As Vis tightened the scarf around his face, he turned to address the others when he saw the gnome had wondered off to a stall to the north. Vis naturally went to make sure he didn't get into any mischief, as the paladin seemed to entrust Vis with the task of watching the gnome and he didn't want to be on the armored hulk's bad side.
Vis crouched by the gnome's side and looked up at the butterfly net, "so you want the net..." he dragged off at the end of the sentence, not having a name to call the gnome, "ask him how low he's willing to go." whispered Vis into the small man's ear, as he snatched the coins from the counter before the vendor could get his grubby hands on them.
@Voltus_Ventus Do you mean where the black spot in the middle of the map is? That coast? Or the westernmost coast? @barkmeat2 Alright, I think I get it now!
<Snipped quote by TheWildHost> Go for it! Remember to specify a spot on the map, a color to associate with your civ and the name of your settlement. I love me some orcs!
Also a heads-up to everyone, I might ask some of you to specify again where your settlement is located, as some descriptions are a bit... Hard to understand. A screenshot with a dot (or heart in Evangelyne's case) is excellent. For example the steppe people @Voltus_Ventus and citrus crest @barkmeat2. Apologies if you've already told me, I may be just a bit daft!
Sorry, I can't actually mess with pictures because I too am on my phone. But if you look at the map, there is an island to the east. If you look to the northern most part of the island and draw a line from there to the left, my home is on the coast, not the island's coast or the coast opposite but the coast further west of the opposite.
The sovereign stood with his hands behind his back, looking out at the sprawling grasslands before him, his back to the gentle, lapping waves of the sea. The sun was high in the sky and his wife was crouched on the ground, feeling the soil beneath her finger tips. She dug her hands into the earth and pulled out a fistful of dirty, she crumbled it in her hands and shook her head as dust came off it, "Voltus," she said, referring to her husband stood by her side, "The earth here is parched and the harvest meager, I believe we should find another place to build our home." Voltus nodded slowly and turned to the sea, watching his people bathing and fishing as the children played and splashed in the bitter river*.
"We stay." he said simply, brushing his black hair from his eyes, "How does the grass grow here, if there is no water?"
"Some say there is water in the air, some say there is water deep in the earth, what does it matter?" she looked up at him confused, squinting as the sun was behind Voltus, casting a halo of light around his head.
"Then we go to the water," Voltus turned to face the people, they were far from him, what must have been 500 yards, he began to make his way to them and when his toes were in the sand he raised his voice and the tribe fell quiet, "Ventians! I see for us a future here, by the bitter river. We can live here but without food we can not stay! I want the strongest men and women to follow me, one per family." Voltus watched as heads nodded and people discussed, once all was agreed upon 50 men and women stepped forward, "follow." Voltus turned and walked, counting his paces, 800 paces he counted and decided that they were far enough. "I want a you to dig, 3 cubits* down and as far as you can dig in every direction."
The men and women did as they were told out of respect and reverence, Voltus' wife approached him, "why make them dig?" she asked, not realizing why, "we can not take the water out of the soil."
"Darling," he began, getting down on his knees and starting to dig with his people, "We will not take the water, we will plant in the deeper, wetter soil."
They dug from high noon until the sun had set fully and for their labor they sat at the edge of their hole, a quadrangle that was roughly 100 cubits by 300. The people who dug it were tired, their backs hurt and their hands were sore from digging the earth but they did it, they reached the wet soil below. "tomorrow we plant," said Voltus, holding his wife's tired body, "now we rest."
Description of The First Farm: The farm is 3 meters deep and is roughly rectangular in shape, 100 meters by 300 meters, the soil on the bottom is damp and fertile and should support the cereal crops that are to be grown there. At either end, in the middle of each 100 meter side is a ramp, 5 horses can walk side by side on these ramps.
Thank you, Dedonus. If anyody could find a similar map of the Americas, Asia, and Africa, that would be ideal. The Ottoman Empire would also be nice to cover.
We are the noble savages, the nomads of the Steppe, The Horse People. We came from the womb of the ocean and now we thrive in the grassy plains of this new land.
Our human bodies may be frail and weak when tested by the races of greater strength but we endure as the waves endure, carried by our steeds, watched after by our creator and led by our sovereign.
We call no one place home, instead we move, reciprocating around the boarders of the Great Western Steppe. But the time is nearing to plant our banners into the earth and erect our walls, to enforce the Rule of Law and to thrive.
We are The Noble Savages, The Nomads of The Steppe, The Horse People. And this is our color.
If one were to place their finger on the map, on the northern most point of the eastern most island and trace it to the coast, not the one opposite but the one beyond that. There is where Ventium lies.
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