Tecknojock
Keeping the world running
Nutra, whats my population breakdown for living men to living women?
NutraNESIV.5: Fantasy Remastered
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More stories! Cmon you lazy bums, lorebuild!
UzkuNak had found his monthly council with the [Void]kin family of the Thorn clan had approached quickly. This month would be his third envoyage on behalf of his father, UzakIru, the Reeve of Uudedka, or Yewlough as the Telmar called it. This trip, he had been instructed to deliver a gift, a inlaid box he had been instructed not to open. The land the Ikkir settled was a field of poisonous evergreens that required care in working. After the Ikkir became sick from working the wood, it took their dietists several months to determine it was due to a acid imbalance, and suggested washing of their hands after working the wood. But that was not before a good many died from eating the sweet fruit. His own cousin died in such a way.
UzkuNak's purpose in serving his brothers was myriad. One duty was to secure collective employment for his brothers, who often filled orders for worked timber, or as construction workers for large projects. It had always been difficult to find such employment. The Telmar felt it lazy of themselves to rely on the Ikkir to build their structures or harvest their timber, nor did they feel comfortable with bearing debts of labor lent by the Ikkir, nor even dealing with the Ikkir as a collective entity.
The [Void]kin had been more accepting and accommodating to Ikkir culture. On his first Envoyage, UzkuNak was named [Void]kith, a distinction that was in need of explanation. He was quietly enlighted that the kith of [Void] were all of the self-sovereign beings that were accepting of [Void]. UzkuNak had recently realized that by naming him [Void]kith, that [Void]kin had demonstrated a conceptual grasp of collectivism. It was this thread of understanding that UzkuNak had set his hopes for weaving a tent of harmony between his kind, the Telmar, and those of the kin to [Void].
UzkuNak was met by a Telmar warrior by the 5 Fat Men, 5 boulders that guarded a descent into a forested glen. It was then that he was led into the glen to the very bottom, near a dark pool. On its edge, facing away from him, he found a Third Removed man he knew as Kronnox crouching with his fingers in the pool. He always met Kronnox this way. Always he seemed to not notice UzkuNak, but UzkuNak knew better. He had learned that unlike their Telmar cousins, the [Void]kin lived their lives at a vastly different pace. Every moment was savored, every memory reminisced, every prediction pondered. The Third Removed lived no longer than Ikkir, but he knew the Second Removed could live centuries. In either case, they had plenty of time to daysleep as they called it. To Uzkunak, daysleeping looked a lot like dipping ones fingers in a black pool.
"Are you prepared, Kithman?" Kronnox said unexpectedly, in a deep languid voice. Kronnox turned to face UzkuNak. UzkuNak pondered his appearence. He looked no different from any Telmar, thin of build with thin face. Hidden behind his lips his teeth were filed into points, or so UzkuNak presumed. Telmar did that on occasion for reasons he had never bothered to uncover. To UzkuNak, no queer custom could stir prejudice in him for being strange.
At UzkuNak's nod, Kronnox returned his face to the pool. The world seemed to fade. It was still opaque, it just did not seem solid. As last time, they took a walk that seemed to wind in many ways until at last the substance of the world returned, and in front of UzkuNak was the walled and gardened manor he had come to know his hosts residence. UzkuNak had questioned the journey with Kronnox on his first trip, but Kronnox had remained silent. UzkuNak had not dared to ask again.
Like his previous visits, he was led through the gate into a gardened courtyard, past a pool similar to Kronnox's, under an arbor and into a large room. The room was sparse, but the wood and stone that made it was immaculately polished by decades of use. A large open window, nearly the entirety of the inner wall to the courtyard filled it with light and the fire in the hearth filled it with warmth. Here he waited. Waiting seemed to be a requirement when dealing with [Void]kin.
Soon his host, whom had never revealed his name, entered with his wife, who was also his aunt. Also with him was his consort and her husband. A Telmar acquaintance had warned him that the Second Removed's scarcity, longevity and arraigned breeding practices meant that marriages were for love, not procreation, which opened up all sorts of bizarre family dynamics. Uzkunak reminded himself of the teachings of Teiken, and banished his disgusted judgments.
