Nov 12, 2019 4:11 pm
Let's see what your nations look like to other players! Write a 400 word post on the daily life of a citizen from another nation. Everyone who does gets a free city. Post your submissions here.
Bonus Event!
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Nov 13, 2019 3:14 pm
OOC:
is this part of our 4 maximum (so this week we make 3 + this one)? And I guess you mean other active player right? I'm asking because 4 post is tough already, so 5 will probably be a lot for most players (even though we can choose to do less :D )
Nov 13, 2019 4:05 pm
This is a bonus, so not part of the normal run, BUT, even if you forgo a regular post, you'll still get a city out of this one, which you'd normally only get after several posts.
Nov 14, 2019 2:47 pm
The life of a Merchant in The Malgeri Directive:
[ +- ] This Story more than 500 words.
Demadon Calign was born to a well off human family of merchants when the Covenant was at the point when its collapse was clearly imminent. His family ran off to the North to be amongst the resistance when he was a teen. Whether they truly believe in the cause of independence, or just joining for the sake of protection, they would never say. As the young man of the family, he picked up the trade of his father, which was about the buying and selling of goods no matter whether it was a time of political upheaval or peace. Luckily, now is the golden age of this new nation, which is a good time to try to make a name for himself amongst his other competitors.
His daily routine is simple. Leave his flower-decorated home in the Second Ring, otherwise known as the residential district, and head off to work in the Third Ring, which is the commercial district. He travels on foot, and has to contend with the busy crowd in the morning. The many guards on the streets help to direct the flow of traffic. The route from his house to his workplace only has 2 security checkpoints, which is better compared to others. As he approaches his store, the yells of stall merchants mixed in with the shouts of the traffic guards can be heard all throughout the busy street.
Upon arrival, he will open up his shop that may look identical as to its neighbours, but inside, it is stock full of food and medicinal products. Demadon will check through his stocks, which are both sourced from within The Malgeri Directive and the other nations that survived the fall of the old empire. He is thankful that at least the strict government haven’t decided to micro-manage the food supply, and that independent businesses can still flourish despite the highly standardised appearance of the city.
One day, there was an influx of refugees from settlement the Lake Wood. Rumour was that it was invaded by half-bird, half-human creatures. These invaders attacked out of nowhere and were never seen before by anyone during the era of The Covenant’s reign, and so the common idea of the public is to believe that the refugees are somewhat mistaken. This onset of refugees made travelling to work a huge pain. The security is now tripled in waiting time. So in general, public opinion is very poor about these newcomers.
One day, as he was waiting in line into the city carrying supplies he bought for his store from the fishermen at Malask Bay, he was poked in the back by a suspicious figure. Standing behind him were a group of men wrapped in leather in a very bizarre fashion. They had hoods that are shaped like long funnels that block their faces. The one that poked him said: "Ay, sar… Wood ya like ta buy mah fish? I promise they ah really good. Too good that yo people stop me from selling. Heh. Listen, if ya help me out, it wood be worth it."
Demadon figured he could try out whatever this exotic person have in mind, and paid for a few fish. He then loaded the special fish into his cart underneath the other goods so as to bypass the security. Long story short, turns out the fish has a really curious ability that makes the consumer feel a brief high. Soon, demand of his fish rose quick, and his business booms. However, perhaps he have gotten too much attention, as he gains the scrutiny of both his competitors and the government...
His daily routine is simple. Leave his flower-decorated home in the Second Ring, otherwise known as the residential district, and head off to work in the Third Ring, which is the commercial district. He travels on foot, and has to contend with the busy crowd in the morning. The many guards on the streets help to direct the flow of traffic. The route from his house to his workplace only has 2 security checkpoints, which is better compared to others. As he approaches his store, the yells of stall merchants mixed in with the shouts of the traffic guards can be heard all throughout the busy street.
Upon arrival, he will open up his shop that may look identical as to its neighbours, but inside, it is stock full of food and medicinal products. Demadon will check through his stocks, which are both sourced from within The Malgeri Directive and the other nations that survived the fall of the old empire. He is thankful that at least the strict government haven’t decided to micro-manage the food supply, and that independent businesses can still flourish despite the highly standardised appearance of the city.
One day, there was an influx of refugees from settlement the Lake Wood. Rumour was that it was invaded by half-bird, half-human creatures. These invaders attacked out of nowhere and were never seen before by anyone during the era of The Covenant’s reign, and so the common idea of the public is to believe that the refugees are somewhat mistaken. This onset of refugees made travelling to work a huge pain. The security is now tripled in waiting time. So in general, public opinion is very poor about these newcomers.
One day, as he was waiting in line into the city carrying supplies he bought for his store from the fishermen at Malask Bay, he was poked in the back by a suspicious figure. Standing behind him were a group of men wrapped in leather in a very bizarre fashion. They had hoods that are shaped like long funnels that block their faces. The one that poked him said: "Ay, sar… Wood ya like ta buy mah fish? I promise they ah really good. Too good that yo people stop me from selling. Heh. Listen, if ya help me out, it wood be worth it."
Demadon figured he could try out whatever this exotic person have in mind, and paid for a few fish. He then loaded the special fish into his cart underneath the other goods so as to bypass the security. Long story short, turns out the fish has a really curious ability that makes the consumer feel a brief high. Soon, demand of his fish rose quick, and his business booms. However, perhaps he have gotten too much attention, as he gains the scrutiny of both his competitors and the government...
