100 Artisans work Urban District I [-2 Stone, +2 Wealth]
100 Peasants work the Mountains [+3 Stone]
300 Peasants conduct Forced Labour [+3 Labour, -3 Stability]
Total Income: 7 Labour, 11 Wealth, 1 Industry, 1 Stone
Constructing:
A Scriptorium finishes Construction (4/4 Labour, 3/3 Wealth, 2/2 Industry) (-1 Labour, -1 Wealth, -1 Industry)
The Creche is completed (Labour 4/4, Wealth 3/3) (-4 Labour, -3 Wealth)
A Quarry is constructed (-2 Labour)
Expenses: 5 Labour
Ending: 4 Wealth (as 3 is used in Matters of State), 9 Stone, Bows
Matters of the State: The funds for new settlers, and to incentivise the growth of families, are increased to 3 Wealth each. [-3 Wealth]
Food Supply: +8 Food from Population, -7 Food Consumption, -1 Food sacrificed to the Gods
Stability: +1 Stability from Palace, +3 from Shrine, +1 Stability from Social Contract, -4 from Labour Duty Total = -2 Stability
Scholarly Pursuits:
200 Scholars research Smithing [6/10] (1 from Apprenticeships)
[b]Civic Developments[b] A fund of [3 Wealth] now exists to reward newly-weds, first-time mothers, and those who have their fifth healthy child. A fund of [3 Wealth] is now available to provide for new Castarnae migrants to come to Thureos and reside there, ultimately earning their citizenship in the coming years. The funding will go towards housing, procuring apprenticeships, as well as offering an incentive to settle within Thureos.
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Postby Cybernetic Socialist Republics » Sun Dec 17, 2023 11:47 am

The recent completion of hunting grounds across Bikanite territory came with the discovery of unexpected guests. A Herd of large, brown, furry beasts with long appendage-like noses. Unsurprisingly, the first instinct of a people that'd come to use the creation of immense food surplus as a determinant of social mobility, many men and women advocated hunting these creatures. Others cautioned against attacking these creatures and instead building up defenses against them. But what was most convincing of all to Chief Muzir was the suggestion that a shrine ought to be constructed in honor of the visitation of these creatures. Over the time they'd come to observe and know them, they quickly learned that the beasts were not simple powerful beasts, but highly intelligent. They were something to be appreciated and emulated, not hunted and killed. So a shrine would be constructed in their honour and a feast held as well.

Additionally, one more hunting ground would be set aside over the next few years and scholars would go to work disseminating techniques for childbirthing for the health of mother and child alike. In doing so, there's been a growing recognition that though the preservation of food is obviously important, at some future point there needs to be an effort towards the organized preservation of knowledge. What form that’d take, has yet to be discerned.


Starting Resources: 1 Wealth, 3 Public Order, 12 Timber, 26 Stone, 1 Industry
100 Peasants Working Rural District Riverlands + Quarry + Hunting Grounds + Clay Pits (+5 Food, +1 Stone, +1 Clay)
100 Peasants Working Rural District Riverlands + Hunting Grounds (+5 Food)
200 Peasants Working Forests (+4 Timber)
100 Artisans Working Hills (+2 Stone)
200 Scholars Scholars Working Hills while Learning Childbirthing (+4 Stone)
100 Scholars Scholars Working Flatland Urban District while Learning Childbirthing (+3 Food, +2 Wealth)

District Income: 4 Wealth, 1 Public Order
Citizen Income: 4 Labor, 1 Wealth, 3 Research Point
Active Income: 2 Wealth, 12 Food, 4 Timber, 7 Stone, 1 Clay
Total: 13 Food, 4 Labor, 7 Wealth, 3 Research Point, 1 Public Order, 4 Timber, 7 Stone, 1 Clay
Consumption: 8 Food, 1 Clay
Expenditures:
Shrine [4/4 Labor, 4/4 Wealth]
Religious Feast [4/4 Food, 2/2 Wealth]
Stability: No citizens unhoused, +3 Stability
End: 2 Wealth, 4 Public Order, 16 Timber, 33 Stone, 1 Industry

Scholars working on decreasing infant and maternal mortality improving childbirthing [3/5 RP]
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Postby G-Tech Corporation » Mon Dec 18, 2023 10:31 am

Urêthâni


Silver-Star Chambers, Aeternum
Third of Winter's Breath, Year Three Hundred Thirty Eight of the Age of Stars

The heavy gale rattled against shutters, a whisper of cold leaking through the thick slats even despite the formidable cloth wadding that had been carefully affixed to the interior layer of the guards of the palace against inclement weather. Godwin tucked his neck down a little bit deeper into the cloak that swaddled his shoulders, sighing and rising from where he sat. Too much sitting still would only make him colder, and give his mind time to wander. With stolid step, unconsciously rolling his feet through in the smooth heel-toe roll of a soldier, the patriarch of House Cerratus ambled down the corridor, eyes roving across the angular reliefs in unseeing gaze.

