"Come, let me tell you a story.""This is no child's fable of fantastical realms, or traveller's tale of far-off lands of wonder and mystery. This is a story of things that happened once, in a long past age. It is a story that takes us back before the times of our grandfather's grandfathers, before even the oldest of kingdoms and houses, to a time when the world was built not of mud and straw, but brick and steel.""It is a story that begins, as most stories do, with a war. The great warrior kings of those days were wealthy, yet they were jealous in equal turn. For a time there was peace amongst their realms, yet for reasons long forgotten they at last turned their arms against each other. Great armies of mighty men clashed against each other, a maelstrom of fire and metal the likes of which was never seen before or since. The fields were churned into mud, the cities sacked and reduced to rubble. For ten years or longer the war raged on, though I have heard men who put it closer to thirty. But eventually, the last of the warrior kings must have fallen, as the war steadily ground to a halt.""Who won that conflict I cannot say, but there were few who lived to celebrate their victory. Strange weapons had soured their soils, poisoned their waters. Mothers could not bear children, and those which did come out were already dead, or worse, warped, turned into monsters by the curses of the Ancients. It was a time of suffering, a time when savage tribes warred amongst themselves for control over the ashen remnants of a dead world.""Our story though, is on one of these tribes in particular. But before I can even begin talking about it, I must first tell you about its founder..."Pick ONE>"They were nothing more than a regular individual, a citizen of the cities. Maybe they were a baker or a potter, it doesn't truly matter. Against all odds they survived the destruction of their home, and in the aftermath came to adopt a far more important role amongst the ruins...">"They were a warrior, a fighter in the Great War of the Ancients. Somehow they made it through to the bitter end, and though the war was over, their experience from it would prove most worthwhile indeed in the ages to come...">"They were a leader, a vassal of the ancient kings who began the Great War. Most such politicians died in the chaos or were reduced to just one more ragged refugee amongst the ruins. A few managed to hold onto some remnant of their power even afterwards though, and our hero was one of them...">"Oh, but you of course know all about who they were. Go on, tell the rest of us..." [Write In]
>>4421810>>"They were a leader, a vassal of the ancient kings who began the Great War. Most such politicians died in the chaos or were reduced to just one more ragged refugee amongst the ruins. A few managed to hold onto some remnant of their power even afterwards though, and our hero was one of them..."
>>4421810>"Oh, but you of course know all about who they were. Go on, tell the rest of us..." [Write In]"They were an accursed mutant twisted by the lingering corruption of the Ancients' weapons -- not enough to become a raving monster, but too much to be called human any longer. That nameless mutant sought out others like itself, outcasts from other tribes and their foul spawn: these scattered creatures formed a tribe of their own that could hold its own against the tribes of mankind and the monsters of the wastes."
>>4421810"They were a leader, a vassal of the ancient kings who began the Great War. Most such politicians died in the chaos or were reduced to just one more ragged refugee amongst the ruins. A few managed to hold onto some remnant of their power even afterwards though, and our hero was one of them..."
>>4421810>"They were nothing more than a regular individual, a citizen of the cities. Maybe they were a baker or a potter, it doesn't truly matter. Against all odds they survived the destruction of their home, and in the aftermath came to adopt a far more important role amongst the ruins..."I like this setting so far, kinda reminds me of the eternal war
>>4421825>>4421849>>4421860"They were a leader, a vassal of the ancient kings who began the Great War. Most such politicians died in the chaos or were reduced to just one more ragged refugee amongst the ruins. A few managed to hold onto some remnant of their power even afterwards though, and our hero was one of them." "Of course, a hero does not grow powerful for no reason at all. In his early days, there was one aspect of himself in particular that made him a great man, able to survive even in the aftermath of the war..."Pick ONE>"His tongue was as quicksilver, able to weave lies and half-truths, capable of riling up a crowd and engaging in diplomacy with his fellows in equal measure. Such abilities were what allowed him to obtain his power in the first place, and after the War they were no less useful...>"He was a good administrator, with the kind of knack for organising the men and supply lines under him that any king would envy. In a time of peace his rule could've been one of economic growth and prosperity. Alas, this was not a time of peace...">"The Ancients were a wise and learned lot, but even amongst them he stood out with his breadth of knowledge, the fruits of a fine mind and a privileged upbringing. Their old histories, their arts, their wonders of engineering –he knew a little of everything. The task simply remained to find a use for such knowledge in the harsh and brutal age after the War...">"So central was that one aspect that I am sure all of you must know it by now, any one of you able to say it..." [Write In]
>>4421893Thanks! Funnily enough, I hadn't even thought of The Eternal War writing this, but I definitely see where you're coming from.
