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@Nerevarine
The Society, Population 312, Era of Oxameter the Walker.
Technological Developments:
Writing 2/8
Organized Religion 2/8
Alvith Territory:
The travelers bowed their heads at the creatures response which appeared to be a sign of neutrality. They set on their way home to tell the news of a society of lizard men that rule the northern plains.
The Society:
"Ode to you, my fellow minister." Mr. Marsh spoke to his comrade in a gloomy voice inside the Minister's tent.
"What of me, my friend?" Mr. Death responded.
"O lord of industry, who on earth shall walks without thought?" Marsh asked.
"Why, Oxameter of course."
"And who shall inherit?"
"That would be Tzeentch."
"Indeed, and who shan't?"
Mr. Death stared at the zealot in confusion.
"Why, what do you mean?"
"Who shall not inherit this world?"
"Well...uh."
Mr. Marsh smiled quietly and spoke.
"A slaver. A slaver shall not inherit."
Mr. Death bolted back in shock.
"The ministers shall never fight on an open field, Lord of death, however it seems that there always could be ... a shadow war, if you will. One not of war or violence but of politics and intrigue."
The industrious minister smiled and spoke.
"I suppose such a circumstance is possible and perhaps, inevitable."
The ministers bowed to each other and joined their fellow leaders upon the podiums to give their speeches with smiling faces concealing their hidden ideas of statecraft.
The Western Forests:
A group of three Ferream Choirmen and one Polyposide philosopher were ordered into the western forests to study the type of plants that are their as requested by Mr. Apple. They trekked across the vile terrain for three days and arrived in the forests.
"What a grotesque landscape! Can you imagine what type of creature would live here?" one of the Ferream joked as the travelers marched through the bushes and dark shadows cast by the tall trees.
"Eh, beats being lost in the grasslands." His comrade responded.
"Well, not really, I me-"
The conversation was cut short by the Polyposide who noticed a odd sight.
"Hey! Look! Over there!" He pointed at a large group of dens circled in a small clearance in the forest.
"What in all Chaos? Dear god I think its a settlement!"
The Ferream Choirmen stared down at the village with the philosopher silently.
"Look at that! By the gods!" The philosopher screamed after noticing a carving on a nearby tree.
They stood and stared in shock at the drawing and with a shaky voice one of the Ferream spoke.
"Behold! An Ashen Wolf."
@Raindeer
The Society, Population 312, Era of Oxameter the Walker.
Technological Developments:
Writing 2/8
Organized Religion 2/8
Alvith Territory:
The travelers bowed their heads at the creatures response which appeared to be a sign of neutrality. They set on their way home to tell the news of a society of lizard men that rule the northern plains.
The Society:
"Ode to you, my fellow minister." Mr. Marsh spoke to his comrade in a gloomy voice inside the Minister's tent.
"What of me, my friend?" Mr. Death responded.
"O lord of industry, who on earth shall walks without thought?" Marsh asked.
"Why, Oxameter of course."
"And who shall inherit?"
"That would be Tzeentch."
"Indeed, and who shan't?"
Mr. Death stared at the zealot in confusion.
"Why, what do you mean?"
"Who shall not inherit this world?"
"Well...uh."
Mr. Marsh smiled quietly and spoke.
"A slaver. A slaver shall not inherit."
Mr. Death bolted back in shock.
"The ministers shall never fight on an open field, Lord of death, however it seems that there always could be ... a shadow war, if you will. One not of war or violence but of politics and intrigue."
The industrious minister smiled and spoke.
"I suppose such a circumstance is possible and perhaps, inevitable."
The ministers bowed to each other and joined their fellow leaders upon the podiums to give their speeches with smiling faces concealing their hidden ideas of statecraft.
The Western Forests:
A group of three Ferream Choirmen and one Polyposide philosopher were ordered into the western forests to study the type of plants that are their as requested by Mr. Apple. They trekked across the vile terrain for three days and arrived in the forests.