One of the outer porticoes of the Path of the Moon, normally these halls would be thronging with courtiers during the chill winter months. The seasons of darkness, when there was no harvest or reaping to oversee - these were the times when the notables of the Realm gathered to present daughters, toast achievements, host feasts, and generally promenade socially. It was an arrangement well-devised, for with Sythuan's Breath waxing out of the north the days could be cold indeed, and few men wanted to stir beyond the thick slab walls of the Eternal City which trammeled the heat of great hearths and forges. Only the meanest of servants and collaterals were forced to tread out into the barren spaces of the ruins, hacking firewood from the groves and dilapidated parklands to feed the fires of their betters.

Today, though, the hall was silent. Far away there were sounds of merriment and feasting, which set Godwin's teeth on edge, but mercifully no soul had chosen to disturb the venerated warrior in his reverie. Small echoes of movement and muffled conversation came from inside the chamber before whose door he paced, but aside from them and the sound of the storm beyond the heavy walls of red stone all was still. Only his boots thudding on the polished flagstones of mottled granite broke the silence.

His hands rested at his back in parade rest, a habit adopted in the last year in the training of the new recruits. It had been long lives of men since the Urêthâin had marshalled for war, being more concerned with the slow and steady reclamation of their birthright than any adventuring in foreign fields. But the families were numerous now, and the Guard had been at capacity for as long as any man could remember; it was common sense that warlike second sons and prospectless adventurers needed an outlet for their ambitions, or those ambitions would turn inward. Ar-Adûnakhôr had no wish to repeat the mistakes of the Sundering, or the blood-red years of the Kinstrife.

So the Foremost were being marshalled. By the Creator's providence, He had even provided them with an outlet for their yearning for glory. During the last harvest, squat and ill-mannered outlanders had seen fit to despoil some of the lesser areas of the habitations of the Realm. Though they had caused little actual damage, mainly making off with foodstuffs and stale sacks of grain, the affront could not be borne. The scions of the Final Empire were no so reduced that they would sink to being unable to repay slight with vengeance. And so Godwin had been charged with the raising and training of a Hundred, to bear spear and shield and gleaming sword against the iniquitous.

That is, if his own battle were won first.

The hours dragged on, and Godwin's pacing grew swifter, his breath heaving in his chest as the exertion slowly built. Only the rhythmic beating of the hobnailed boots on the stone thudding in his ears distracted the master from the demons that hung thick about his mind like cobwebs, sturdy mental fortress assaulted by phantoms of powerless dread.

Then, finally, the door opened a crack, gnarled ancient dark walnut timbers creaking as the massive entryway was pushed aside by a young slip of a midwife. Sweat clung to her forehead in rivulets, and her hair was as disheveled as any warrior he had ever seen, but her smile, though tired, was gladdening for a thousand years of joy.

"Good sir, please enter. You have a son."

He padded past the young woman, barely drawing breath as his feet passed from barren stone to the opulent rugs and lush furnishings beyond. Against hope, a white smile split Marissa's lined face, heavy with exertion but still very much in the present. Without words the master of hundreds sank like a child into the chair next to the bed, taking the small bundle of cloth from his wife's outstretched arms.

"A miracle. Glory to the Creator. Never in my life have both mother and child passed through such a peril unscathed, and yet here they both rest, whole."

Godwin merely nodded, still processing the hope against hope with which he had been entrusted. When the physician had first told the couple that their baby would be born breach, he had despaired. Wives, daughters, mothers, unnumbered had been claimed by the cruel fate of womanhood, to give their own breath so their children might come into this mortal coil. Far too often, only misery was the bitter cup which they were forced to drain, as neither infant nor mother might survive.

And yet here he sat, arms filled with new life, and his wife resting soundly at his side. Glory to the Creator, indeed. Ten thousand prayers, answered.

