Professor Vesca
Good News Everyone!
*points to an infant*But none of them are named and therefore i don't really care about them.
CHILD. As a possible descendant of Kaspar, I dub thee...
LARRY
RISE LARRY, and realize your true destiny.
*points to an infant*But none of them are named and therefore i don't really care about them.
Still though i liked following the Kasper ----> Aeva line, I liked both characters so to see their line end is a bit sad. Even if we can follow another line from Kasper, but it'll be awhile before it'll be the same.*points to an infant*
CHILD. As a possible descendant of Kaspar, I dub thee...
LARRY
RISE LARRY, and realize your true destiny.
hmm I have to ask, is it possible for us to make well made granaries? have we discovered that? also what about Jerky? smoked meat?
just some questions...
Two things here.With the final block of the of Temple laid down, the world seemed to stabilize. Weather that was once foul and icy began to warm. The heat was almost unpleasant after so many years of freezing winters, but it was a well welcomed change. It reminded Aeva of the stories her father told when he was young. The weather had been harsh so long that she could scarce imagine it else.
The Temple of Stars was, itself, beautiful. An enormous limestone edifice, it stood as high as the walls that surrounded each of the People's settlements. Each of the blocks was uniform, Clementine, except for double sized blocks placed above each of the open windows that lined the walls. It was a new feat of construction, making a stable structure while having gaps in the middle, but it was one that Aeva was already beginning to appreciate. During winter, the windows would have to be covered by wood-and-hide panels, but that was only half the year.
Man we put glitter everywhere!The People's longhouses were always dark and dank, the only light coming from cook fires near constantly lit and the few beams of sunlight that streamed in from the smoke holes cut into the roof. The temple was the opposite of that. Large, regularly spaced openings allowed the sun to filter into the building, cascading across the whitewashed walls. A thin layer of crushed mica had been mixed in to make everything sparkle. Sunlight split, cascaded, sparkled, and shone across every surface. Arrays of amethyst, citrine, lapis luzili, and quartz, pleasing to the spirits of man, beast, water, stone, sky, and tree, were inlaid into the walls. At the far end of the temple, there lay a simple ivory door blocking off the lower caves. It had taken over ten years to collect enough ivory to form the double doors, but they were carved so intricately that they looked beyond the skill of any human craftsman. Only the knowledge that Aeva herself helped carve them dispelled that notion.
Legitimacy boost source! This is quite huge, since its the first way to deliberately and reliably raise legitimacy.The first to truly turn superstitions of the spirits into religion, the People have gained an appreciation for the finer points of training religious thinkers, building religious structures, and creating the weft and weave of religion in a positive and constructive manner.
Effects: Gain Legitimacy and Stability when constructing new temples.
Sounds like they've taken to a Sibyl type religious leader?Quickly gaining in popularity after its completion, hundreds of the People and countless dozens of foreigners had visited the wonder. The Cave of Stars had soon gained enough notoriety that the Northlands had deigned to send their High Shaman. One of the most important figures in their entire culture, the High Shaman was the one that defined the changing of the seasons, blessed their hunts with bounty, and defended the tribe from spiritual misfortune. The Cave had seen Skalds and Medicine Men, holy carvers of lapis, and even one of the Pearl Diver's recalcitrant shaman, but that was different. The woman being sent by the Northlands sounded like they were someone important.
As befitting someone of that dignity, Aeva was present at the temple, flanked by two lines of the People's best warriors. They were a motley crew; Ember-Eyes, Fangs, Frost-Scarred, regular warriors; women and men; young and old. None could doubt that they were among the best of the People when it came to the language of violence.
When the High Shaman appeared, she was not what Aeva expected. As opposed to her own matronly age and creaking bones, the High Shaman of the Northlands was young, little more than a teenager. Likely to young to have even borne her first child. The girl was wrapped hear-to-toe in heavy furs, charms of bone and ivory clacking and cascading with her ever movement. Her eyes were hidden, deep behind a shadowed cowl. Two of her guards stood by her sides and helped her to walk.
And here is the thing: The Cave of Stars is powered by invisible fumes. We built a door over the entrance, thus dramatically elevating the concentration of fumes within while lowering oxygen concentrations further!There was something in Aeva that crawled, writhed like a worm, as they ivory doors shut behind their party. The Cave of Stars had only gotten stranger the more times she had entered it. How many times had she come down to see the grave of her father? A dozen? Two? Half a hundred? It didn't matter. Each time, the Cave found new ways to test and befuddle. Once, she had even been struck dumb, rendered mute and instantiate for days at the strength of a vision. Only the fact that the vision had been immediately scourged from her mind prevented her mind from snapping like a dry twig. Only a few steps in and she could feel the world start to run, colours swimming together.