"What a grotesque landscape! Can you imagine what type of creature would live here?" one of the Ferream joked as the travelers marched through the bushes and dark shadows cast by the tall trees.
"Eh, beats being lost in the grasslands." His comrade responded.
"Well, not really, I me-"
The conversation was cut short by the Polyposide who noticed a odd sight.
"Hey! Look! Over there!" He pointed at a large group of dens circled in a small clearance in the forest.
"What in all Chaos? Dear god I think its a settlement!"
The Ferream Choirmen stared down at the village with the philosopher silently.
"Look at that! By the gods!" The philosopher screamed after noticing a carving on a nearby tree.
They stood and stared in shock at the drawing and with a shaky voice one of the Ferream spoke.
"Behold! An Ashen Wolf."
@Raindeer
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Sorry about the recent inactivity, I've been having some health stuff that needs sorted out and I don't have a lot of time to post. I'll try to post when I can, however, don't expect a lot of activity on my side. Sorry!
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@Shoggothought
Did the Choir Members take the Illis that were already traded and present at the post as well or just the ones that were going to be traded at that moment?
They took and killed the one that was being traded at the time (due to the Choir's belief that they have been tainted by to much communication with outsiders) however do not be surprised if eventually an aspiring Society merchant comes and attempts to purchase the Illis back.
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@Nerevarine
The Society, Population 312, Era of Oxameter the Walker.
Technological Developments:
Writing 1/8
Organized Religion 1/8
The Polyposides bowed in their dark cloaks to the Arsuron traders after a long and cumbersome walk to the post. The Arsuron brought their scroll and asked them of their reasoning for arriving. A cynical glance was exchanged from the Polyposide commander and he crafted his response.
"Greetings to thee, may the blessings of Oxameter and the relent of Tzeentch meet you. I bring thy Illis, and you shall bring my bloodwood. However I warn thee, for today we act against our masters who have unjustly determined the trade is illegal. We betray our lords for others, and our souls for prosperity. Alas-"
The proposal was left unfinished as a group of two Polyposides barking orders at five Ferream bearing the symbol of the choir appeared marching up the hill.
The commander of the traders looked to his comrades and spoke in a panicked voice.
"Damn! Marsh must have found out! Quickly, give them the Illis!"
They quickly handed the creature over to the confused Arsuron as the group arrived and the Choir commander hailed the Society traders.
"By the glory of Tzeencth, who are you to sell what is not yours?"
They responded quickly and nervously.
"We aren't responsible! We are just following orders!"
The commander smiled and screamed out incoherent orders to one of the Ferream who proceeded to approach the Illis.
He took out a sharp rock from his cloak and made a cut across the creature's wrist and covered his black gloves in blood.
The Society traders watched in horror as the Ferream took the Scroll and wrote his message in blood.
"My sincerest and most deep apologies, good sirs, but a tiny disagreement that you might observe. You see, we are in a small dispute at the moment, and you seem to have the most unfortunate position of witnessing it. These things, the Illis, they are not for sale. But to be honest, you really don't want them anyways. I mean look at it, just standing there while it bleeds out, like a corpse freshly pierced by a sharp blade. You know, back home a little while ago, the Choir wanted to know how to determine whether something could feel or not, and eventually determined a perfect way to tell. When cut, most creatures recoil in pain, those are the ones that feel, while some creatures, such as the Illis and my humble species, don't recoil. This is not only physical, my friend. It is much more than that. You see, if you don't feel pain, than you don't feel empathy, or any emotion for the most part. Perhaps I should be more blatant, and don't take this as a declaration of aggression, as that would be inaccurate, but I must ask a question. If a cut were to be lain upon thee, what reaction would one witness?"
The Choir commander suddenly interrupted and screamed "Right men, we stopped them lets go and don't forget the Illis. The gods demand that the corpse should be in the forest before it decomposes." (@Father Dagon)
The Ferream smiled eerily through his mask-like face and marched back with the disappointed Polyposide traders and his fellow soldiers.