Aeternum
Starting Resources: 6 Public Order, 3 Food, 2 Wealth, 5 Stone
300 Peasants sweat and toil at hard labor, for the good of all (+3 Labor, -3 Public Order)
100 Soldiers scout and track, seeking the origin of the raiders who have disturbed the peace of the Eternal City
100 Scholars traverse the outer reaches of the city, seeking medicinal herbs to ease childbirth (+4 Food)
100 Scholars inspect bower and tussock for herb and poultice (+6 Food)
100 Artisans work in the Urban center, cutting stone tools and other necessary things (-3 Stone, +3 Wealth)
100 Artisans hew stone in the Hills, feeding a need for it below (+2 Food, +2 Stone)
District Income: 4 Wealth, 7 Public Order
Citizen Income: 5 Labor, 2 Industry, 2 Science
Other Income: 1 Wealth, 1 Public Order
Active Income: 12 Food, 3 Labor, 2 Stone, 3 Wealth
Total: 12 Food, 9 Labor, 8 Wealth, 2 Industry, 2 Stone, 2 Science
Consumption: 9 Food, 3 Public Order, 3 Stone, 2 Wealth
Expenditures:
Bows [1/1 Wealth]
Smithy [2/3 Labor, 2/3 Wealth, 2/4 Industry] -> [3/3 Labor, 3/3 Wealth, 4/4 Industry] (Done)
Creche [2/4 Labor, 1/3 Wealth]
Stonecutter [3/3 Labor, 1/1 Wealth]
Quarry [2/2 Labor]
Scriptorum [0/4 Labor, 2/4 Wealth, 1/3 Industry]
Stability: No Citizens Unhoused, Active Wealth Income [+9 Public Order, -3 Public Order] | +6 Public Order
End: 12 Public Order, 6 Food, 4 Wealth, 4 Stone

Bony Promises: With the response from the Great Houses of the city as yet less than prominent, the bounty for bold men to stand forward is doubled - those who raise and equip a company of Explorers shall be awarded a total of four cartloads of precious bronze, gold, and other sundries for their civic spirit, if such men can be found.

The Scouring: 100 Soldiers scout and track, seeking the origin of the raiders who have disturbed the peace of the Eternal City

Spurred on by generous patronage from House Cerratus, the Scholars of the Realm of the Sun turn their attentions to the Childbirthing, and the tragedy of motherhood [3/5]
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Postby The GAmeTopians » Wed Dec 20, 2023 12:13 am

Py'therr'a


The following is an excerpt from "The Pytheran Age of Stone", by Anders Plath

In the first decade of the Age of Sand and Silver, Py'therr's Folk had interest in neither sand nor silver - no, Ittar's Valley was in its own Age of Stone. In the village of not even a thousand souls, already half a dozen stonecutting shops had opened, and hundreds of men, women, and children wandered out to the mountainside to fetch materials each day. It was through this early influx of supplies that the Council of Elders hoped to jump start the city's growth - it is suspected that the city's researchers were tantalizingly close to inventing some key metalworking tools that would enable them to produce more complex workings. This is of particular interest, however, because there is no indication at this point in Pytheran records that they had access to any reliable supply of metals. Perhaps they were working off an excess from previous generational wandering? Perhaps some nomadic merchants found the valley and sold them iron or bronze? Who can say.

As above, so below.




Ittar’s Maw
Starting Resources: -2 Public Order, 3 Food, 1 Wealth, 10 Stone
200 Peasants labor long for the good of their people, so that great works might rise from the bed of Ittar’s Maw. (+2 Labor, -2 Public Order)
200 Peasants break stone at the mountain's gate, feeding the new engines of industry upon which Ittar's Maw is borne (+6 Stone)
100 Artisans ply their trade in the city’s Urban center, cutting stone into more useful forms. (-4 Stone, +4 Wealth)
200 Scholars solidify the gifts of their ancestors, bringing order and efficiency to their people. (+8 Food) [2 Science, +1 Science from Apprenticeships, 3 total]
100 Explorers venture Westward, into the mountain peaks (-3 Wealth)

District Income: +5 Wealth, +1 Public Order
Special Income +1 Public Order (Social Contract)
Citizen Income: +5 Labor, -1 Wealth, +1 Industry, +3 Science
Active Income: +8 Food, +4 Labor, +4 Wealth, +6 Stone
Consumption: 7 Food, 2 Public Order, 4 Stone, 3 Wealth
Total: 9 Labor, 1 Food, 5 Wealth, 1 Industry, 3 Science, 2 Stone