>>4421897>"He was a good administrator, with the kind of knack for organising the men and supply lines under him that any king would envy. In a time of peace his rule could've been one of economic growth and prosperity. Alas, this was not a time of peace..."
>>4421897>>"The Ancients were a wise and learned lot, but even amongst them he stood out with his breadth of knowledge, the fruits of a fine mind and a privileged upbringing. Their old histories, their arts, their wonders of engineering –he knew a little of everything. The task simply remained to find a use for such knowledge in the harsh and brutal age after the War..."
>>4421948>>4421984"The Ancients were a wise and learned lot, but even amongst them he stood out with his breadth of knowledge, the fruits of a fine mind and a privileged upbringing. Their old histories, their arts, their wonders of engineering –he knew a little of everything. The task simply remained to find a use for such knowledge in the harsh and brutal age after the War.""Of course, great as he might have been, even our hero had his flaws, as any man must. And in his case, there was one particular flaw that would repeatedly haunt him..."Pick ONE>"He was a megalomaniac –there is simply no other way of putting it. Above all else he lusted for power, hungering for the chance to improve his station, his reputation, his possessions, anything. Of course in the right circumstances, such an individual can rise to greatness. In the wrong ones though, they will be willing to throw anyone, anything under the bus if it means just a little more for himself...>"He was a coward, a slippery sort of fellow who would avoid any circumstances that might lead to his injury or worse. Such tendencies did doubtless help him survive the War of course and avoid other situations that might have otherwise led to his death, but it also turned him into exactly the kind of individual that people love to hate...">"He was a stubborn, unchanging man, who would stick with his principles and prejudices or die with him. In a way such loyalty to one's ideals could inspire respect, but it also limited his worldview, his decisions, his ability to change. And in such unstable times as those days were, that was a most risky danger indeed...">"Come now, even you must know of his fatal flaw; it's one of the most famous parts of the story! Certainly one that you should be able to tell me..." [Write In]
>>4421989>>"He was a stubborn, unchanging man, who would stick with his principles and prejudices or die with him. In a way such loyalty to one's ideals could inspire respect, but it also limited his worldview, his decisions, his ability to change. And in such unstable times as those days were, that was a most risky danger indeed..."
>>4421989>"He was a stubborn, unchanging man, who would stick with his principles and prejudices or die with him. In a way such loyalty to one's ideals could inspire respect, but it also limited his worldview, his decisions, his ability to change. And in such unstable times as those days were, that was a most risky danger indeed..."This kind of thinking probably led to the Great War and prolonged it so it makes sense
>>4421989>"He was a stubborn, unchanging man, who would stick with his principles and prejudices or die with him. In a way such loyalty to one's ideals could inspire respect, but it also limited his worldview, his decisions, his ability to change. And in such unstable times as those days were, that was a most risky danger indeed..."
