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Current When Donald Duck traded his wings for arms, was he trading up or trading down?
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Be like a duck; calm on the surface, but always paddling like the dickens underneath.
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If it looks like a duck and sounds like a duck, it could be a really ugly swan
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Quack!
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Today is my birthday! For present, I wish for each and every one of you to have a great day!
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And so begins the waiting game.
The Hatui Islands




The Corsair Kings

The Hatui were once a modest people, living simple lives as goat herders in the high places of the world. They were long subjugated by other, more advanced civilizations and toiled beneath the heavy boot of thralldom and oppression. Their only solace was in their gods, marked out in the starry skies above, watching over them in solemn silence. As decades of slavery turned into centuries, the Hatui were hardened, and a strong belief in strength through unity of faith and culture evolved. They had perhaps been subdued as a people, but their way of life would endure.

Then came the floods.

As the deluge turned the valleys and lowlands first into lakes and later into seas, the Hatui became more and more isolated from their previous masters. With the isolation came freedom and autonomy, and although the people suffered from the drowning rains there was also a kind of spiritual renaissance or awakening among them. For the first time in remembered history they were the masters of their own fate, such as it was. The former herders adapted to the new world, becoming fishermen and sailors. But as the yoke of oppression was lifted, the struggle for power emerged. While still being united in their way of life, settlements began waging wars and skirmishes against each other for control of territory and resources. During a large part of their modern history, the Hatui were constantly fighting among themselves.

At the end of the era of infighting, some of the settlements began venturing into the outside world, discovering other kingdoms and peoples. Where the Hatui had once been isolationist, they slowly became more cosmopolitian, welcoming trade and interactions with foreign actors. Far from all of these interactions were peaceful, however, as the Hatui had become warlike during their long period of strife. It was soon not rare to hear of Hatuan raids on coastal villages and ports, where buildings were burned and people taken slaves. Some foreign nations took advantage of the circumstances and employed Hatuan corsairs as privateers, sending them to harrass their rivals.

Today, the Hatui are known for their brutality and are sometimes referred to as the Corsair Kings by outsiders. They are a people that are as likely to trade with you as strike you down and steal your possessions. Traversing through their territories is a dangerous venture as pirates could appear at any time, but still people try. The larger settlements on the Hatui islands are said to hold some of the greatest markets seen in the world, and the rumor is that anything can be bought there if you have the money to spare.

And still, after all this time, the heart of the Hatuan culture has endured. They still pray to the same gods and employ the same principles of morality today as they did almost a millennia ago.
The Hatui Islands




The Corsair Kings

The Hatui were once a modest people, living simple lives as goat herders in the high places of the world. They were long subjugated by other, more advanced civilizations and toiled beneath the heavy boot of thralldom and oppression. Their only solace was in their gods, marked out in the starry skies above, watching over them in solemn silence. As decades of slavery turned into centuries, the Hatui were hardened, and a strong belief in strength through unity of faith and culture evolved. They had perhaps been subdued as a people, but their way of life would endure.

Then came the floods.

As the deluge turned the valleys and lowlands first into lakes and later into seas, the Hatui became more and more isolated from their previous masters. With the isolation came freedom and autonomy, and although the people suffered from the drowning rains there was also a kind of spiritual renaissance or awakening among them. For the first time in remembered history they were the masters of their own fate, such as it was. The former herders adapted to the new world, becoming fishermen and sailors. But as the yoke of oppression was lifted, the struggle for power emerged. While still being united in their way of life, settlements began waging wars and skirmishes against each other for control of territory and resources. During a large part of their modern history, the Hatui were constantly fighting among themselves.

At the end of the era of infighting, some of the settlements began venturing into the outside world, discovering other kingdoms and peoples. Where the Hatui had once been isolationist, they slowly became more cosmopolitian, welcoming trade and interactions with foreign actors. Far from all of these interactions were peaceful, however, as the Hatui had become warlike during their long period of strife. It was soon not rare to hear of Hatuan raids on coastal villages and ports, where buildings were burned and people taken slaves. Some foreign nations took advantage of the circumstances and employed Hatuan corsairs as privateers, sending them to harrass their rivals.

Today, the Hatui are known for their brutality and are sometimes referred to as the Corsair Kings by outsiders. They are a people that are as likely to trade with you as strike you down and steal your possessions. Traversing through their territories is a dangerous venture as pirates could appear at any time, but still people try. The larger settlements on the Hatui islands are said to hold some of the greatest markets seen in the world, and the rumor is that anything can be bought there if you have the money to spare.

And still, after all this time, the heart of the Hatuan culture has endured. They still pray to the same gods and employ the same principles of morality today as they did almost a millennia ago.
Popping in quick for a map claim (in purple below):



App soon to follow.
I'd like to join, if that's ok. Will return with nation app later today after work.
@Duck This looks cool. Are you still taking applications?


Yes I am.
@Rodiak Looks cool, accepted!
@Golem@Dusty@Rodiak@Foolish Errant

IC is up and running, but no rush. Take your time and write your introductions.
Moira

Somewhere in the forest



It was quiet in the woods, almost completely silent, but in the way that only the deepest of deep woods could be. Life here had long since learned to move with caution rather than speed, and to listen rather than to announce its presense. Even the trees were mute, neglecting even to creak and groan as trees in smaller, milder woods normally would. Truth to be told, the silence was deafening. At least to those not accustomed to its impenetrable nature.

Moira had felt numbed by it when first she came here, almost as if she'd been struck by a heavy blow. Then it had made her feel uneasy, paranoid even. She would look this way and that, her forehead moist with tiny beads of sweat, always anticipating a sudden snap or a heavy thud to break the spell. Nowadays she welcomed it. It was her ally, and she too had begun listening, and moving gracefully. No need to wake the sleeping giant. No need to make oneself known.

She was currently investigating an intruiging mushroom, one she had never seen before. It would have looked like any other uninteresting thing to the unwary explorer; brown with a flat cap and thin stalk, but Moira was not unwary. She held one in her hand, turning it this way and that, taking in the details of its appearance. Her breath was slow and shallow, unaudible even to herself, as she sat on her knees and inspected the find. She would have to bring it back to her home in the village for studying, no doubt. She lacked the proper tools and conditions for her to learn anything out here.

Satisfied with the days expidition, she pulled a cloth from her satchel and carefully wrapped the mushroom in it. Having placed the treasure back into the satchel she stood up, slowly and patiently so her knees wouldn't pop. She could not remember which direction she had come from before arriving here, but it did not trouble her. She knew she would find her way back eventually, as she had done many times before. Having stretched out for a few moments, she started walking off over the thick moss. Into the dark depths of the woods.

Little did she know that she was observed.
@Foolish Errant Interesting concept! Accepted!
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