The Society, Population 312, Era of Oxameter the Walker.
Technological Developments:
Writing 1/8
Organized Religion 1/8
The Polyposides bowed in their dark cloaks to the Arsuron traders after a long and cumbersome walk to the post. The Arsuron brought their scroll and asked them of their reasoning for arriving. A cynical glance was exchanged from the Polyposide commander and he crafted his response.
"Greetings to thee, may the blessings of Oxameter and the relent of Tzeentch meet you. I bring thy Illis, and you shall bring my bloodwood. However I warn thee, for today we act against our masters who have unjustly determined the trade is illegal. We betray our lords for others, and our souls for prosperity. Alas-"
The proposal was left unfinished as a group of two Polyposides barking orders at five Ferream bearing the symbol of the choir appeared marching up the hill.
The commander of the traders looked to his comrades and spoke in a panicked voice.
"Damn! Marsh must have found out! Quickly, give them the Illis!"
They quickly handed the creature over to the confused Arsuron as the group arrived and the Choir commander hailed the Society traders.
"By the glory of Tzeencth, who are you to sell what is not yours?"
They responded quickly and nervously.
"We aren't responsible! We are just following orders!"
The commander smiled and screamed out incoherent orders to one of the Ferream who proceeded to approach the Illis.
He took out a sharp rock from his cloak and made a cut across the creature's wrist and covered his black gloves in blood.
The Society traders watched in horror as the Ferream took the Scroll and wrote his message in blood.
"My sincerest and most deep apologies, good sirs, but a tiny disagreement that you might observe. You see, we are in a small dispute at the moment, and you seem to have the most unfortunate position of witnessing it. These things, the Illis, they are not for sale. But to be honest, you really don't want them anyways. I mean look at it, just standing there while it bleeds out, like a corpse freshly pierced by a sharp blade. You know, back home a little while ago, the Choir wanted to know how to determine whether something could feel or not, and eventually determined a perfect way to tell. When cut, most creatures recoil in pain, those are the ones that feel, while some creatures, such as the Illis and my humble species, don't recoil. This is not only physical, my friend. It is much more than that. You see, if you don't feel pain, than you don't feel empathy, or any emotion for the most part. Perhaps I should be more blatant, and don't take this as a declaration of aggression, as that would be inaccurate, but I must ask a question. If a cut were to be lain upon thee, what reaction would one witness?"
The Choir commander suddenly interrupted and screamed "Right men, we stopped them lets go and don't forget the Illis. The gods demand that the corpse should be in the forest before it decomposes." (@Father Dagon)
The Ferream smiled eerily through his mask-like face and marched back with the disappointed Polyposide traders and his fellow soldiers.
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The Society, Population 306, Era of Oxameter the Walker.
Technological Developments:
Logic 6/6 Complete
Writing 1/8
The sun set over the golden dunes and the Ministers were once again sitting on their podiums above the disorderly Civilians. Each minister went over their agendas and ambitions in the Society, however, Mr. Thought had no such thing. After years of work, the Minister believed he had succeeded in determining the perfect way to help understand the universe, the gods, and their reality in general. He stood up after Mr. Death finished announcing hopes in establishing a way to finalize and legitimize political control and spoke
"Ode to you, my brethren, for I bring you news and a Revelation that conquers both mind and spirit. I ask you this, if an apple falls from atop, does that not mean a tree stands above? O children of knowledge, seldom does this path lead astray, for where else would it come? I see you find this obvious as you should. However does this not stand with all else? Is there not the reasonable, the false, and the truth? O my inferiors, I bring you not a simple equation of thought and simplicity, yet a process that leads our scholars forth into the tracks of Oxameter. And on this path we shall find the glory of the gods and the birth of philosophy."
