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Thread activity has inspired me to update one of my posts. This time, the World Events post:
I try to add events that could be easily missed into that post, rather than ones that are super prominent.
I've added a number of things to the "New" section. You can peruse them under the spoiler:
This is Aksel's own words regarding the condition of the Nordlander Hedgewise who reside within the Forest of Shadows, indicating that things have been going well for them as of late:
Mathilde's conversation with the We reveals that they are in a very good position and are considering splitting, and she's managed to convince them to try out splitting their nest into Kvinn-Wyr to serve as KAU's librarians at the cost of Gold-Food:"It's good times for my lot," he says to you as you settle down. "Most of the Ostland Blessed are dead, which is unfortunate, but it means that their families are coming out of the east for protection, joining with us. Old families with a lot of old secrets and a lot of proven wisdom. And the business in the west has people a lot more willing to face the dangers of the Forest, and having a lot more respect for those that protect them from those dangers. Word is you've a part in that."
"I hear that you're considering splitting," you say to the spokesspider inside what you take to be a meeting room within its nest, as the floor is free of webbing and they have acquired a few battered chairs from somewhere.
"Sufficient food, very good many-food. Black-Crag-green-four-legs hunting is four-eighths sufficient, small-food is one-eighths sufficient, gold-food is three-eighths sufficient. Gauntlet-We will be closer to Black-Crag-green-four-legs, can hunt deeper into their tunnels. Could also hunt in old tunnels of the smaller-not-green-four-legs, or in the above. Different nest in different place, will learn different hunts. Gold-food means can spend much time learning without no-food."
Mathilde's donation of the Organ Vat has resulted in the discovery of the Skaven's adrenal gland cloning process and furthering the medical knowledge of anatomy. It has also resulted in the discovery of cures for at least two conditions:The room goes silent as the constant background noise of the hive's activity goes silent, as the entire attentions of the We are focused upon this decision. "Split-We will try book-nest," it eventually declares. "If many-food continues, split-We will build We-nest in book-nest. Otherwise must no-food to Black-Crag-tunnel."
You smile at the warning. "That is acceptable."
"We will lay eggs for split-We. Will be ready for split in..." It takes a while to think. Above-ground timekeeping has not come naturally to the We. "Six-eights above-fire."
Six weeks, then. Thankfully, the base-eight thinking of the We translates easy to an eight-day week. "I will have the masons ready to build a chamber or chambers for their nest to their specifications, and I will organize trainers to teach them how to maintain a book-nest."
That last bit is easier said than done, but the reputation of a Dwarven King is a useful thing. You smile to yourself as you picture the announcement soon to be distributed to scholarly guilds and learning institutions throughout the Old World. 'King Belegar of Karak Eight Peaks seeks Loremasters and Scholars to train a colony of large and non-hostile spiders in librarianship...'
Mathilde's village is currently prospering with a new sheep breed being introduced for its fine wool and intelligence and Mathilde approving another Sheep breed well known for its milk for crossbreeding. The quest for the ultimate sheep begins:Unfortunately for you and me, but fortunately for the advancement of knowledge, one of them blabbed to the Physicians Guild, and now those buggers are running around giving it to everyone for everything. I can't get them to stop - might be there's not a power in the world that could get them to stop selling the latest nostrums - but I can bully them into telling me what they've found, and I have."
She opens a drawer and pulls out a notebook and flips through it until she finds what she's looking for, and continues on. "Drinking it does nothing but make the physician richer, as expected, but things get interesting when you're a bit more creative with it. Applied as a vapour has proven very effective as a tonic against croup and anhelitus, but when injected it causes the subject to feel anxious and jittery, of all things."
You consider that. "That sounds like a perfectly reasonable reaction to being stabbed by a physician, regardless of the substance involved."
"I tried it myself. The heart beats faster, the body sweats, the hands shake, fatigue is banished. Rather similar to the feeling one gets during a confrontation."
"Might this be related to the phenomenon of 'Black Hunger' among the Skaven?"
The Reiklander Hedgewise are currently in some sort of theological conflict with the Sigmarites, which caused them to lay low such that Aksel couldn't contact them. Something happened in Reikland:You learn that the headsman you knew is still given the respect due to a headsman, but over the years the unofficial authority has unofficially migrated to his son, Rolf, your Steward for these lands. You find him older, more confident, and now with a flock of his own and several children, one of whom is named Mathilde. He leaps straight to business, showing you a trio of rams kept in a fenced-in area of pasture just outside the keep. "Estalian mayor sheep, m'lady," Rolf says. "Imported from Averland, who imported them from Tilea, who stole them from Estalia. You did tell me that if I saw an opportunity to invest I should take it, and I had your EIC check the seller to make sure they were reputable." He pauses as if waiting for you to react, and continues on once he's sure you're not going to do so. "It has a reputation for very fine wool, but more important, they're smarter than the average sheep. Problem we're having up here is the ragwort, it springs up all over the place if other plants die off and leave room for it, like during drought or if you overgraze. So in bad times there's more ragwort than anything else, and it's poison if a beast eats enough of it, and sheep ain't got the sense to avoid it. The mayor sheep is smart enough not to eat too much of it, and almost as tough as the local breed, so we're breeding them in to the local flocks."
You give a thoughtful nod, as though you're at all qualified to pass judgement on animal husbandry. "I see. That seems a sensible idea."
"I'd also like to bring in some East Westerlander rams to try to improve milk production in our ewes. You said I could make improvements without asking, but problem with these is that they're a lowland sheep. I could let the mayor sheep out with the other flocks tomorrow and they'd be mostly fine, but lowland sheep don't do well up here, and it could take generations of crossbreeding them until we get something that does. Until then I'd need to bring in provender from Tarshof, that'd come to a shilling per head per month, more during the winter, so maybe as much as a crown per head per year. To maintain a breeding population until there's enough of the local blood in them to survive up here, without breeding out the extra milk..." He inhales through his teeth. "Could get as high as a hundred crowns, and no guarantee that it'd prove worth it in the end."
After Marienburg you keep your eyes peeled for even a thin trickle of outbound energy which you presume to indicate a currently-unused 'backup' leyline, but you find nothing but the bright streams coming in from Talabheim and Nuln. Aksel tries to get in touch with his counterparts in Reikland, but with the Reikland Hedgewise engaged in some sort of theological conflict with the Sigmarites and therefore being especially hunted by the Templars, he's unable to do so.