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Where do people get that I'm angry? I'm not
When is the desired deadline for orders? I have probably missed it.
LINESIII- Forth from the Light
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Where do people get that I'm angry? I'm not
When is the desired deadline for orders? I have probably missed it.
LOL LOL LOL: COMRADE BAAL ALSO INVENTED THIS SPEAK THAT HE SAID COMES FROM TEH INTERNETZ WHATEVA THAT IS LULZ. ALSO: Historically, all reactionary forces on the verge of extinction invariably conduct a last desperate struggle against the revolutionary forces, and some revolutionaries are apt to be deluded for a time by this phenomenon of outward strength but inner weakness failing to grasp the essential fact that the enemy is nearing extinction while they themselves are approaching victory.
HAIL TO THE PARTAI
HAIL TO THE PARTAI
Crops are planted at the very beginning of sunrise, and harvested, depending on the particular plant, throughout the long day and all the way to nightfall.
Exactly. I think it's appropriate. Later historians might be very happy to invent an earlier history for this group which may be quite a bit more glorious than would otherwise be the case.
Welcome. If I may say, however, your culture does not fit in with the locals, and I think it would be more appropriate to place it elsewhere.
And Masada, Thlayli, please stop trolling. If this NES gets closed for spam... it wasn't nice last time. We haven't had a major NES deletion for some time, let's keep it that way.
Stats coming tonight.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Yes, I was clearly trolling. I apologize for my blatant trollery. Never again will I troll that badly.
Espoir
Warlord
We can be recent imigres, like the Aryan invaders coming in to displace inferior cultures.
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Story!
Lightning raked the tops of the stone towers of the High-Thane's palace. Thunder provided the backdrop to the constant patter of rain on the ground and on the steps of the same building. An ominous feeling pervaded throughout the air, although the High-Thane and his fearful court paid it little heed. In the town square, garbed in full battle armor, Feddel Doren was overseeing an execution, along with his rain-drenched ministers and lords.
Pointing imperiously to a black-robed cleric, he sighed barely audible over the rain and thunder, "Read the accused his sentence." Coughing, and struggling to be heard over the storm, the cleric hastened in a rehearsed speech that was heard multiple times a day in nearly all corners of the Thanedom. "The heretic we see here today is accused of dereliction of the High-Thane's justice, blasphemy towards the Dark Master, and treason before the Union of His Magnificence. The accused shall now be allowed words --" the cleric was cut off, "I don't think so. It's rather wet out at the moment, and I would rather be attending to other things." the High-Thane proclaimed. Stammering, the cleric finished, "Very well, Your Magnificence. The sentence of the accused shall now be carried out."
The unfortunate victim was led to a block covered in blood and sweat, before the jeers and cries of a jubilant crowd. Tied to the block, a hooded axeman approached and quickly ended his life with one swing. The High-Thane smiled grimly, and nodded at the expectant cleric that he was free to go. Rushing down the stairs of the stand that had been imposed in the square, the cleric almost tripped on the hems of his robe, but luckily caught himself. Slight laughter broke out, quickly silenced by the clenched hand of another black-robe, this one decidedly more feminine in appearance than the cleric.
The court and various priests filed out from the stand, still dripping in their robes, preceded by the High-Thane, who led them through the streets. Beckoning to several armored guards, he and his constituents cut a fearsome sight as they walked, many of the citizens being obliged to throw themselves in their path for the High-Thane to walk on top of them, or to kiss the aforementioned's boots. On many street corners were raised the flag of the Union, constantly being dusted and readjusted by nervous shopkeepers, who always smiled and invited the head of state into their various establishments, praying to Maenoch rather ironically that he would have better things to do. Such was the case, although the High-Thane would often toy with the shopkeepers, reading their intentions.
Arriving at the gates of the High-Thane's palace, the guards were dismissed to return to their patrol. The High-Thane then retired, only after seeing to it that several men in the crowd whose looks he did not like were added to the list of suspected heretics.
OOC to Espoir: You traders can supply us with exotic foods from far-off lands. We'll decide later if we want to be intolerant to your culture, religion, or government. So long as the trade keeps going...
Lightning raked the tops of the stone towers of the High-Thane's palace. Thunder provided the backdrop to the constant patter of rain on the ground and on the steps of the same building. An ominous feeling pervaded throughout the air, although the High-Thane and his fearful court paid it little heed. In the town square, garbed in full battle armor, Feddel Doren was overseeing an execution, along with his rain-drenched ministers and lords.