Mr. Thought's fellow ministers looked at each other in shock as he bowed to the cheering crowd. He spoke the words of the choir and the crowd repeated:
"From Tzeentch (embodiment of chaos, absolute leader of the pantheon and patron god of the Polyposides according to the Choir) came Oxameter (Willpower and time, believed to march forever in a straight line across due to being pure will and lacking sentience, patron god of the Illis) who shall meet his end in the face of Chorn (Death and knowledge, patron god of the Ferream, believed eventually slay Oxameter and merge the worlds of Tzeentch and reality) and lead us to a new beginning."
Technological Developments:
Logic 6/6 Complete
Writing 1/8
The sun set over the golden dunes and the Ministers were once again sitting on their podiums above the disorderly Civilians. Each minister went over their agendas and ambitions in the Society, however, Mr. Thought had no such thing. After years of work, the Minister believed he had succeeded in determining the perfect way to help understand the universe, the gods, and their reality in general. He stood up after Mr. Death finished announcing hopes in establishing a way to finalize and legitimize political control and spoke
"Ode to you, my brethren, for I bring you news and a Revelation that conquers both mind and spirit. I ask you this, if an apple falls from atop, does that not mean a tree stands above? O children of knowledge, seldom does this path lead astray, for where else would it come? I see you find this obvious as you should. However does this not stand with all else? Is there not the reasonable, the false, and the truth? O my inferiors, I bring you not a simple equation of thought and simplicity, yet a process that leads our scholars forth into the tracks of Oxameter. And on this path we shall find the glory of the gods and the birth of philosophy."
Mr. Thought's fellow ministers looked at each other in shock as he bowed to the cheering crowd. He spoke the words of the choir and the crowd repeated:
"From Tzeentch (embodiment of chaos, absolute leader of the pantheon and patron god of the Polyposides according to the Choir) came Oxameter (Willpower and time, believed to march forever in a straight line across due to being pure will and lacking sentience, patron god of the Illis) who shall meet his end in the face of Chorn (Death and knowledge, patron god of the Ferream, believed eventually slay Oxameter and merge the worlds of Tzeentch and reality) and lead us to a new beginning."
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@Neruu
The Society, Population 306, Era of Oxameter the Walker.
Technological Developments:
Logic 5/6
Agriculture 5/5
Alvith Territory:
"By the Gods! I've never seen anything like it!" one of the travelers shouted as they saw the chief.
"Be calm, my brother, for they have yet to shown aggression." his friend responded.
The travelers cautiously approached the large reptilian creatures with the stick in hopes of possible communication.
They drew a simple drawing in the dirt representing the question "Friend or Foe?"
@Nerevarine
The Society:
"Go forth, my sons, and may Cthugha forgive and understand us." Mr. Exchange said to the five travelers.
Mr. Marsh had defeated all public support for the slave trade, and with it all the hopes of possible business opportunities involving the trade. Marsh's fellow ministers were not happy about this, and thus they had decided that it was within their interest to send a group of Polypodies to the Arsuron in order to set up a secret trade route behind Marsh's back. The travelers were sent to the east with a Illis in hopes of further trade.
The Society, Population 306, Era of Oxameter the Walker.
Technological Developments:
Logic 5/6
Agriculture 5/5
Alvith Territory:
"By the Gods! I've never seen anything like it!" one of the travelers shouted as they saw the chief.
"Be calm, my brother, for they have yet to shown aggression." his friend responded.
The travelers cautiously approached the large reptilian creatures with the stick in hopes of possible communication.
They drew a simple drawing in the dirt representing the question "Friend or Foe?"
@Nerevarine
The Society:
"Go forth, my sons, and may Cthugha forgive and understand us." Mr. Exchange said to the five travelers.