Expenditures:
Creche [4/4 Labor, 3/3 Wealth]
Stonecutter [3/3 Labor, 1/1 Wealth]


Stability: All citizens housed [+5 Order, -2 Order] | 1 Public Order
End: -2 Public Order, 3 Food, 2 Wealth, 1 Industry, 12 Stone

Research on Smithing has stalled, for a time [7/10 RP]
The scholars investigate more refined methods of Childbirthing [3/5 RP]
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Postby Olthenia » Wed Dec 20, 2023 7:31 am

Year 206 of the Star-Count
TURN 4
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Thureos
A Scriptorium and a Creche are finished within the bounds of Thureos' mighty walls this year. With such locales at her disposal, it must be hoped, the youth of her fair kindred will well survive the rigors of motherhood - and go on to face fully the flower of their adult years. If the gods will it.

Otherwise, things are fairly quiet along the streets and byways of Kah'lo's distant child this year. No great scandals or upheavals mar her mood, nor horror or tragedy her waking days. And for that, surely, men should give thanks.

As for the generous creation of the Casternae Fund announced by the town fathers - and the not inconsiderate gifts promised to prospective mothers also - there is also cause for rejoycement. Enterprising censors have, in recent seasons, noted a distinct uptick in claimants for both funds. In time, they are certain - should developments continue at their current pace - Thureos' citizenry will indeed swell mightily. Oh, yes.

Bikanites.
The wise of Bikan continue well their research into the twin mysteries of childbirth and motherhood this year. Soon, they are ascertained, soon - all prospective mothers of Chief Muzir's fair kindred will be safer for their knowledge. Soon.

In other news, yet more hunting grounds are marked, tracked and set aside beyond the light of Bikan's huts and homes this year. While in the settlement itself, a mighty feast and great celebration is held. It is in part to celebrate the coming of the strange beast-herds to the lands of Bikan, in part to celebrate the Bikan people itself - and also to affirm, for once and all, the sweet, red loyalty of Bikan to her gods. And in Bikans alleys and byways - in her lanes and yards and homesteads - men are heartened by this. Oh, yes.
[+4 Stability to Bikan, as men are well pleased by peace and plenty.]

Urêthâni
A proper, stone-faced quarry is raised and raked just beyond the bounds of the Eternal City this year. From this place, it must be hoped, food for many a diligent mason and fodder for many a proud wall will come. And the lives of men be bettered by it.

From the dusty hinterlands far to Aeternum's east, meanwhile - different news come. The stolid men of iron sent to track the miscreants that so assailed their homes in recent years have returned with news. A fortified camp have their keen eyes spotted - nestled in the dell of a dust-swept hill. Here, it appears, uncouth brigands have made their homes - a perch from which to prey on those they please.

In Aeternum's council halls, word is gone out: word of brave souls and diligent hands affirmed in a bold and proper company! A company, it appears, of Deep-Delvers. The House behind this bold enterprise is a lesser house, to be sure - but, by all accounts, one hungry for glory. For no less than four summers, this company affirms to march boldly into whatever dark ruin, decrepit vault and dim hallway the Emperor wills. And return, loot in hand, to tell of it - come what may.
[A company of Explorers rise to the challenge in Aeternum. For four years - or two turns, as it were - they will serve.]

Py'therr'ans
Westwards - after the arch of the Sky-Rider's setting - march the Py'therr'an explorers. Here, into the lands west of their homesteads, the land steepens. Become rocky. Then barren. Then cold! But, by all the gods, the views from these most distant peaks - especially eastwards, back from whence they came, are enough to please even the most recalcitrant wanderers. Here, amidst rocky vales and in mountain meadows, the stone itself grows pale. As cloud or snow or bloodless flesh, even - and in great quantities. In the lower vales, at least, odd stands of trees bear bounties of heavy red fruits. Tart are they to the taste - yet refreshing also - and food for many a hungry belly. A hue and shout is raised on the edge of a gentle stream one evening, when a tired explorer reports a gleaming amidst the rocky waters. Emeralds. Sleek and water-scoured - there for the finding. To the north and the south of these mountains, gray peaks march ever onwards - pale and white-capped. Farther west, meanwhile, the land falls once more into rolling plains and great forests, dark and wild.
[Apples, Marble, Emeralds.]

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