Damonique
08-04-2011, 10:29 PM
Okay, I've seen this work on several other forum formats, and I think it would work well here as well, and turn out pretty epic given the people around here.
It's less of an RP, and more of a Simulation, think Civ IV, almost, at least until we get moved on forward.
It'll start out simple enough, our people will be a small tribe of Nomads as they begin to develop cities and culture rather than merely subsisting. I was thinking that the opening would be after the climate begins to warm up after an extremely long ice age.
I will present information about people, places, and developments in the IC,and will answer questions abut the terrain, our people , and so forth in the OOC. The OOC will also act as a 'Council' of sorts. I will suggest developments and you all will have to come up with ways to deal with them, these can be anything from a tsunami to a barbarian invasion to something much more 'Out There'.
Each post I make in the IC will have a corresponding date. Depending on the current situation there can be any amount of time, from one month to a hundred years, between posts, and I'll be constantly brainstorming with people to keep things original. After we get well settled down, I'll start throwing in stranger and more abrupt occurrences.
Anyone interested? Need a question answered? Couldn't make heads or tails of that and need me to explain it?
-The Background-
For the last 1,700 Years, much longer than is even be comprehended by the primitive, nomadic tribes that sparsely populate the world, the planet has been under a bitter Ice Age.
Our tribe is not originally from the region it now occupies, but hails from another place further off. The elders and history-tellers speak of such times with awe and the slightest bit of myth, but the details are few as they were lost in the bitter fight for survival that was all of our people's known history. Though times were difficult, our people, broken up into dozens of small tribes, persevered.
One thing that is known, is that we were saved from the harsh cold by a wise elder, who watched the moon and the stars and recorded, by memory, what he saw, and knew, somehow, that far away there was a warmer place, a bountiful place, he commanded us to travel north, and so we did. Our tribesmen Numbered a thousand when we set off on that journey, carrying all we owned on our backs. This trek lasted eighty years, all none of the men who first set off on it are now dead, all of our current adults were raised on the trail, knowing that they needed to constantly move, but not knowing why. The wise elder died early in the migration, but his words had almost become religion, and so the long march was continued.
It was ten years ago that our people detected the change, the ground became softer and the air warmer. Still, we continued north, not knowing when we were to stop, it became warmer still, and we passed through fertile fields, and some of our people, tired of the walk, parted ways with the rest and settled there. We have not heard from them.
The true believers in the exodus still continued onward. It was three years ago that our people reached the coast. By then, the tribesmen numbered only forty-seven adult men, and a few dozen women and children. They knew that their trek was at an end when, as far as they could see, there was endless shore, no land in sight in the distance. The water of the sea was no good to drink, and so our people moved back some, away from the coast, into a hilly region of fields and short, scrubby brushland, and began the hard task of survival in such a stange place.
Our peoples technology, if we ever had any, was gone and forgotten. We arm ourselves only with the stone spears we use to hunt and clothe ourselves only in hides, skins, and kilts of woven grasses. We have done well enough, in the grassland, in small family groups living in the rustic tepees that had been our only cover when we stopped during the long trek, never for long.
Food is scarce, but there is enough to go around if all the Men spend their days hunting the large wild elk and buffalo that roam the prairies. Lately, a small but fervent cult has sprung up with the belief that now that our people have reached their destination, they must truly make it theirs, rather than merely subsisting.
Now, this group is of the majority, spoken for by a strong, charismatic man by the name of Makhaim, and our people, though slim in number, are moving away from the age old practice of family groups and self-sufficient hunting and forming a settlement of all of the families that could be convinced.
Starting Map (http://www.freeimagehosting.net/21f5c)
(I know its crude, thats the point, since our people lack paper or any other manner of writing detailed maps, this is just sort of the "Image" one would get if they were to ask a tribesman to describe the area.)
We currently live in small family groups dispersed around the banks of the river, which flows into the ocean and is the nearest source of fresh water in the area. Consider the map to be around three miles Square, a very long distance in that time. The river flows into the ocean, and the tan at the banks is the beach. To the northeast, some have reported seeing a hazy land shape, possible an island or a jutting peninsula.