>>4421992>>4422010>>4422041>>4422084"He was a stubborn, unchanging man, who would stick with his principles and prejudices or die with him. In a way such loyalty to one's ideals could inspire respect, but it also limited his worldview, his decisions, his ability to change. And in such unstable times as those days were, that was a most risky danger indeed.""Such was the nature of our hero, and such was the nature of the wartorn world he found himself in. Now, I can tell you of the story proper...MANY GENERATIONS AGOEdgar Cromwell's "study" had a roof that was only slightly leaky, walls and doors that were mostly intact, and an unshattered window that gave a view of the devastated ruin that was Millfield. By the standards of the current times, it was about as good as a study could get.Not for the first time, he reflected that he had been very, very lucky to make it this far. He had been lucky to have lived in a family wealthy enough to avoid the draft when the war that had been meant to last for months began to carry on for years. He had been lucky to have won the local elections (The last before emergency powers had come into play), affording himself a position which meant food and at least some level of safety. And he had been lucky enough to retain that position –luckier than the Prime Minister for sure, whose head graced a pike in Trafalgar Square, or so they said.Of course, it wasn't a position that amounted to much. He'd long since been forced to give up on maintaining control over the rest of his constituency, and now his authority extended over little more than a ragged rabble of survivors who squatted in the bombed-out ruins of what had once been the city of Millfield.It was something nonetheless though, and one way or another, he would maintain control. They had won the war damn-it! Europe was nothing more than a wasteland, America hadn't been heard from in years and what few vestiges of authority remained in Britain had crumbled shortly thereafter, but they had won. And he was damned if he was going to let himself fail now.Which brought him back to his current task. Things still had to run after all, and the greatest priority right now was...
>>4422108Pick ONE>Organising some level of defensive fortifications –they couldn't be left vulnerable to the attacks of brigands and marauders after all, not if they were going to be staying here long.>Preparing to move to another, more practical location. Millfield had been a fine city once, but right now there was no reason to stay here, not if they wanted to ensure the best future for themselves. >Scavenging from the city ruins. Most of it was wreckage and rubble right now, but there was still a great deal of worth that could be found, if one only knew what exactly to look for.>Enforcing some level of law and order upon the populace. No matter harshness or tyranny, what was needed more than anything else right now was control, lest they fall into chaos and disarray just like everywhere else.>Something else (Write in)
>>4422108>Preparing to move to another, more practical location. Millfield had been a fine city once, but right now there was no reason to stay here, not if they wanted to ensure the best future for themselves. Probably best to move somewhere more rural as we decent back to either simple farming or hunter gatherer society
>>4422110>>Something else (Write in)Could we scavenge what books still exists? Maybe run into a book on machine tools or something of that nature. Machine tools will be the most important item we can preserve. Its easy to use a single precision tool to build more precision tools, its a lot more complicated to build a precision tool with non-precision tools. "Build your own Metal workshop from scrap" by David Gingery is a template of what we could do to ensure we can rebuild an industrial economy in even these conditions.That aside moving to a more defensible and more agriculturally vibrant area is a good first objective.>Preparing to move to another, more practical location. Millfield had been a fine city once, but right now there was no reason to stay here, not if they wanted to ensure the best future for themselves.
>>4422108>>Organising some level of defensive fortifications –they couldn't be left vulnerable to the attacks of brigands and marauders after all, not if they were going to be staying here long.
>>4422115>>4422137Millfield was once a fine enough city, filled with towering mills and factories of brick and steel, constructions that grew all the more numerous (And all the more shoddy) as the Great War progressed. Now though, it is naught but a broken, crumbling ruin, scant in food and resources, inhabited by the desperate and the predatory. Staying here, Edgar knew was to do nothing but invite the same kind of fate the Prime Minister had received when he refused to leave London.They had to leave. Already it was being organised to some extent, goods and books being packed up, fuel scrounged together for what little mechanical transport they had, the people being told to begin gathering what few possessions they had left. But the question still remained –where would they go? What area would they migrate to? Right now at least Edgar had managed to narrow it down to just a few options, but which one amongst them would it be?---Pick ONE>Harbrook. A rural, fielded land, its soils had escaped the War's ravages moreso than other lands, and in the last few years it had been one of the main suppliers of food rations for the emergency government. For agricultural sustenance Harbrook would be by far the best option, but it is also far less defensible than most places –one would have to fight to keep it.>Hazelhaven. With its rugged landscape of hills, crags and valleys, to settle in Hazelhaven would be to have a most defensible landscape indeed, and there is even some potential for agricultural cultivation by its rivers and lakes. Of course, such a defensible land will likely appeal to others as well, and it may take a fight to be able to settle there.>Ashbrook. A bleak coastal land of steep cliffs and low hills, it contains a number of good mining spots for coal, iron and other metals, and should have plenty of mechanical parts to scavenge and partial fortifications already made due to its importance in the war effort. Industry left it desolate even before the War though, and it will be a difficult effort indeed to grow food there.>Thornmouth. Formerly a forested, upland area, most of the trees are dead now, killed when the area was a battleground in the War. A few survived though, and the last you heard life was actually beginning to return to the place, for it was never particularly hard-hit. With work it could become defensible and vibrant, but right now it is still half-barren, and lacking in any structures beyond trenches and rudimentary fortifications. To settle in Thornmouth would be to take on a long journey, and an even longer investment. And in these times, thinking long-term isn't exactly a very practical thing to do.
