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It's actually slightly below the Arctic Circle. Besides, as I said, it is the only land bridge between east and west.
JNES: Learning to Walk
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Symphony D.
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lurker's comment: I don't know if you know this Xen, but you can walk across ice if it's more than about 3 - 4" thick. 
If it's more than that you can easily build roads over it and haul freight, as they do in Canada's northern parts in the winter.
Plus that strait is actually rather south of the arctic areas on the map, meaning it's no worse than Scotland or Norway.
If it's more than that you can easily build roads over it and haul freight, as they do in Canada's northern parts in the winter.Plus that strait is actually rather south of the arctic areas on the map, meaning it's no worse than Scotland or Norway.
Kentharu
Zebra Commander
What a dreaded thing this cold was sometimes. Ripping away at a mans very soul, slowly molding over it. Such a dim reminder that we are mere mortals, in that cold expanse of rock and stone. Jagged and black toothed, like some demon beast, preying down on all us little rabbits beneath his claw. What fear we had once, of that great mountain, thinking it were a god in slumber or some deep contemplation. But now we traverse those mountains with ease, our swordsmen now diverse in the ways of survival in such harsh climates, we have even begun building some settlements along the lower regions of the great mount. Lumba Markoro (thats the mountain north of the capital of course).
ooc holy crap im lazy lol well just thought i should get 1 story in not much of a story mroe like extra back ground info
ooc holy crap im lazy lol well just thought i should get 1 story in not much of a story mroe like extra back ground info
Insane_Panda
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awesome update Jason. 
fox moonglow
Chieftain
Misa Squirrel let the tent flap close behind him, only to be greeted by a bright flash across the sky and an ominous, rolling noise following. He sighed, wiping back his jet black hair, which was plastered to his scalp with all this rain.
Damn it! The weather had the river going too fast for canoes! He hadjust spoken to the dreamwalkers, and Sky Eagle wasn't responding to their attempts to communicate, so it could be hours or even days before it let up. They had been delayed long enough only a few hours outside Liviia, and he didn't want to wait any longer.
As far as Misa was concerned, this whole mission was purposeless; making peace with the barbarians of the hills would never happen: they were the whole reason there are only seven clans instead of twelve. Ah well, as he remembered the two feathers tied to the back of his tunic. If he were successful, there would surely be a third joining them. That would win over dear Lini's heart.
As if to contradict him, another bolt flashed through the sky, briefly illuminatinga messenger running up the hill towards him. "Sir! The barbarians had arrived." So soon? He figured it would be at least a day before they met anyone.
"They wish to talk."
OOC: This would be random-insignifigant-NPC-tribe-#208 or somesuch... unless the PC nations near us initiate it, I believe it reasonable that Liviia remain relatively ignorant of the other two nations until the next update (i.e.; knowledgeable of, but no formal contact has yet been made).
Damn it! The weather had the river going too fast for canoes! He hadjust spoken to the dreamwalkers, and Sky Eagle wasn't responding to their attempts to communicate, so it could be hours or even days before it let up. They had been delayed long enough only a few hours outside Liviia, and he didn't want to wait any longer.
As far as Misa was concerned, this whole mission was purposeless; making peace with the barbarians of the hills would never happen: they were the whole reason there are only seven clans instead of twelve. Ah well, as he remembered the two feathers tied to the back of his tunic. If he were successful, there would surely be a third joining them. That would win over dear Lini's heart.
As if to contradict him, another bolt flashed through the sky, briefly illuminatinga messenger running up the hill towards him. "Sir! The barbarians had arrived." So soon? He figured it would be at least a day before they met anyone.
"They wish to talk."
OOC: This would be random-insignifigant-NPC-tribe-#208 or somesuch... unless the PC nations near us initiate it, I believe it reasonable that Liviia remain relatively ignorant of the other two nations until the next update (i.e.; knowledgeable of, but no formal contact has yet been made).
Symphony D. said:lurker's comment: I don't know if you know this Xen, but you can walk across ice if it's more than about 3 - 4" thick.
Plus that strait is actually rather south of the arctic areas on the map, meaning it's no worse than Scotland or Norway.
tundra=cold as fook= people dont like the area. Mongols didnt extned thier empire into the cold north for a reason, as others before Russia didnt because its cold as fook, and it isnt good to either support large populations, or even have large numbers of troops around for any sort of an extended period thgat far north without relitivlly modern methods of keeping war availible to you.
and whiel the area itself isnt turndra, its still cold as fook, and any sane person woudl use a boat, which is much faster transport to begin with.
