Community Request: Building Pedia Entries

"Resolve the weaknesses of thy heart,
Obey the laws of thy providence,
Yield to the goodness that surrounds thee,
Grant silence to those who betray it,
Bring wrath upon those who will destroy,
Inspire love of the righteous law,
Vested in thee is the Code of Junil"

Does that seem better?
 
I guess, you messed around with the last line however. Each line is supposed to have exactly 9 syllables. Now the last has 10.

Resolve the weaknesses of thy heart,
Obey the laws of thy providence,
Yield to the goodness that surrounds thee,
Grant silence to those who betray it,
Bring wrath upon those who will destroy,
Inspire love of the righteous law,
Vest in thee is the Code of Junil
 
Granary and Smokehouse "since one holds grain while the other meat"

"If you don't finish eating all the food on your plate, the Doviello will come and do it for you." - wive's tale told to scare children during the Age of Ice

Based off the idea that where there is surplus food, people will go.

The straight forward definition or strategy text...

The storage of food allows a city to more consistently feed its populance resulting in better public health and increased immigration
 
Courthouse

"Without a place to enforce law, there is no order. Without order, there is no consequence for corruption." - old Bannor proverb
 
Gambling House

"a game for money is a real game, but there is consequences" - Loki

Grove

"The druids meet and talk about strange things they have seen, making potions and get experience from older druids, one or two beasts masters is also telling stories for the childs in there about the big bear they have capured once. They just enyoy theyre meeting they do each year..." - Yvain
 
Eyes and Ears Network

It is a feeble king, the one who knows not what is happening in his neighboor's lands. War is dependant on inteligence, more than soldiery: the soldiers will fight, but how will they know where to fight: that is the purpose of espionage.
All kings like to be kept up to breast with the knowldge of his neigbors. again, that is where espionage comes in: if the fancy strikes the king to know how his neghbors make thier pretty armor, a spy is sent... we hold the crucial role in all empires.... we old them together. our knowledge and training makes us invaluable.
-Katar Traie, spymaster to the Kuriotates court, addressing a class of trainees.
 
Jeweler


"What is this? A gem i havent seen? How much is it worth? But it isn't the money thats the most important thing, its... Beutiful" - Tampur, famous Jeweler
 
New, edited proposals for:

Harbor

A seagull landed on the tallest spot of captain Cyrrik's ships mast. "Aye, a good sig', the catch wer be goed.", thought Cyrrik. His nine children and beloved wife Belladona, were waiting at the ships ladder.
"- Take us with you daddy!" - cried his twins, Akka and Tukka.
"- Die Hannah!", "- Dad! Falamar is trying to poke me with a stiiik!", Hannah, his little three-year-old dauther run through the gangway, followed by his nine-year-old son Falamar, both named after two famous Lanun leaders, both fighting as originals. Cyrrik smiled. He ignored his wife starting with the ordinary yabbing. He inhaled the fresh, salty breeze, he listened to the merchants, fighting over a half-crown discount for a (what looked like) basket of a week old shrimps, he raved about his ship, about the birds and about the gold he is going to earn. A small taint of sadness went through his face, as he thought of the times, when the city had no harbor. But these are over now. Now he can go fishing with no worries, as now he has a safe place to come back.


Tax Office

The concept of 'taxation' was not, at least literally, known to the inhabitants of the Paolion village. They had a tendency to bury alive the men, who came asking for a part of their belongings. Of course they knew, if a Calabim lord is passing near by, they needed to support the tradicional sacrifice. They also have always supported their lords with men for their wars. Everything seemed balanced to the elders, so when the young vampire, Num'a'Zath came to their village with lord Zaburtha written orders, to give him tenth of their gold, they laughted at him in the first place. Young Nums blood burned at this point and he killed the village chieftain only son. Kumlo, the village chieftain took this very personally. Twenty pitchforks massacred the young vampire and a country-wide peasants revolt started. It costed lifes of three lords and numerous adepts in total. During these weeks Alexis realized, that this was not the best way to collect taxes. From that day on she had enstablished a specialized office in each bigger Calabim city. Each year, each settlements chief had to go to the nearest town and leave tenth of their yearly income in nature or gold in these offices. On the other hand each wampire lord was obligued to visit each of his settlements and give his blessings to each settlements chiefs. If there was one thing Alexis really hated, it was the internal instability. This concept worked out very well. Rumours say, that Alexis earned a lot by selling this idea to the other leaders. But now going back to the biography of Kumlo...