Last edited November 15, 2019 6:02 am
Nov 14, 2019 3:01 pm
Post 0: The Outcast
Bonus Event: The daily life of a citizen from another nation.
(The Soul Trader)
Oszeth… the desert jewel of outcasts. Ab Tajir knew this was the last time he would see it as he looked back. But he had a good time...
He was, like most people in that forsaken land, expelled from the crumbling imperial lands. Apparently, they didn’t like his "experimental approaches to the study of living essences". Losers. They barely knew what research was about, those damned wizards at the court! Like many before him, the desert was meant to be his end. Little did those arrogant imperial mages knew, as an entire city, raised under the authority of this suspicious Shadow King just stood there waiting for him. This King was supposed to be a godlike, most likely evil, entity that slept under the sands of time, but he would bet it was just a made up religious myth for the council to enforce its rule. No one ever saw him and Ab Tajir pretty much doubted he ever existed. Anyway, as long as the king, shadow or light, allowed his research, he would settle in just fine. And fine he did!
Of course, he started humbly. A little wizardry trick here and there to… "collect" enough to leave the streets and get some place. Well, technically, get someone to kick someone else out of a place. That’s the way things worked around Vax Kaggath and he was very comfortable with it. Good relationships were made that day. Strong loyalties were bound by coin and his little wizardry shop grew quickly. People here appreciated his arts in ways those royals could never do. He also learned more than ever, optimizing spells and components. Corrathix were a major discovery, the missing ingredient. With these creatures he could finally develop the containers required to store his most astonishing produce! And so he became known as the Soul Trader.
His research into absorbing, manipulating and storing a creature’s own essence was a success. Really, in a city where the only law is survival, his services were frequently requested when someone needed to… magically disappear. Then everything changed with that eruption. He thought, at first, that it changed for the better. His shop burned down and he lost most of his work but, with the connection he had made, he quickly put his thugs to good use, took over a couple of gangs and laid out some rules in the reconstructed neighbourhood. Like a king, he oversaw extortions, beatings, mostly unprovoked killings and that new Paladin the council completely destroyed? Brilliant move, he had to admit. For him even better! A source of soulless bodies for the dark Paladin to raise, souls for the free mages to use as components, and total control of his turf and Corrathix smuggling. Ah! Life was going well. Just until then...
Bonus Event: The daily life of a citizen from another nation.
(The Soul Trader)
Oszeth… the desert jewel of outcasts. Ab Tajir knew this was the last time he would see it as he looked back. But he had a good time...
He was, like most people in that forsaken land, expelled from the crumbling imperial lands. Apparently, they didn’t like his "experimental approaches to the study of living essences". Losers. They barely knew what research was about, those damned wizards at the court! Like many before him, the desert was meant to be his end. Little did those arrogant imperial mages knew, as an entire city, raised under the authority of this suspicious Shadow King just stood there waiting for him. This King was supposed to be a godlike, most likely evil, entity that slept under the sands of time, but he would bet it was just a made up religious myth for the council to enforce its rule. No one ever saw him and Ab Tajir pretty much doubted he ever existed. Anyway, as long as the king, shadow or light, allowed his research, he would settle in just fine. And fine he did!
Of course, he started humbly. A little wizardry trick here and there to… "collect" enough to leave the streets and get some place. Well, technically, get someone to kick someone else out of a place. That’s the way things worked around Vax Kaggath and he was very comfortable with it. Good relationships were made that day. Strong loyalties were bound by coin and his little wizardry shop grew quickly. People here appreciated his arts in ways those royals could never do. He also learned more than ever, optimizing spells and components. Corrathix were a major discovery, the missing ingredient. With these creatures he could finally develop the containers required to store his most astonishing produce! And so he became known as the Soul Trader.
His research into absorbing, manipulating and storing a creature’s own essence was a success. Really, in a city where the only law is survival, his services were frequently requested when someone needed to… magically disappear. Then everything changed with that eruption. He thought, at first, that it changed for the better. His shop burned down and he lost most of his work but, with the connection he had made, he quickly put his thugs to good use, took over a couple of gangs and laid out some rules in the reconstructed neighbourhood. Like a king, he oversaw extortions, beatings, mostly unprovoked killings and that new Paladin the council completely destroyed? Brilliant move, he had to admit. For him even better! A source of soulless bodies for the dark Paladin to raise, souls for the free mages to use as components, and total control of his turf and Corrathix smuggling. Ah! Life was going well. Just until then...
Last edited November 18, 2019 9:13 am
Nov 18, 2019 11:01 pm
The low-level view of the nation around a character is one I've always enjoyed, and these two are no exception. I already know where the Marches wants its city. Where does New Zaangoria want theirs?
Nov 19, 2019 7:41 am
I thought I have already told you in discord? It will be at the first province that has the trading route lead into New Zaangoria if one come down from the Malgeri Directive.
Nov 20, 2019 7:03 pm
Oh, yes, you did, I'm sorry. I think I wasn't expecting to have it so soon, and it slipped off the very miniscule portion of recording tape my brain has left.
It's on the map though.
It's on the map though.