His discussions with his hosts were the usual formal business, quotas, prospects, news, even a bit of gossip. He then presented his gift. He presented the box in front of himself. A youngster of the house took it an delivered it to UzkuNak's host. As his host opened it he smiled with a tilt of his head to the side. He handed it off to his wife who gazed intently at the contents. She pulled out a rock. Squeezing it in her hands it shattered into a hundred peices. She then took a pebble and placed it in her mouth. Almost immediatly, she inhaled deeply with eyes wild. With a haste he had not seen in her kind, she stood and stormed out of the room with not a look from anyone but UzkuNak. Nak looked confused. He was not sure what just happened, nor what to make of the reaction he just witnessed.
His host gaze had never left Nak's face. It was a sublime gaze. "Not since the days I was in Between have I tasted of verve. I am sure we will enjoy your gift immensely."
UzkuNak had found his monthly council with the [Void]kin family of the Thorn clan had approached quickly. This month would be his third envoyage on behalf of his father, UzakIru, the Reeve of Uudedka, or Yewlough as the Telmar called it. This trip, he had been instructed to deliver a gift, a inlaid box he had been instructed not to open. The land the Ikkir settled was a field of poisonous evergreens that required care in working. After the Ikkir became sick from working the wood, it took their dietists several months to determine it was due to a acid imbalance, and suggested washing of their hands after working the wood. But that was not before a good many died from eating the sweet fruit. His own cousin died in such a way.
UzkuNak's purpose in serving his brothers was myriad. One duty was to secure collective employment for his brothers, who often filled orders for worked timber, or as construction workers for large projects. It had always been difficult to find such employment. The Telmar felt it lazy of themselves to rely on the Ikkir to build their structures or harvest their timber, nor did they feel comfortable with bearing debts of labor lent by the Ikkir, nor even dealing with the Ikkir as a collective entity.
The [Void]kin had been more accepting and accommodating to Ikkir culture. On his first Envoyage, UzkuNak was named [Void]kith, a distinction that was in need of explanation. He was quietly enlighted that the kith of [Void] were all of the self-sovereign beings that were accepting of [Void]. UzkuNak had recently realized that by naming him [Void]kith, that [Void]kin had demonstrated a conceptual grasp of collectivism. It was this thread of understanding that UzkuNak had set his hopes for weaving a tent of harmony between his kind, the Telmar, and those of the kin to [Void].
UzkuNak was met by a Telmar warrior by the 5 Fat Men, 5 boulders that guarded a descent into a forested glen. It was then that he was led into the glen to the very bottom, near a dark pool. On its edge, facing away from him, he found a Third Removed man he knew as Kronnox crouching with his fingers in the pool. He always met Kronnox this way. Always he seemed to not notice UzkuNak, but UzkuNak knew better. He had learned that unlike their Telmar cousins, the [Void]kin lived their lives at a vastly different pace. Every moment was savored, every memory reminisced, every prediction pondered. The Third Removed lived no longer than Ikkir, but he knew the Second Removed could live centuries. In either case, they had plenty of time to daysleep as they called it. To Uzkunak, daysleeping looked a lot like dipping ones fingers in a black pool.
"Are you prepared, Kithman?" Kronnox said unexpectedly, in a deep languid voice. Kronnox turned to face UzkuNak. UzkuNak pondered his appearence. He looked no different from any Telmar, thin of build with thin face. Hidden behind his lips his teeth were filed into points, or so UzkuNak presumed. Telmar did that on occasion for reasons he had never bothered to uncover. To UzkuNak, no queer custom could stir prejudice in him for being strange.
At UzkuNak's nod, Kronnox returned his face to the pool. The world seemed to fade. It was still opaque, it just did not seem solid. As last time, they took a walk that seemed to wind in many ways until at last the substance of the world returned, and in front of UzkuNak was the walled and gardened manor he had come to know his hosts residence. UzkuNak had questioned the journey with Kronnox on his first trip, but Kronnox had remained silent. UzkuNak had not dared to ask again.