Mr. Marsh had defeated all public support for the slave trade, and with it all the hopes of possible business opportunities involving the trade. Marsh's fellow ministers were not happy about this, and thus they had decided that it was within their interest to send a group of Polypodies to the Arsuron in order to set up a secret trade route behind Marsh's back. The travelers were sent to the east with a Illis in hopes of further trade.
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@Father Dagon and I will be taking a vacation for a week, so we aren't going to be able to post for a bit. Sorry about the circumstances, but we should be back before too long.
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Hey @Shoggothought, you sure are developing a lot of tech for the amount of content you're putting out.
Yeah, I know. I will change up my tech slightly and fix it. Sorry about that.
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@Neruu
The Society, Population 306, Era of Oxameter the Walker.
Technological Developments:
Logic 4/6
Agriculture 4/5
Alvith Territory: The Ferream stared at the creature for a while as it tried to translate the message. It observed the image in the dirt for about a minute and eventually stood up and pointed north. They followed the direction, and determined that the creature was indeed, sentient. After a short while of walking across the flat grasslands and rolling hills they arrived at the village. They approached the town cautiously and quietly, wondering what they would find.
Society:
"It is true! My brothers, it is true!" A Polypodises by the name of Serophoga boomed in the early Settlement morning.
He ran from his mud-brick house into the streets carrying a small pot to show it to the ministers. Eventually, he arrived at the minister's podiums and bowed before them.
They looked down with stark expressions.
"What is it, my inferior?"
Serophoga glanced up and spoke.
"O my patricians, I bring you a prize of the gods."
"Than speak, my child."
Serophoga opened up the pot and showed the curious ministers.
"I bring thee fruit, for the gods have given us the ability to not only reap the seeds of the earth, yet plant them ourselves."
"Continue."
He proceeded to give a detailed description of the basics of agriculture, and how one cultivates plants which left the ministers in shock.
Mr. Thought stood up and spoke "Ode to you, Serophoga. In our gratitude, you shall be minister of food, and you shall manage and build the farms on the fertile lands near the river."
And on that day the Illis were sent to build and farm under the administration of a new minister.
With this, a group of Ferream were sent west to study the growth of plants in the nearby forests....
@Father Dagon
(Just noting that our knowledge on agriculture is very basic and can be essentially summed up by "Hey guys, we can put this thing in fertile soil and if it gets water, it may grow!")
The Society, Population 306, Era of Oxameter the Walker.
Technological Developments:
Logic 4/6
Agriculture 4/5
Alvith Territory: The Ferream stared at the creature for a while as it tried to translate the message. It observed the image in the dirt for about a minute and eventually stood up and pointed north. They followed the direction, and determined that the creature was indeed, sentient. After a short while of walking across the flat grasslands and rolling hills they arrived at the village. They approached the town cautiously and quietly, wondering what they would find.
Society:
"It is true! My brothers, it is true!" A Polypodises by the name of Serophoga boomed in the early Settlement morning.
He ran from his mud-brick house into the streets carrying a small pot to show it to the ministers. Eventually, he arrived at the minister's podiums and bowed before them.
They looked down with stark expressions.
"What is it, my inferior?"
Serophoga glanced up and spoke.
"O my patricians, I bring you a prize of the gods."
"Than speak, my child."
Serophoga opened up the pot and showed the curious ministers.
"I bring thee fruit, for the gods have given us the ability to not only reap the seeds of the earth, yet plant them ourselves."
"Continue."
He proceeded to give a detailed description of the basics of agriculture, and how one cultivates plants which left the ministers in shock.
Mr. Thought stood up and spoke "Ode to you, Serophoga. In our gratitude, you shall be minister of food, and you shall manage and build the farms on the fertile lands near the river."
And on that day the Illis were sent to build and farm under the administration of a new minister.
With this, a group of Ferream were sent west to study the growth of plants in the nearby forests....
@Father Dagon
(Just noting that our knowledge on agriculture is very basic and can be essentially summed up by "Hey guys, we can put this thing in fertile soil and if it gets water, it may grow!")
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