Community Request: Building Pedia Entries

I know you asked for original ideas but I couldn't think of anything that would better suit wyrmhold:-

This is where the dragons went. They lie .. Not dead, not asleep. Not waiting, because waiting implies expectation. Possibly the word we're looking for here is ... dormant.
And although the space they occupy isn't like normal space, nevertheless they are packed in tightly. Not a cubic inch there but is fliled by a claw, a talon, a scale, the tip of a tail, so the effect is like one of those trick drawings and your eyeballs eventually realize that the space between each dragon is, in fact, another dragon.
They could put you in mind of a can of sardines, if you thought sardines were huge and scaly and proud and arrogant.
And presumably, somewhere there's the key.

Terry Pratchett - Guards Guards
 
"No animal was harmed in the making of my fine leather garments!"

- A claim made by the Calabim master tailor Rax Tumini (as it happens also an entirely accurate claim.)
 
Inn
When merchants comes to town it is easy to tell if they are experienced or not. Some will go strait to the most grandiose building around. Often that is the castle, or some other military instillation. Those would be the inexperienced, stupid, or drunk. The merchants who knows their worth will go strait to the inn, to meet with others and haggle over prices. It is in these unassuming building where fortuns are made and destroyed. Anyone entering the inns doors has a chance of coming out a richer man, hopefully. The inn keeper is often the most knowledgeable person in town, privy to more secrets then any other four people put together. Even if you only need a rest for the night there is always some wounded hero who, for a drink, can entertain you with a tale until you are ready to retire for the night.
 
Wyrmhold

.....Once I set the sea alight
with a single fiery breath....
Once i was so mighty that i thought
my name was death....
Sing out loud until you're eaten
song of melancholy bliss,
For the mighty and the middling
all shall come to this....

-Part of an epic poem, The Worm Guangath inscribed on the walls of the wyrmhold
 
here's a few efforts on my part:

Bowyer - "A Bowyer, most would call me. Heh. Those who know better refer to me as an artists. The finest bows in all the kingdoms, I make. The greatest archers use nothing else. The Flurries of Nimarail, the Marksmen of Torrolerial , even elves from Evermore come to me when they need bows. You wont find better bows anywhere, and don't let no one tell you otherwise."

Catacomb Libralus - The instructors who study in the Catacomb aquire so much arcane knowledge that little more than eager students are all that's needed to establish a new guild.

Breeding Pit - On the surface, the "breeding" pits of the Calabim appear to be a cheap, efficient, yet truelly disgusting way of producing inexpensive meat for the masses. The disturbing truth, though, is that nothing is bred here, or even produced, for that matter. They are little more than slaughter houses for human bodies that have been sucked dry by the vampires. Having little taste for the meat, themselves, but seeing no point in waisting it, the vampires have been feeding the remains of "lost" relatives back to the populous for generations.

Governors Manor - "The governors mmmm... lavish tastes will require mmmm... special accommodations. mmmm... Mustn't question the mmm... plan, lest you becommmm... a new addition."

Gridlines - It is said that Barnaxus himself would often appear to become agitated when trying to teach the lesser golem how to properly defend a settlement. They would often stray from their posts or even leave the settlement completely in search of enemies to "bash." Dorsin Kriplish, recognizing that golem would not stray from the roads upon marching into battles until the enemy was upon them, devised this system of lines and markers to prevent golem from straying from their posts unless explicitly instructed to do so. The results have been quite impressive.

Demons Altar - "Gut 'im." "No, burn 'im." "I say we slit his throut." "Well who asked you anyways? I say we gut 'im. They likes the guts the most." "Maybe, but they likes 'em toasty, too." "Can we just kill 'im already?" "Oh shut up, you. Maybe you'd like to be next." "Hmmm, what if we burn him, and gut the young'in?" "Hmmmm..." "Hey! You can't do that. I'm the one the cought the little thing." "Oh, I don't think they'll really care. Come 'ere you..."

Forge -
"Klank, Klank, hammer on rod,
klink, klink, hammer on blade,
sizzle in the water and spark on the stone
the simple sword for simple men.

Gurgle and bubble in the pot
fizzle and steam in mold
painted, sharpened, and polished by hand
the pride of a dwarf is in his ax."
Traditional dwarvish work song (translated).

Grove - "Well, to be perfectly honest with you, son, I have no idea what the place is like. Only folks that ever seem to go in or out are the weird kind who don't spend much time in town as it is. I reckon it's a pretty dark kinda place, bein' as them folks is kinda dark and mysterious like. Not many really know, not wanting to go in an see fer themselves, and certainly not about to discuss it with them folks that do. You remember the story bout the fox and the eagle... no wait, the one about the eagle and the hare... or maybe it was the fox and the hare... well, all I'm sayin' is don't be too curious, y'know."

Large Animal Stables - The savage people who first rode the large beasts in battle spent their entire existence around the animals and were quite talented in gathering the animals from the wild when they were needed for warfare. When the more civilized people began to utilize the beasts, special lodgings were required.