Like his previous visits, he was led through the gate into a gardened courtyard, past a pool similar to Kronnox's, under an arbor and into a large room. The room was sparse, but the wood and stone that made it was immaculately polished by decades of use. A large open window, nearly the entirety of the inner wall to the courtyard filled it with light and the fire in the hearth filled it with warmth. Here he waited. Waiting seemed to be a requirement when dealing with [Void]kin.
Soon his host, whom had never revealed his name, entered with his wife, who was also his aunt. Also with him was his consort and her husband. A Telmar acquaintance had warned him that the Second Removed's scarcity, longevity and arraigned breeding practices meant that marriages were for love, not procreation, which opened up all sorts of bizarre family dynamics. Uzkunak reminded himself of the teachings of Teiken, and banished his disgusted judgments.
His discussions with his hosts were the usual formal business, quotas, prospects, news, even a bit of gossip. He then presented his gift. He presented the box in front of himself. A youngster of the house took it an delivered it to UzkuNak's host. As his host opened it he smiled with a tilt of his head to the side. He handed it off to his wife who gazed intently at the contents. She pulled out a rock. Squeezing it in her hands it shattered into a hundred peices. She then took a pebble and placed it in her mouth. Almost immediatly, she inhaled deeply with eyes wild. With a haste he had not seen in her kind, she stood and stormed out of the room with not a look from anyone but UzkuNak. Nak looked confused. He was not sure what just happened, nor what to make of the reaction he just witnessed.
His host gaze had never left Nak's face. It was a sublime gaze. "Not since the days I was in Between have I tasted of verve. I am sure we will enjoy your gift immensely."
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Of the 65% Telric population that you have It is roughly 35% Female, 30% Male. The higher number of females is due to the fact that living males occupy riskier jobs.
edit: @The players who have sent me orders: They all check out. Expect interesting things to arise next turn! Specifically @merciary: There is never too much to work with.
@Devercia: I have no idea what the poisonous evergreens are, but I will damn well sure make them a reality.
Already a reality. But by no means do you have to be bound by reality. This is a fantasy, after all. 
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Poison seeds, eh? I will certainly gloss this with some fantasy paint and make it fun (and dangerous) for you all!
Well that's good I had another idea but I thought it a bit much for the first turn.
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Well if you PM it to me now and I deem it too advanced for the turn I will definitely try to begin the first stages of it and leave the rest up to you over subsequent IT turns.
fake edit: That is a point I want to make clear to all players. Even if your ideas for BT's/culture development are unachievable I will try my hardest not to simply slap them down. I will strive to make it so that you have the foundations to see your ideas to fruition over a few turns.
fake edit: That is a point I want to make clear to all players. Even if your ideas for BT's/culture development are unachievable I will try my hardest not to simply slap them down. I will strive to make it so that you have the foundations to see your ideas to fruition over a few turns.
Northen Wolf
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Does this world already has functional currency (can I say that I have some sort of currency trade or is it all just 'My fur for your food?') or do we need to develop one?
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No functional currency as of yet. That probably(?) would come by the end of update one depending on what race sits atop some rich vein of valuable metal.
Seon
Not An Evil Liar
I wonder what this valuable metal is and who will lay claims to it.
Looks at some birds.
Looks at some birds.
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Well the Swiech and Star Goblins also live by some mountains.
Seon
Not An Evil Liar
I need to conquer my way to the east. Lay my hand on some of those valuable metals myself.
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Also an option! There is land to the east.
edit: 6/11 orders in!
edit: 6/11 orders in!
Northen Wolf
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Bragaash will be ready to enslave the world in 30 mins.
Northen Wolf
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Swiech will rend the flesh of tiny little man if he comes for our potentially valuable metal.
*snap*
EDIT: Orders sent. probably too long and typo-prone and difficult to read, but I got exams week. Hope they work for you?
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@Northen Wolf: Would you mind if I post parts of your orders PM so that players can use it to get a better sense of who the Bragaash are? A lot of it is pretty damn good worldbuilding.
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Yeah, they're what I am looking for.
