So how much time is a turn? I mean how many days/months/years? With popgrowth happening every 5 turns it would come down to, for baseline humans, something like 3 years?
"Wohhooooo" Angus shouted as he dove through the piece of sky, spreading his arms and legs and with that the taut membranes of his wingsuit. He had sprung from the cliffs ledge close to his Gods workshop, tethered to a rope so he wouldnt fall of the island. Sailing downwards he aimed for another rope full of bloater that last nights windstorm had ripped of its anchoring point.
The line was almost ripe for its first tapping, all 25 bloaters were now in there 3rd year and had swollen considerably in the last months accumulating more and more gas. The herders not only used the gas for cooking but also as lights during the dark nights, illuminating the clifface with few dozen lanterns.
Falling into the light blue, wind rushed by Angus ears, here was the right place to be! Humans might not have been build for the air but they gave a fuck and conquered it anyway. Dominating the air was their biggest advantage even if the technique was stolen from the flying squirrels of the cityforrest but even before that they had employed kites of many shapes and used falcons to catch fat waterfowl that fed on the clouds of drifting algae. Just like such a falcon Angus shot down to the rope, stalling in the last second to catch the lazily drifting end.
The bloaters natural buoyancy stopped him almost gently as latched onto the 3 finger thick rope and he dared to breath deeper then before, the best part was over now. The only thing left to do was to wave the green scarf he had tucked under his shirt signalling the others to reel him in again.
Goibniu had watched the spectacle from the window of his "shrine", if you wanted to describe the workshop as that. Cutting, sewing and glueing he was working on a grand idea, an idea that would get his people of this rock and to other rocks! Soon they could trade with the other tribes maybe find out what these omnious "Forefathers" were up to.
"His" people learned so much over the last years, the new houses along the cliff for example were mostly woven* structures, like little spidernets and cocoons from the kudzu vines. The more woody vines were soaked in water and cooked till they were plyable enough to be bend. The result were spars, curved and straight that worked as frames for a good many things. They even had expanded theyr vine-yards considerably planting them all along the edge of the island only to let them grow wild till it was time to harvest increasing the amount of building material as much as possible.
Must have been his natural influence on people that gave them the idea to build houses just like theyr chairs and other furniture.
On the other hand his people didnt really have much to work with so a little bit of craftyness was to expected, gathering wood from the city was a dangerous idea with all the many dangerous things that waited under the foilage.
Once in a while a heave armed hunting party would go out trapping a few rats and squirrels for pelts and leather. Sometimes they brought in a bit old rebar from the ruins which was forged by one of the elders into new tools and weapons, that same old nut thaught the kids how to do it.
Even then though theyr weapons were mostly made of wood, spears with steel-tips, "swords" that consisted of a curved vine with an inset strip of steel that acted as edge** and bows with firehardened arrows. Metal of any shape or kind was hard to come by these days.
His 13 fingers stoped working, their tips bleeding just a little from the occasional picking with the dove-bone needle. "Yeah that might work." he said looking at the sealed fabric spanning over the wooden frame, project "hot air balloon" being well under way.
"Time to get some divinity." was his next though as he got up making a note to go to the "
Divinity Distribution Center" as well as the "
Celestial Information Center" to find the next years "Incentives".
Goibniu is on his way to the
DDC and
CIC (possible place's to meet chat & trade)
* like Basket-weaving
**like a curved single-edged
MacuahuitlOOC:
Quick question for the players: I guess the swarm and Chickens are natural fliers? The undead, werefoxes and lightningmonkeys seem to be unable to move around to other islands as off yet. Although the Fog could create a few new servants when he/she/it chooses to move itself to a new place.
Anyone keen on making on having a map?
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