Moneychanger - A practice originally only practiced by wealthy dwarves, money changing eventually made its way to all the peoples of Erebus, and permits a certain economic affluence that would not be possible, otherwise.

Public Baths - "To wallow in the filth of others is a small price to pay to experience the debauchery of communal bathing." - Anonymous

Song of Autumn -
"Oh thee Song of Autumn, of ancient elvish tongue,
most pleasant of sounds to hear,
beauty unspeakable, but most happily sung,
thy melodies beckon me there."

Training Yard - Children can fight with wooden swords on the farms and in the streets and we call it play. Give a young man a steal blade and it becomes practice. Give that young man proper instruction and it becomes training. Then you will have the makings of a soldier.
 
I dont know where the following could be used. But I have my breifly poetic moments and something I said on a Youtube thread struck me as potentially useful for FFH2. Please feel free to mod it as necessary, i trust this community to understand the nature and feel of the words I smithed upon the vlogs of youtubia.

On a video concerning the Westburo Babtist protesters

I do so imagine, were Armageddon to come with the legions of demons, and the "righteous" claimed it was homosexuality and abortion that brought them nigh; that when asked the demons would respond with a smile: "No, it was your hate that called to us..."
-Qes

-Qes

Random addtional statement not worth its own post: Thomas I really liked your wormhold poem.
 
I'd like to apologize at this point for taking so long after my "a couple of days" promise. I haven't forgotten about this thread, but I've simply been very busy with a majorly-fun-but-majorly-time-consuming-project that has, well, been taking up most of my time. Hopefully I should get it finished within a week - I'll get back to writing cute* little Octopus Overlord stories after that.



* For the appropriate definitions of cute. (Like the ones you'd get if you asked Perpentach.)
 
A small entry for the gambling house:

"I'm sorry to disturb you sir," said the messenger, "But some rough looking men arrived at your house a few moments ago, claiming you owe them money, and when they saw you weren't there, they set the house on fire!" Vealun let out a grunt, and continued gambling. "Aren't you going to do something," said the messenger, panicing slightly. "Look, things could be worse," Vealun finally responded, "Now leave me alone, I just need one more lucky roll..."
 
Added the following entries:

Code of Junil by Gamestation
Bazaar of Mammon by Nikis-Knight
Harbor by QES
Infirmary by QES
"Wyrmhold" by thomas.berubeg (used on the Dragon Bones unique feature, Wyrmhold doesn't exist anymore but this entry is to good to not use)

Im going to look through them again. I know I dont check this thread on a daily basis but I do go through it for major updates to see whats out there. I will also updated the first thread to keep it current.

I'll even offer a sneak peak of a pedia entry from one of the new wonders in "Shadow":

The citizens marched into the city plaza picketing and demanding the liberties their neighbors possessed. They chanted and screamed at the palace as Flauros watched from his balcony. For hours they demonstrated, becoming bolder as the day went on, and more citizens joined.

The Moroi stood their posts, they didn't threaten or seem aware of the horde of violent protestors before them. The citizens toppled statues in the plaza, destroyed benches and shook the palace gates and still Flauros waited.

A wave of euphoria struck the crowd, they had risen up and Flauros hadn't responded. They were not powerless, they weren't afraid, Flauros was afraid of them. This thought intoxicated them, generations of the Calabim have suffered without complaint or voice, complacent in their fear. But their fear was gone now, they were a new people united against their cruel aristocracy.

The sun dipped into the horizon, bathing the protestors in the reds and oranges of early night. Lengthening the shadows of the buildings until they reached out across the plaza like dark teeth on the worn granite cobblestones. For a heartbeat the angry wild cries of the protestors stopped as the shadows covered them, there was silence in the plaza. Then came the screams.

In the morning, where there once was graceful statues and benches there was now a giant pillar of granite, iron and blood. Hundreds of barbed chains were woven around the tower and held fast by those chains were all those that protested the day before. Most were torn bodies ripped to pieces and hung on the chains, but a few still lived and writhed within its grasp.

Flauros would often stand on his balcony and admire what he called the Rose of Prespur. With its thorns and blood stained top it almost seemed as such. Regardless of its artistic merits the people of Prespur never protested again.
 
Because we've done something to the CotD.
 
The new civilopedia entry is just fantastic.
I just wonder considered that the wonder is called Rose of Prespur if it is available only to Calabim, or if it's already built at turn 1 in Prespur or it's a wonder like the others.


Have you guys already made the model for that wonder :crazyeye: i'm sure it would be really beatiful to see.
 
Well, it says that Flauros calls it the Rose of Prespur; it doesn't say that that is its proper name.

I remember that a while back Kael said that the Clan would start the game with the Eternal Flame in their first city of Braduk, but only after you have gotten the trophy for winning the game as the Clan. Perhaps the Rose of Prespur is a similar reward for winning a game as the Calabim. Who knows, there could be one such wonder for every civ.
 
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