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Xen said:
Yet people still dwelt there, for some reason. Apparently we northerners know *some* secret you southrons have forgotten.
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Xen said:you forget- by birth, I am a yankee
its just a fact of life that cold as fook = crap
I prefer cold to heat, thank you very much.
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Did I say it was tundra? I still think I'd prefer tundra to desert, and I *do* prefer dozen foot snow drifts to sand dunes.
Symphony D.
Deity
lurker's comment:
A 5 - 25 mile strait isn't exactly a huge distance to go on foot either, especially with say, sleds.
The man picked his own spot, don't rag on him for doing so.
Leave that for the mod.
You yourself just said no ice-breakers and presumed it would be iced over the vast majority of the time. Boats are therefore not an option. Don't contradict yourself.Xen said:
A 5 - 25 mile strait isn't exactly a huge distance to go on foot either, especially with say, sleds.Vikings. Scots. Rus. Ainu. Etc.Xen said:
The man picked his own spot, don't rag on him for doing so.
Leave that for the mod. 
JosefStalinator
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The History of Doleatopia, Chapter 1: Pre-Clintonian Society
The era before Clinton, approximately 350 BD (Before Dole) and back, was an era of upheaval and uncertainty. The peoples of what would later be Doleatopia would scrape meager livings off of hunting bison and rudimentary farming along the Dole, with nearly no irrigation techniques past digging ditches and carrying water.
An ancient Dolian pot, circa 350 BD
Soon however, the irrigated peoples began to settle down and grow in population, forming small tribes around the mouth of the Dole river and further upstream.
They sustained themselves on their grown food and traded with the hunters in the plains of Dole and the foresters for lumber in Lord Robert's Brush.
A map of the tribes of ancient Doleatopia, with modern day outer-walls drawn in black
Soon all the society would change however, as the region was quickly plunged into a nearly 200 year long era of warfare, fighting for control of the Dole river basin....
The era before Clinton, approximately 350 BD (Before Dole) and back, was an era of upheaval and uncertainty. The peoples of what would later be Doleatopia would scrape meager livings off of hunting bison and rudimentary farming along the Dole, with nearly no irrigation techniques past digging ditches and carrying water.
An ancient Dolian pot, circa 350 BD
Soon however, the irrigated peoples began to settle down and grow in population, forming small tribes around the mouth of the Dole river and further upstream.
They sustained themselves on their grown food and traded with the hunters in the plains of Dole and the foresters for lumber in Lord Robert's Brush.
A map of the tribes of ancient Doleatopia, with modern day outer-walls drawn in black
Soon all the society would change however, as the region was quickly plunged into a nearly 200 year long era of warfare, fighting for control of the Dole river basin....
JosefStalinator
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The History of Doleatopia, Chapter 2: Clinton's rise to tyranny
In about 150 BD, the era of warfare had completely exhausted the Dole River Basin. The population of Doleatopia had fallen to a mere 65% of what it had once been at its peak, with most males of working age (12 or older) dead from the war, leaving the women to work the farms. Their labor did not prove enough, and soon a combination of famine and terrible harvests struck the various tribes of Doleatopia.
It was about this time that the most retched and evil peoples, those led by the Democratites, a nomadic tribe originating in the west, arrived near Doleatopia. They quickly overwhelmed the hunters of the West and began hoarding their pelts, ordering rediculous prices of already rare food, dealing the final blow to the economy of Doleatopia, and soon the entire region was depressed and poor, even farmers could hardly scrape by a living off their foodstuffs.
The Democratites attacked, burning the farms and subjugating the people of Doleatopia to slavery. They then left, leaving a garrisson and a cruel leader named William Clinton I as the new King of Doleatopia. His first initiatives were to force the Doleatopians to build great monuments to him, statues, bridges, and even a large pyramid as a tomb upon his death.
He named Doleatopia Clintown, and took personal possession of all land in his juristiction, leaving the rest to his sons and setting up a clear line of succession upon his death. The Doleatopians attempted a resistance, but found it futile, starving and lacking any manpower the few revolts were crushed and all associated executed with impunity.
An artists rendering of what many of the mass hangings would have looked like
Clinton the terrible soon died, but his sons continued his dynasty well into the 50 BD's, until finally a miracle from God himself would change Doleatopia forever...
In about 150 BD, the era of warfare had completely exhausted the Dole River Basin. The population of Doleatopia had fallen to a mere 65% of what it had once been at its peak, with most males of working age (12 or older) dead from the war, leaving the women to work the farms. Their labor did not prove enough, and soon a combination of famine and terrible harvests struck the various tribes of Doleatopia.