It's less of an RP, and more of a Simulation, think Civ IV, almost, at least until we get moved on forward.
It'll start out simple enough, our people will be a small tribe of Nomads as they begin to develop cities and culture rather than merely subsisting. I was thinking that the opening would be after the climate begins to warm up after an extremely long ice age.
I will present information about people, places, and developments in the IC,and will answer questions abut the terrain, our people , and so forth in the OOC. The OOC will also act as a 'Council' of sorts. I will suggest developments and you all will have to come up with ways to deal with them, these can be anything from a tsunami to a barbarian invasion to something much more 'Out There'.
Each post I make in the IC will have a corresponding date. Depending on the current situation there can be any amount of time, from one month to a hundred years, between posts, and I'll be constantly brainstorming with people to keep things original. After we get well settled down, I'll start throwing in stranger and more abrupt occurrences.
Anyone interested? Need a question answered? Couldn't make heads or tails of that and need me to explain it?
-The Background-
For the last 1,700 Years, much longer than is even be comprehended by the primitive, nomadic tribes that sparsely populate the world, the planet has been under a bitter Ice Age.
Our tribe is not originally from the region it now occupies, but hails from another place further off. The elders and history-tellers speak of such times with awe and the slightest bit of myth, but the details are few as they were lost in the bitter fight for survival that was all of our people's known history. Though times were difficult, our people, broken up into dozens of small tribes, persevered.
One thing that is known, is that we were saved from the harsh cold by a wise elder, who watched the moon and the stars and recorded, by memory, what he saw, and knew, somehow, that far away there was a warmer place, a bountiful place, he commanded us to travel north, and so we did. Our tribesmen Numbered a thousand when we set off on that journey, carrying all we owned on our backs. This trek lasted eighty years, all none of the men who first set off on it are now dead, all of our current adults were raised on the trail, knowing that they needed to constantly move, but not knowing why. The wise elder died early in the migration, but his words had almost become religion, and so the long march was continued.
It was ten years ago that our people detected the change, the ground became softer and the air warmer. Still, we continued north, not knowing when we were to stop, it became warmer still, and we passed through fertile fields, and some of our people, tired of the walk, parted ways with the rest and settled there. We have not heard from them.
The true believers in the exodus still continued onward. It was three years ago that our people reached the coast. By then, the tribesmen numbered only forty-seven adult men, and a few dozen women and children. They knew that their trek was at an end when, as far as they could see, there was endless shore, no land in sight in the distance. The water of the sea was no good to drink, and so our people moved back some, away from the coast, into a hilly region of fields and short, scrubby brushland, and began the hard task of survival in such a stange place.
Our peoples technology, if we ever had any, was gone and forgotten. We arm ourselves only with the stone spears we use to hunt and clothe ourselves only in hides, skins, and kilts of woven grasses. We have done well enough, in the grassland, in small family groups living in the rustic tepees that had been our only cover when we stopped during the long trek, never for long.
Food is scarce, but there is enough to go around if all the Men spend their days hunting the large wild elk and buffalo that roam the prairies. Lately, a small but fervent cult has sprung up with the belief that now that our people have reached their destination, they must truly make it theirs, rather than merely subsisting.
Now, this group is of the majority, spoken for by a strong, charismatic man by the name of Makhaim, and our people, though slim in number, are moving away from the age old practice of family groups and self-sufficient hunting and forming a settlement of all of the families that could be convinced.
Starting Map (http://www.freeimagehosting.net/21f5c)
(I know its crude, thats the point, since our people lack paper or any other manner of writing detailed maps, this is just sort of the "Image" one would get if they were to ask a tribesman to describe the area.)
We currently live in small family groups dispersed around the banks of the river, which flows into the ocean and is the nearest source of fresh water in the area. Consider the map to be around three miles Square, a very long distance in that time. The river flows into the ocean, and the tan at the banks is the beach. To the northeast, some have reported seeing a hazy land shape, possible an island or a jutting peninsula.