>>4422182>Hazelhaven. With its rugged landscape of hills, crags and valleys, to settle in Hazelhaven would be to have a most defensible landscape indeed, and there is even some potential for agricultural cultivation by its rivers and lakes. Of course, such a defensible land will likely appeal to others as well, and it may take a fight to be able to settle there.Both defense and room for agriculture
>>4422182>>Harbrook. A rural, fielded land, its soils had escaped the War's ravages moreso than other lands, and in the last few years it had been one of the main suppliers of food rations for the emergency government. For agricultural sustenance Harbrook would be by far the best option, but it is also far less defensible than most places –one would have to fight to keep it.
>>4422182>Ashbrook. A bleak coastal land of steep cliffs and low hills, it contains a number of good mining spots for coal, iron and other metals, and should have plenty of mechanical parts to scavenge and partial fortifications already made due to its importance in the war effort. Industry left it desolate even before the War though, and it will be a difficult effort indeed to grow food there.Coast: This means sea trade and fishing while also being defensible from coastal raiders. Industry: We can quickly become the most advanced self-sustianing industrial group in the recent area, so better tools and tech for us. Plus, we will have better tools for food production tractors, motorized fishing boats, steel plows, maybe even use the Haber process to generate fertilizer.Trade: If we are the only industrial group out there we can exchange industrial goods with agricultural communities for food and fighting aged men. With allies we can be defended and grow faster.
>>4422192>>4422195>>4422199Anyone feel like breaking this tie? If not in 10 minutes, I'll be using the rules from Alternate History Civ and going with the first vote.
>>4422230Send me in coach >>4422182 >>Harbrook. A rural, fielded land, its soils had escaped the War's ravages moreso than other lands, and in the last few years it had been one of the main suppliers of food rations for the emergency government. For agricultural sustenance Harbrook would be by far the best option, but it is also far less defensible than most places –one would have to fight to keep it.
>>4422182>Ashbrook. A bleak coastal land of steep cliffs and low hills, it contains a number of good mining spots for coal, iron and other metals, and should have plenty of mechanical parts to scavenge and partial fortifications already made due to its importance in the war effort. Industry left it desolate even before the War though, and it will be a difficult effort indeed to grow food there.Fishing will need to become an important sector that and then taking with war or diplomacy more fertile land near us. Trade and Industry will be a thing that will not be so prevalent at the start, but our ancestor Edgar can probably at least set up an internal trade, mining for iron/coal and basic industry like forging. That last part would make the difference for the tribe warriors. The place shouldn t lack stone so we should be fine with in making a cave and using it for repair/create buildings and fortifications.
>>4422232>>4422233Aaand a new tie. Going with the tiebreaker policy here so Harbrook is where we're going. Update coming soon.