...and so the North shaman is an elipetic and the low oxygen triggered a massive and fatal fit.When they finally came upon the Black Heart, the Void that formed the center of the Cave of Stars, the world stilled. Aeva had looked upon the Void enough times that the oily slickness browsing through her brain barely phased her. A second one of the High Shaman's warriors dropped, his eyes rolling up into his head while he dropped bonelessly to the ground. Gifts of ivory and smoked meat were stacked before the glinting, black shimmer. Aeva's vision finally started to waver, her resistance overcome.
The High Shaman screamed.
It was a high pitched, piercing wail, like red hot knives driven into tender flesh. She dropped, limbs unable to hold her up and she writhed. Her limbs cracked, snapping, bending. She twisted over herself like a worm, dread eyes settling on Aeva.
The Big Man of the Lake couldn't think. Her guest... there was no way she could be human. Her limbs collapsed into spindly thinness and bent far more than was possible. Stretching until knees faced forwards and elbows twisted backwards, the reverse of any rightful human. The screaming continued unabated for seconds that stretched to minutes, did the girl have no need to breathe? Writing in the dirt, fingers digging trenches deep enough that her nails shattered and fingers bled, the High Shaman of the Northlands curled up, wilting like a burned flower. Rising into a half sitting position, the girl jerked. Once, twice, and then no more.
Aeva didn't have to look to know, the girl was dead. She had been Next.
+1 Prestige
Blind huh?The merest glimpse of the People's wonder had killed the most spiritually inclined shaman of the Northlands. It had twisted her body, rendering her into something inhuman. A single glance at her corpse with its spider arms and smooth, mirror-grey eyes showed that she had seen Divinity and then had her life ripped from her flesh in recompense.
So sort of a plutocracy, but everyone gets to speak once, if they wanted to.All of the tribes had been very careful in the following years, stepping lightly where the People looked. When Aeva's trade mission returned, they had been taken to the heart of the Pearl Diver's tribe to speak to their leaders. It had been a strange experience, according to the traders. Anyone, from the youngest child, to the oldest elder, could speak at their gatherings. This frequently made their meetings last hours, or even days. In order to speed things along, they had implemented a system where everyone must provide gifts of value along with their word.
The belts of shells and necklaces of pearls were a currency among the Pearl Divers. In order to speak, one must provide a pearl to the gathering. To listen required a short string of seashells. Both of these gifts were then turned to enact the council's agenda, paying for work with the fruits of the sea gifted to them. The People's fee had graciously been waved, but just once. It was another custom among them to allow anyone to speak.
Once.
After that, one had to prove their resourcefulness or their wit in acquiring the necessary gifts to speak.
Keks. The brick walls we built sure as hell stopped the raiding.First, the Mountain Clans had aggressively assaulted all of their neighbours, searching for food, plunder, and land. They had fallen on the Bond Breakers, wounding them severely, and leaving them open for a devastating resurgence from South Lake. The Island Makers had pushed back the Mountain Clans with little effort. Arrow Lake has massacred a large war party. A group of Mountain Clans raiders had laid siege to the walled settlement at Arrow Lake. Futilely as it turned out, but they had stubbornly remained in place long enough that winter crept up on them. They were forced to retreat and Arrow Lake harried them all the way back into the mountains, reaping enormous casualties.
And the Skalds are doing culture conversion quite effectively. Thats a tradition I kind of want to steal, but would be hard to.It was different this time. The Peace Builders had somehow managed to convince the region to a temporary truce. Time to recover from the ravages of the weather and the cursed sickness, scourge of the spirits' rage. This had given them time, time they were putting to good use. Their Skalds slowly taught the children of the captives they had taken during the war, turning them to the Peace Builder's side with their tales, teachings and values. The two tribes that they had dominated were slowly disappearing, rotting under the Peace Builder's dominion like a fugus would to a fallen log.
Guys take note. We want to snag the North Bay site next turn barring something upsetting.Third, another, unknown tribe had been found in the west. On the other side of Rahu Bay, a new tribe had moved into the area, dominating a small island at the confluence of three of the great lakes of the region. They were strange, completely unlike the tribes of the region. Truthfully, the only reason that they were relevant was because of their location. The rivers they operated on were perhaps a quarter moon's travel from the proposed site for the North Bay settlement. If the People didn't move on that soon, it may not be available much longer. If this new River Tribe took it, that would mean that Rahu Bay would become contested by three powers.
The influx of knowledge had just made Aeva's head spin. There was so much going on and the world seemed to becoming a larger and larger place. Since the world was no longer willing to make sense, Aeva focused on an area in which it surely did: the Hunt.
Hunting for their food had been a major source of sustenance in the last few decades. The long and freezing winters had simply prevented the easy growth of plants; agriculture had stalled. Many in the south had starved, but the People were prepared. Every adult could string a bow and every child knew how to set a trap. Agriculture was a new and untested source of food, something that no one could yet fully trust.