It was about this time that the most retched and evil peoples, those led by the Democratites, a nomadic tribe originating in the west, arrived near Doleatopia. They quickly overwhelmed the hunters of the West and began hoarding their pelts, ordering rediculous prices of already rare food, dealing the final blow to the economy of Doleatopia, and soon the entire region was depressed and poor, even farmers could hardly scrape by a living off their foodstuffs.
The Democratites attacked, burning the farms and subjugating the people of Doleatopia to slavery. They then left, leaving a garrisson and a cruel leader named William Clinton I as the new King of Doleatopia. His first initiatives were to force the Doleatopians to build great monuments to him, statues, bridges, and even a large pyramid as a tomb upon his death.
He named Doleatopia Clintown, and took personal possession of all land in his juristiction, leaving the rest to his sons and setting up a clear line of succession upon his death. The Doleatopians attempted a resistance, but found it futile, starving and lacking any manpower the few revolts were crushed and all associated executed with impunity.
An artists rendering of what many of the mass hangings would have looked like
Clinton the terrible soon died, but his sons continued his dynasty well into the 50 BD's, until finally a miracle from God himself would change Doleatopia forever...
Plexus
Architeuthidae puericomedentis
THE KINGDOM OF ALAHRE
Inscription from tomb of Arenac I in commemoration of the victory over the Pirate King of Salana:
"Ralashtan ca eruko ael carmén testel amenai delur ca dajir súmes,
sebes di cashé ca eijat baer ael curam rasatím wa."
"Let the ashes of this once proud port serve as a reminder,
all those who seek to disrupt the flow of trade will surely perish."
...
Hundreds of men were marshaled into boats waiting at the shoreline, hands bound together, and necks leashed to the next man in line. The spoils of war.
It had not taken long to subdue the pirate king's stronghold once his ships had been smashed upon very shoals in which they had found their berth.
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@Jason, I'll PM you the division of the Alahric armed forces soon.
Inscription from tomb of Arenac I in commemoration of the victory over the Pirate King of Salana:
"Ralashtan ca eruko ael carmén testel amenai delur ca dajir súmes,
sebes di cashé ca eijat baer ael curam rasatím wa."
"Let the ashes of this once proud port serve as a reminder,
all those who seek to disrupt the flow of trade will surely perish."
...
Hundreds of men were marshaled into boats waiting at the shoreline, hands bound together, and necks leashed to the next man in line. The spoils of war.
It had not taken long to subdue the pirate king's stronghold once his ships had been smashed upon very shoals in which they had found their berth.
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@Jason, I'll PM you the division of the Alahric armed forces soon.
JosefStalinator
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The History of Doleatopia, Chapter 3: Lord Dole the Great's revolution
It was in 0 BD that the history of Doleatopia was forever changed by the arrival of a stranger from the North, a stranger who would later be known as our lord and Savior Lord Dole.
He came by cover of darkness, having descended from heaven on the holy Mt. Dolympus. Upon his descension he was raised by wolves until the age of 20, at which age he set forth for his destiny in Doleatopia.
The evil Clinton V was now ruling Doleatopia, and at this time he was proving himself more brutal than any of his predecessors. He ordered 5 pyramids to be built, and for every year one was not built 300 acres of farmland were burned to the ground.
Dole came to Doleatopia a poor man, with nothing but a bear skin coat (now harbored in the cathedral) and soon found work as a laborer in one of the outlying farms, and managed to escape Clinton's wrath for more than 10 years.
In these 10 years Dole made contact with many other disgruntled tribal leaders, and even got to befriend the loyalist Doleatopian Duke Judas of Delta. It was upon his 30th birthday that Clinton V finally died, and Dole initiated a plan he had long in the making.
At the ceremonies of "celebration" (where Doleatopians were forced to pay their respects for their King) Dole took advantage of the great mob amassed to attack the guards and seize control of the royal palace where the ceremonies were taking place. He then took the body of Clinton V and hung it from atop a great tree in Doleatopia Square from its feet, and ceremoniously burned it to the delight of the crowd. The democratite garrisson clashed with the Doleatopians, but weak and spoiled by years of living off the toil and sweat of the strong and conditioned Doleatopians the Democratites were no match for the Doleatopian forces.