Part of the Vampire Chronicles, by Kuotrz, "The origination of the great peasants revolt"
 
It's a big list, so I'm going to take the Bazaar of Mammon, if you like:

[tab]Commerce is the lifeblood of an empire. A farmer sells his prize horse to buy seed for next season, and the tax collector takes enough off the top to equip a footman. A noble buys a tapistry imported from across the continent, and the King's campaign can continue for another month. As such, it is not discontent that is the greatest threat to a ruler's ambition. Bread and carnivals can asuage unhappiness, or garrison troops should those measures fail. Rather a people's satisfaction has the potentionl to deplete the treasury and starve an empire. If the farmer is content with a smaller gain, from where does the soldier's arms come? If the noble is pleased with his bare halls, shall the war end sooner? Indeed, if the soldiers themselves do not yearn for a better life than their fathers, why will they quite the farm for a mercenary life?
[tab]In light of this, the priests of Mammon make an offer which even rulers devout of Junil have a hard time declining. Let the royal market be seeded with a relic of the King of Avarice here, or one of his praying acoyltes there. Let his temples be unmolested in your capital. The people's hearts shall take up a little-- just a little--greed. So will their labors be intensified with avarice, and the nation profit.
[tab]Alas, such hubris has brought down empires. There is no such thing as a little greed, for Mammon is not a master content to share his subjects, and a people enslaved by their own base appetites are rare to rouse to the nobler callings of man.
 
Castle

Castle comes from the Bannor word "castilum" meaning "fortress". This is a diminutive of the word "castre", which means "fortified place". Castles were always something more, than just "fortified places" or "fortresses". This word originates back into the dark times of Age of Ice, when all of the Bannor settlements were fortified. People started to use a separate word for a cultural centre, where local administration resided. These places also became an army concentration centres and big training yards, where the most powerful Bannor units - the paladins, were trained. Back in those days people started to use a shortened form of "castilum", a "castil" and in the end, by binding this with a hard ending of a word "castre", a word castle appeared. Some are also trying to find a connection to a word "astlum", which means a strategic location, but these are yet not confirmed. The problem is, that Bannor language has twenty different meanings for a strategic location. I, by myself however do not exlude this possibility, because indeed castles as such were built in strategic locations.

"Language, one of the lost works", by Leonardo the Wise
 
Blasting Workshop

I stood in front of the door and hesitated. Should I go in? Everyone said that it would be a dangerous profession but I would like to work there. Eventually I entered the building.
It was a high building, since also big golems had to come through. There were two doors. One of them was open and led to to a room, in which were many pots with different content. A cauldron was boiling, a strange liquid substance in it.
The other door led to the backyard, where the master of this workshop stood together with a golem. I just wantd to go to him, as a fireball suddenly appeared. But it wasn’t the master to summon it but the golem. I applauded. Then, the master came to me.
‘Good morning! How can I help you?’
‘Good morning! I would like to ask if I can become your apprentice.’, I said.
‘An apprentice, eh? Why do you want to work here?’, he asked.
‘I read much abut this profession and I would like to help improving golems and working with arcane knowledge like you do. And everyone said it could be hazardous, but I am not afraid of it. I even don’t know what is so dangerous about it.’, I responded.
‘Well...’
A loud bang interupted him and threw us onto the ground. Some pieces of wood rained upon us. I looked back. There, where the room with the cauldron should be, were only burnt remains of the chamber.
‘... there is only the normal professional risk.’
 