So the People hunted, again and again and again, for years on end. Combined with the weather, something strange happened: the number of beasts got smaller. Hunters suddenly realized that they were taking home fewer kills and the kills they did make were small, juveniles. The People had then started to range further and further in search of increased prey. Everywhere they looked, from the hills and valleys, to the trackless forests of the world, they were empty of prey. According to the elders, there was perhaps a tenth of the prey that there should be.
That information sent a shock wave through the People. What would happen the next time the weather turned against the People? With nine-of-ten animals dead, the People wouldn't be able to feed themselves. If another nine-of-ten of those that remained died, would there even be enough animals in all the world to fill it?
Even working with the People's long-time furred friends did little to help. Their sensitive noses simply couldn't pick up on trails that weren't there. The only possible bright spot had been with the orkers. The great ornery beasts were too tough to die. There was little the People had to do but set them out to pasture in the spring. By winter, they would come back to be fed and kept warm, usually with a few little ones dutifully following along. If the People completely held off on eating orkers until there was another weather crisis, there still would not be enough meat to go around. Something would have to be done to rectify the situation. The People had to rethink how they hunted.
[ ] [Value] The spirits have put the People at the center of the world, all orbiting around them. (Gain Spiritual Value)
This, we should get this!
Now let me tell you why~
It should bring everyone together as well as make mistakes. Now why do I want to make such mistakes? cause those mistakes are gonna teach the people of the future, when people learn that they aren't the center of the world, by those who have proven this fact with math or science and the like.
If everyone thousands of years ago thought that the sun revolved around the earth, then be proven that it doesn't, it creates a concept, even if its a mistake its valuable down the road.
Also, by starting an early age empire, we are likely to unit pretty much all the tribes in the whole region with such a mentality, and evidence to back that up. Likely to start up religious debates and, believe it or not, but open the field of science.
Science was funded by the church, just that the church of old had the habit of censoring knowledge they didn't like, or went against what they knew.
Science doesn't progress till fresh new minds join the ranks of researchers, after the old ones are retired or died.
Take a look at this video.
Maybe if we adopt tribes and trade for bronze, due to the unity I talked about with the surrounding regions of us we would have a crazy amount of trade goods, its really all about slowly integration and trade.The problem is more that it puts us square in the sights of whoever breaks through to Bronze first. In which case we're going to eat it to the face. We're geared around Build Tall, so going with Center of Faith is going to hurt when the Bronze transition arrives since we're poorly built to expand rapidly enough to secure bronze sources before the breakthrough.
The problem is that our Build Tall strategy is good for weathering a Bronze Age expansion(we're just difficult enough that a would-be conquerer would be open to diplomatic assimilation rather than violent), but that on expanding our current infrastructure heavy settlements become impossible to maintain connectivity with, so it becomes a lot more vulnerable to war.Maybe if we adopt tribes and trade for bronze, due to the unity I talked about with the surrounding regions of us we would have a crazy amount of trade goods, its really all about slowly integration and trade.
I don't see where the problem is. Pearl is isolated, us being their only trading partners. The nearest tribes they could possibly contact is Arrow, which already has been shown actual wall building, and Northlands, who are nomads and aren't gonna threaten us with walls any time soon.[ ] [Pearl] Expand the Pearl Diver's salterns with the People's Stone magic.
This would teach them our Brick and Mortar techs in exchange for increasing the salt outflow. Naturally this is double edged.
We do learn how to build Salterns from this, but without a source of saltwater, as they said, this is useless knowledge and will be lost in a few generations without writing.
Could you elaborate on these? I am assuming that they would modify the values we have, not just increase their influence and importance.[ ] [Value] As was right, the People's spiritual might was the greatest. (Value Synergy)
[ ] [Value] And they've revealed themselves as spirits of reward but also vicious struggle. (Value Synergy)
[ ] [Value] The spirits of land and stone have since been bound by mortar and wrought stone. (Value Synergy)
How does this express itself in character? And how did it spread among the People over a generation?A great civilization, rich in Magic, the People have trained extensively in the mystic arts and the secrets of the spirits. It is a source of pride among the People to be skilled in the secret ways of the world and all put forward effort into ensuring that they understand.
Is international realpolitik and proxy struggles based on future hegemony worries already a thing then?[ ] [Action] Gather information to interfere with the Peace Builders growing hegemony of the southern lands (Trade: The South)
What is this and where did we get it from? And what does the (Three) mean?Collection Moste Holly (Three)
The People have developed numerous, unique religious traditions. Practices occult that would be the envy of the world. A source of pride and wonder, these treasured institutions are bulwarked against failure and destruction.
Effects: Lower all Required Tradition Retention Statistics by 1 point.