Dole quickly united Doleatopia under his reign as a new just King, all except one. The Delta province, under his good friend Judas, still remained loyal to the Democratites. Being situated between two seperate branches of the Dole Delta the remaining democratites and loyalists destroyed the two main bridges and held out, dispatching messengers to the east to alert the great Democratite Khan. Repeated assaults were repelled by the loyalists as the determined Doleatopians attempted to storm the battlements they had set up.
Soon however food stocks dwindled, and Lord Dole took advantage of this to make the hardest decision of his life; challenge his good friend Judas to a duel. The conditions? A victory by Dole would result in surrender and persecution of the Doleatopian traitors in the Delta. A defeat would cede the lands of Doleatopia to its Democratite rulers.
Dole is seen here with his second, his son Harold, preparing to battle Judas for control of Doleatopia
It was in 0 BD that the history of Doleatopia was forever changed by the arrival of a stranger from the North, a stranger who would later be known as our lord and Savior Lord Dole.
He came by cover of darkness, having descended from heaven on the holy Mt. Dolympus. Upon his descension he was raised by wolves until the age of 20, at which age he set forth for his destiny in Doleatopia.
The evil Clinton V was now ruling Doleatopia, and at this time he was proving himself more brutal than any of his predecessors. He ordered 5 pyramids to be built, and for every year one was not built 300 acres of farmland were burned to the ground.
Dole came to Doleatopia a poor man, with nothing but a bear skin coat (now harbored in the cathedral) and soon found work as a laborer in one of the outlying farms, and managed to escape Clinton's wrath for more than 10 years.
In these 10 years Dole made contact with many other disgruntled tribal leaders, and even got to befriend the loyalist Doleatopian Duke Judas of Delta. It was upon his 30th birthday that Clinton V finally died, and Dole initiated a plan he had long in the making.
At the ceremonies of "celebration" (where Doleatopians were forced to pay their respects for their King) Dole took advantage of the great mob amassed to attack the guards and seize control of the royal palace where the ceremonies were taking place. He then took the body of Clinton V and hung it from atop a great tree in Doleatopia Square from its feet, and ceremoniously burned it to the delight of the crowd. The democratite garrisson clashed with the Doleatopians, but weak and spoiled by years of living off the toil and sweat of the strong and conditioned Doleatopians the Democratites were no match for the Doleatopian forces.
Dole quickly united Doleatopia under his reign as a new just King, all except one. The Delta province, under his good friend Judas, still remained loyal to the Democratites. Being situated between two seperate branches of the Dole Delta the remaining democratites and loyalists destroyed the two main bridges and held out, dispatching messengers to the east to alert the great Democratite Khan. Repeated assaults were repelled by the loyalists as the determined Doleatopians attempted to storm the battlements they had set up.
Soon however food stocks dwindled, and Lord Dole took advantage of this to make the hardest decision of his life; challenge his good friend Judas to a duel. The conditions? A victory by Dole would result in surrender and persecution of the Doleatopian traitors in the Delta. A defeat would cede the lands of Doleatopia to its Democratite rulers.
Dole is seen here with his second, his son Harold, preparing to battle Judas for control of Doleatopia
Symphony D. said:lurker's comment:
Vikings. Scots. Rus. Ainu. Etc.
The man picked his own spot, don't rag on him for doing so.
Scots have virtually no Tundra, its the wind that gets you so cold. Its all green up there. I live in England and ive been there
Its just (or was) a healthy discussion on climates
das
Regeneration In Process
Xen, were icebreakers available in 16th century when Arkhangelsk became a significant trade center?
Never underestimate fur trade. Although I'm sceptical about the strategic importance of Bistonia so early on as well.
Btw, this brings us to this question - Jason, will there be climatical changes? Such as Little Ice Age and so forth?
Never underestimate fur trade. Although I'm sceptical about the strategic importance of Bistonia so early on as well.
Btw, this brings us to this question - Jason, will there be climatical changes? Such as Little Ice Age and so forth?
Jason The King
Deity
das said:
That is a possibility.
btw, I am moving into my dorm tomorrow (woot!), so I probably wont be available all day.
das said:
well considering its very doubful that history have even hear dof the place, out side reisdents and people in thear (I've never heard of it at least, and while it may be presumptious, I'm willing to bet the vast majority of people on earth havent as well, unlike say, Constantinople/Istanbul, or New York- truelly significant centers of trade. Obviouslly enough, I'm highlly skepticle fo what you term "signinificant center of trade" actually being such ionstead of "a tiny, insignificant place in the middle of nowhere, but in that regard, its still the biggest thing up there" which isnt, in my eyes, the same thing.