Adventurers' Guild

"WANTED: Well-rounded adventurer for lengthy quest to retrieve the Amulet of Yendor. All backgrounds considered. Pets optional."
- Faded entry in Contract Book, Junon Adventurers' Guild


Oh, and hi :) I've been following this mod for a while, though haven't yet played it. I figure my upcoming exams are important, and downloading this mod would make me fail them :(

Keep up the awesomeness,
the_fish
 
Hippodrome:

"And, now he's also in the goal, what a beutiful race, king Tasunke walks to the winner to ask him some questions. But we all know it's about joining the army. The man in the chariot knows there is no way out of it anyway, since he is going to jail if not. Or even worser..."
 
Ring of Warding

"- As each of the magical devices a ring is hard to maintain. As you most likely know, or at least should know and yes I am speaking to you Mr. Kmathu, a ring is producing a mass of meta-energy. Its run on the basis of the first Kyorlins law. The power of protection is being sublimated from this chaos with use of the Sammus converters. These are placed in the big monoliths surrounding our city. Sammus was the first to discover the power of flare metal to convert primortial magical energy, by splitting it into all types of mana and then amplifying the enchantment form. So, Mr. Kmathu, what do you think would happen if a summoned creature appeared now in a proximity of up to 100 meters from the ring?
- Guh?
- Ah, yes, we were not paying attention, weren't we? Let me demonstrate.
The archmage whispered a few words of power, making a few quick moves with his hands and a disgusting swarm of bats appeared. He directed it by his hand to the ring. In one second everyone thought nothing will happen, but then a powerful blue-white energy discharge hit the swarm destroying it completely. The blast scrambled the young adepts and the archmage on the ground, injuring some of them. Archmage stood up, cleaned his robe from the dust and said.
- Well, it needs some adjustment. But sure it's working, isn't it?"
 
Hey, this is fun! I'm not too familiar with the world here (just what I've gathered from the Wiki), so replace the (name) in the following passage with an appropriate Amuritian adept-sounding name :)

Cave Of Ancestors

It was dark inside the cave. (name) was nervous. His feet shuffled forward on the dry rock as he edged his way towards the shadowed recesses in the gloom ahead, the ceremonial satchel heavy at his side. Reaching the first, he slowly knelt and, opening it with an incantation, carefully withdrew the glowing sphere that the Archmage had prepared. Red shadows thronged round him as he placed the sphere into the rock, eager to devour the sudden light.

His way thus lit, he straightened, and proceeded to the next recess. Here he withdrew a shimmering azure sphere, the shadows swarming in greedy anticipation, following his hand as it performed its arc. From there he continued his task, spheres casting their eerie glow over the bare rock: brilliant green, deep indigo, raging orange - until the colours merged and ran together into a blinding uniform white.

With the Ritual of the Gifts completed, and the spirits appeased, (name) closed the empty satchel and started to walk back to the cave entrance. The Archmage would be pleased.
 
Shrine of Sirona

The statue stood in the clearing, vines wrapping around the base. though it now stood at the center of a small village, around it were the ruins of a once magnificent city. To the natives living in the village, the statue was sacred, watching over them, preventing injury and sickness. indeed, the natives were extremely healthy and strong. it was this that inspired the elohim explorer to take it in wagon, and take it as a "gift."
The natives, enraged, pursued the explorer, even striking him a few times with thier arrows. though the arrows penetrated, they promptly fell out, and the explorer was unhurt. in triumph, he brought the statue back to the elohim lands, and was hailed as a hero for all the elohim to follow andadore.

Pretty bad story, but i didn't have much time :(
 
The Necrocomicon

"Aergebthus, Abelarbtus, Toterhuseh, Louneshu, come my dear, abyss masters. Feel this fertile, virgin soul. Jikarethel, Ionel, Korutozus, Zagerethmi listen to me, I entreat you all. By the names of the dead I command you to DIE!"
The young priestess, which was lying on the altar felt overwhelming cold. The suggestion was too strong, They were coming for her. She waited for this moment for her whole life. Yet now, as some sort of consciousness feedback started to reset her conditioning, she began to think. She saw Them and it was the last sane thing she remembered. The shrines hall filled with hers strident and terrifying scream. It ended in a second and a deadly silence come after. The High Priest of Overlords looked at her dead face and cried: "Praise our Lords". "Amen!" an insensible, low voice filled the silence, which came after the priestess cream. It came from a thousands of throats, of the men, who were standing in the hall, each one with his hands in the air, each one with a happy grin on his face, each one with a hypnotized look. The priestesses body slowly started to turn blue...
 