>>4422195>>4422232Harbrook. In the last years of the war it was one of the most fertile areas of farmland there was left (Not that that was exactly saying much given the sour, poisoned nature of most of the country's soil), and the source of a considerable portion of the food the emergency government rationed out, at least until the shipments stopped coming. If they wanted to feed themselves and last a good long while, it was the best they could hope for.After a few more days of preparation, the time at last came to leave. The people under his command, a few hundred in all, had been gathered into the space that had once been Millfield's town square, mostly cleared now of rubble. Standing atop a soapbox, he gave a speech the exact words of which escaped him, but which still focused on all the old adages of his usual political orations –the good that was to come in their future, the glory of the people, and the pride they should take in their British spirit. The usual fluff, but it went over astoundingly well, receiving cheers and claps the like of which he hadn't heard in a long, long time. An opportune start if there ever was one. Thus began the exodus from Millfield.The journey carried them for miles as they travelled down disrepaired and cracked roads, a long train of refugees trudging on foot, but for the few armoured automobiles that led the way, carrying Edgar along with the more valuable and important individuals. They travelled past burning towns and barren fields, past old battlegrounds still strewn with bodies and shoddy concrete fortifications already beginning to crumble. They travelled for days, and not once along the way was a single individual lost –no marauders came to attack them, nor rogue soldiers to block their way. The exodus progressed as perfectly as it possibly could've done, until at last they reached the fields of Harbrook.It appeared as though a stockade had been thrown up here and there, but it looked to have been put up at least a year ago, if not more. None came to assail them as they wandered inside, and the reason soon became clear: there was not a single man or woman to be seen in Harbrook. No bodies, no signs of a fight, not even the slightest sign as to whether any of its inhabitants had gone to. It seemed as though they had simply disappeared into the mist.Oh the cheers and celebrations! The people must have thought that God had blessed them, and frankly Edgar was inclined to think so himself. The houses were well-built but sparse, and few enough that the people had to crowd together into them –still better than anything at Millfield. A number had stores of jarred and home-canned food inside, enough combined with existing stores to ensure that for a while at least, they wouldn't go hungry.
>>4422319But best of all though, Harbrook was fertile. Its soils looked healthier than anything Edgar had seen on their exodus, the streams were relatively clear and uncontaminated with a couple fish here and there, there were even stores of founder seeds and crops.Perhaps they had been blessed by God after all.Now that they were here though, what would their first step in establishing their place in their new home be?---Pick ONE>Start up an effort to seed the fields and get some proper organised agriculture going. The faster we can begin relying on our own food supply, the better.>Fix up the stockade and do whatever we can to ensure a proper perimeter defence of the area. The people will be able to sleep more easily, and it's a way of properly marking out what is ours.>Begin an organised scavenging effort of Harbrook and all the area around. By stocking up on as many supplies as possible, we can properly settle our position. Who knows, there might even be something valuable to be found.>Begin establishing a proper sort of order amongst the people –laws, punishments, rations and the like. They may not be popular, but they'll at least help things go a bit more smoothly in the coming times.>Other (Write in)
>>4422321>Fix up the stockade and do whatever we can to ensure a proper perimeter defence of the area. The people will be able to sleep more easily, and it's a way of properly marking out what is ours.Probably a good idea to properly claim the land first and foremost. Scavenging can keep us going till a farm can be produced later.
>>4422321>Begin an organised scavenging effort of Harbrook and all the area around. By stocking up on as many supplies as possible, we can properly settle our position. Who knows, there might even be something valuable to be found.Finding pre-war goods that may not be re-creatable and that are detoriting should be the first priority followed by Agriculture, and then Defenses. The advantage of gaining some priceless pre-war device or technology outweighs the risks of short term food insecurity or relative security.
Heading off to get some sleep now, but I'll be back tomorrow. Hope you guys are enjoying this quest so far!
>>4422321>>Fix up the stockade and do whatever we can to ensure a proper perimeter defence of the area. The people will be able to sleep more easily, and it's a way of properly marking out what is ours.
>>4422336Hmm, you make a good point, ditto
>>4422321>Begin an organised scavenging effort of Harbrook and all the area around. By stocking up on as many supplies as possible, we can properly settle our position. Who knows, there might even be something valuable to be found.Only agriculture. At least the tribe will be large. Edgard will need to find land with resources near us
>>4422321>Fix up the stockade and do whatever we can to ensure a proper perimeter defence of the area. The people will be able to sleep more easily, and it's a way of properly marking out what is ours.
>>4422321>>Begin an organised scavenging effort of Harbrook and all the area around. By stocking up on as many supplies as possible, we can properly settle our position. Who knows, there might even be something valuable to be found.
