Recently I shared a few of the
subsystems I was using to run the colonizing domain game-like aspects
of the Feral Shore new phase of the eponymous campaign here. Today I
thought I'd share how I am planning on giving life and color to those
tables by interweaving with my weekly (more or less) news reports
that you can typically find here if you are on Google Plus.
And now the news...
It's high summer and riot season again
in Kezmarok when the Sun Lord himself gets fever drunk on the white
hotness of his luminescent magnitude. Jaded connoisseurs of local
politics (i.e. most of the native population) sadly opine that the
usual artfully planned and executed riots by Autrach-controlled
Wellsprings of the Crowd have given way to sloppy and
social-destabilizing ones this year.
Why take the massive free-for-all that
occurred in the Little Hill Cantons quarter last week. Why
Wellsprings agitators would pick the Gravy in Beard, a renowned
drinking den of backhills Pahr bonders considered sacred by Radegast
followers, as a nativist attack point seemed dangerously foolish. But
the shavings (romanticized artist's rendition above) and over-the-top
humiliations of the tavern goers that occurred seems insane beyond
measure.
Worse yet it has provoked a bona fide
political crisis. Though most of the bonder mercenaries manning the
walls see those old pagans as annoyingly (and stridently) pagan they
are still incensed by the violation of fellow Cantonals—in their
own part of the city no less! A massive “ring” meeting of the
companies has been called with wild rumors of an unprecedented
“strike” hanging in the air.
In other news black is again the new
black. Black-dyed velvet doublets with needle-lace armbands,
dark-gilded merkins, and ebon peak caps are this summer's cutting
edge of fashion in both the Cantons and Kezmarok.
Meanwhile back in the mud-encased Feral
Shore colony of King's Ten (which incidentally is being called
Kraldeset by Pahr-speakers from the Cantons) it's been a gorgon's
bull ride of a week with the camp still reeling from the sudden—and
horrible—suicide of beloved sleeper-sage Pelka who was found
coughing blood from the glass bottle he had apparently consumed. A
rambling incoherent note left behind mentioned odd statements like
“must return that bowl” and “what's the planar frequency,
Kenoth?”
Still morale remains relatively high
with the boost of the recent royal visit, abject fear of the camp
clown enforcer, and a new ditty composed by the men that is all the
rage.
Current players map. 21.18 being King's Ten |
Ballad of Kraldeset
Oh he's a rantin', rovin' blade,
He's a brisk and a feral lad,
Betide what may, my heart is glad,
To see my lad by Kral Stockade.
He's a brisk and a feral lad,
Betide what may, my heart is glad,
To see my lad by Kral Stockade.
I'll sell my rock, I'll sell my
reel,
My mistress and spinning wheel,
To buy my lad a doublet plaid,
A saber and pike at Kral Stockade.
My mistress and spinning wheel,
To buy my lad a doublet plaid,
A saber and pike at Kral Stockade.
And oh yes some new immigrants to the
colony arrived on the cog today:
The Jaromirs, a laboring family of five
from Ostrovo Canton looking to by 40 acres
The Dubceks, a laboring family of 4.5
from Marlinko Canton looking for the same above.
Malinka, 4 hp cruel-lipped executive
assistant. Whip, leather and club. Will get you to the dungeon on
time for 30 suns/month compensation otherwise settles down to run an
abuse salon.
Brown Tomas, former indentured servant
now 1st level fighter (6 hit points), arquebus (only works in
Corelands), studded leather, morion helmet, scimitar. Stands in your
personal space. 60 suns/month compensation to join personal retinue.
Kracki the Hooded One, 3 hp, Half-Plate
(AC:5), pike, nunchucks. Laughs at all your jokes. 30 suns/month if
part of retinue.
Always enjoyable!
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