Ok, you want em, you get em.

Spoiler :

Catacomb Libralus
Ipsa scientia potestas est; Scire tuum nihil est, nisi te scire hoc sciat alter; Omnia mea mecum porto. Sharing knowledge we carry new power with us.

-Inscription above the gateway to the Catacomb LIberalus


Adventuers Guild

"BEHOLD! We arrive at last!"
"Where are we again?"
"We are here! Now we can begin to adventure!"
"What about all that stuff we did to get here?"
"That was just on our way to becoming adventurers..."
"Right but the blue headed toad dragon didnt...."
"It was nothing compared to the adventures yet to come."
"Yeah, but I told the princess we'd be back before..."
"NO! We are commited now to this guild, and to the stories it will make!"
"Stories? You have three songs sung by bards in the county about you. All of which are about drinking to excess and nudity."
"Right. We need new stories."

-Lance Mortam and Jov Kilngold before entering an adventurers guild.


Breeding Pit

"What are they doing down there?"
"What does it look like they're doing?"
"It looks like they're trying to jump over each other, but not quite making it."
"They're breeding."
"Oh."
"....You don't know what that means do you?"
"Yeah I do... it means... um..."
"Look, when two thralls love each other very very much..."

- Masterbreeder Lord Kutal explaining the facts of undeath to an apprentice.


Form of the Titan

"Do you think its big enough?"
"What, the statue? Yeah I'd say so, it took us a month to finish the thing, I'm just glad its done with."
"I feel like it should be bigger."
"Bigger? Its 80 feet tall? It's made of bronze and weighs more than a mountain, why does it need to be bigger?"
"Well, does it remind you of anyone?"
"Well, it kinda looks like the king...now that you mention it."
"Right, and do you remember that remark the queen made when she was mad and a bit drunk at that festival the other week?"
"You mean the one about his..."
"Yeah that one. You remember his reaction?"
"You're right, we should make the statue bigger."

-Engineers Thal and Kornt on the King's newly made likeness.


Harbor

"What'cha doin' Otis?"
"Sittin' in the mornin' sun."
"Got any plans for the day?"
"I'll be sittin' when the evenin' come."
"Oh...ok. What's the appeal?"
"Watching the ships roll in"
"Right, but..."
"And then I watch 'em roll away again, yeah"
"You must really like ships."
"I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay"
"Right, but what about when the ships are just sitting in harbor?"
"Watching the tide roll away"
"I see, shouldn't you get to work?"
"Ooo, I'm just sittin' on the dock of the bay."
"Mr. Cranshaw isn't gonna be happy to hear that. I mean he's gonna say you're..."
"Wastin' time"
"Right."

-Otis and Urlman in Sirisol bay.


Obsidian Gate

"Does it hurt?"
"No...of course not. Everyone on the other end has come through just fine."
"Explain to me how this works again."
"It scatters you into a million pieces and reassembles them on the other side."
"See - that sounds like that hurts."
"It's perfectly painless, the magic copies you and sends you as fast as thought to the other side."
"Wait, copies me? Where do I go?"
"To the other side, your copy appears right as the original is destroyed."
"Wait, what do you mean original? I..."
"No time for chit-chat, there's a war on, in you go!"

- Archmagus Milard Frando sending an adept through the Obsidian Gate.


Public Baths

"Tee hee hee!"

- Little boys and girls who run past the public baths of Numanoiya.


Ring of Warding

"BEHOLD!"
"Behold what? I dont see anything."
"The Ring of Warding. It's complete!"
"Ring of warding?"
"Yes!"
"What does it ward against?"
"Lots of things, creatures most vile, and beasts of monsterous...OW!"
"Apparently it doesn't ward against rocks."

- Wardenmage Ellis Forbarer and his former apprentice Joel Mouthgard



More when I think of them - RL beckons.
-Qes
 
Back
Top Bottom