Pointing imperiously to a black-robed cleric, he sighed barely audible over the rain and thunder, "Read the accused his sentence." Coughing, and struggling to be heard over the storm, the cleric hastened in a rehearsed speech that was heard multiple times a day in nearly all corners of the Thanedom. "The heretic we see here today is accused of dereliction of the High-Thane's justice, blasphemy towards the Dark Master, and treason before the Union of His Magnificence. The accused shall now be allowed words --" the cleric was cut off, "I don't think so. It's rather wet out at the moment, and I would rather be attending to other things." the High-Thane proclaimed. Stammering, the cleric finished, "Very well, Your Magnificence. The sentence of the accused shall now be carried out."
The unfortunate victim was led to a block covered in blood and sweat, before the jeers and cries of a jubilant crowd. Tied to the block, a hooded axeman approached and quickly ended his life with one swing. The High-Thane smiled grimly, and nodded at the expectant cleric that he was free to go. Rushing down the stairs of the stand that had been imposed in the square, the cleric almost tripped on the hems of his robe, but luckily caught himself. Slight laughter broke out, quickly silenced by the clenched hand of another black-robe, this one decidedly more feminine in appearance than the cleric.
The court and various priests filed out from the stand, still dripping in their robes, preceded by the High-Thane, who led them through the streets. Beckoning to several armored guards, he and his constituents cut a fearsome sight as they walked, many of the citizens being obliged to throw themselves in their path for the High-Thane to walk on top of them, or to kiss the aforementioned's boots. On many street corners were raised the flag of the Union, constantly being dusted and readjusted by nervous shopkeepers, who always smiled and invited the head of state into their various establishments, praying to Maenoch rather ironically that he would have better things to do. Such was the case, although the High-Thane would often toy with the shopkeepers, reading their intentions.
Arriving at the gates of the High-Thane's palace, the guards were dismissed to return to their patrol. The High-Thane then retired, only after seeing to it that several men in the crowd whose looks he did not like were added to the list of suspected heretics.
OOC to Espoir: You traders can supply us with exotic foods from far-off lands. We'll decide later if we want to be intolerant to your culture, religion, or government. So long as the trade keeps going...
Lord_Iggy said:
I contend I did no such thing. I've acknowledged my folly and have embraced the Holy Writ that is Lord of Elves OPINION and in doing so I've created a Baalist
BTW, Espoir, your culture would probably fit in best in the cradle with Kevygi, Murair, Errodim, Kjarar and Lavaria... I'll avoid spoilers, but a migration of a radically different culture into that of Englorvel is a bit tricky to pull off. However, if you're insistent, I could probably make it work.
Espoir
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BTW, Espoir, your culture would probably fit in best in the cradle with Kevygi, Murair, Errodim, Kjarar and Lavaria... I'll avoid spoilers, but a migration of a radically different culture into that of Englorvel is a bit tricky to pull off. However, if you're insistent, I could probably make it work.
I'd rather be in the latter, if possible. Let's say my culture had trouble competing with so many trade and agricultural based civilizations and was squeezed out; that particular cradle seems too similar and monotonous to my own culture.
It doesn't seem Englorvel has done well subsisting with its surrounding cultures anyway; in any case, there's plenty of money and underlings to come by from the steady tide of refugees from his culture.
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At the moment, what surrounding cultures?
das
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lurker's comment: And how do they make do during the night? Are there "day crops" and "night crops"? I would also imagine it would be difficult to augment agrarianism with hunting and gathering during the night.
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One could presumably store food for 80 days.
Probably all the small tribes and such who are not large enough to be listed as a 'civilization.' But this is a guess.
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Thlayli
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There's probably a wide variety of tubers and roots that have adapted their cycles to night growth. I'm sure night-oriented crops exist.
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The climate seems to be well-suited to the type of agriculture we're discussing. I imagine it wouldn't be too hard to preserve crops over the night, seeing as it's only eighty days, you might even be able to get the weather to work for you if you knew how.
1 moon, and people store food over the long night. They can also hunt the animals who remain active at night, and dig for roots and tubers.
As for night plants, there are red plants which flourish under moonlight, but they are not particularly good crops.
As for night plants, there are red plants which flourish under moonlight, but they are not particularly good crops.