[ This is the point when we're phasing into the somewhat more management based focus the rest of the game will play out as, though still largely story/RP based. I'm mainly basing the system off of the one from Alternate History - Against All Odds as it currently stands. ]>>4422335>>4422371>>4422841>>4422857First and foremost, was to ensure safety. Harbrook's previous inhabitants had already thrown up the beginnings of a stockade, but it was only partial, rising high in certain areas, utterly nonexistent in others. So, marshalling together the population of the people (Working ages mattered little anymore –if you could do work, you did do work), you set to work.The following days are spent in labour as the people gather together their materials, from within Harbrook and from afar –bricks, stone and rubble, sod and sandbags, sheet-metal and the dead stumps of trees. The existing stockade was shored up, and the spaces in between had been filled in, but for a single entrance in and out.The end result was... well, it was adequate. The new fortifications effectively amounted to somewhat sloped piles of stone, sandbags and rubble, supported by beams of wood and sheets of metal, strewn with barbed wire on the top here and there. It was crude, similar to the kinds of things Edgar had seen in the last days of the war, but it fulfilled its purpose.It was the spiritual aspect of it that felt more important though. With this border defence they had laid claim to this land, marked it out as belonging to them and them alone. Harbrook was now no transient camp site but their home, a place where they lived, and would intend on living for a long while into the future. They had food stocks to last them a while yet, and in Edgar they had unity under a common leader, if nothing else.A new chapter of their story, it felt, had begun.---Pick ONETechnology:>Government - Basic OrderEconomy:>Food - Organised Farming>Food - Rationing>Resources - Salvage Scavenging Religion:>Worship - Group PrayersRoleplay:>Personal - ReadingMisc:>Write in
>>4422940>Government - Basic Order
>>4422940>>Resources - Salvage Scavenging
>>4422940>Government - Basic OrderChiefdom time
>>4422792In fairness food doesn't just mean a higher population –better fed people means healthier, larger, taller people, at least compared to other individuals around them. In a world like this that does count for quite a lot.
>>4423025Good points>>4422940>Government - Basic Order
>>4422993>>4423006>>4423045Order. That was what this situation needed. Without it, what were they but a rabble, little more than a settled band of brigands? No, they couldn't afford to become that. They were civilised, they were British, and one way or another, Edgar would ensure they would act as civilised men should do.A board had been found and affixed to a visible location in Harbrook's "Square", really little more than a patch of well-travelled dirt at an intersection of several paths in the area. Upon it was written a couple of laws, nothing near a proper legal system, but good enough for preventing theft of food, disorder and disobedience against his power.Enforcing this were the Constables, not the uniformed police of old, but rather extensions of his will, men chosen for their loyalty and strength. Few in number and marked out by the bright blue armbands they wore, the Constables were afforded a greater deal of food than the average person, and in return they would enforce his orders, hunt down perpetrators of crime, and ensure they were properly punished.Of course, prison wasn't exactly an option anymore with the resources they had, so it needed to be replaced with something else. On their first crime, an individual would be publicly humiliated on the square, shamed in front of the populace with their crime laid bare for all to see. A second crime would be punished with injury, nothing too permanent or maiming, but enough to remind them of their folly. For those who committed their third crime, death was the only answer, made to face the gallows that had been set up visibly and prominently. Three strikes, you're out.Oh, the people grumbled about it Edgar knew. They gave envious and disparaging looks at his Constables, resented the laws even if they would never have broken them, adopted the same general sense of annoyance that comes to any man forced to act by another's will. But it was order, and that was what mattered.---Technology:>Military - FightersEconomy:>Food - Organised Farming>Food - Rationing>Resources - Salvage ScavengingReligion:>Worship - Group PrayersRoleplay:>Personal - ReadingMisc:>Order - Constable Privileges>Write in
>>4423069>>Food - Rationing
>>4423069>Food - Rationing
>>4423069>>Food - Organised Farming
>worship group prayers What better way to soothe the masses and maintain a high morale then the church. Plus if we establish a clergy beneath our rule particularly one loyal to us we can derive our authority from gods holy blessing, rather then merely just being lucky enough to had some pre war authority
>>4423069>Food - Organised Farming
>>4423069I’ll switch to >Food - Organised FarmingJust so we are self sufficient sooner
>>4423089>>4423109>>4423111As the months passed, there still continued to be enough food stored up to keep the masses sated for the time being, but it couldn't last forever. Sooner or later, there would be nothing more to scavenge, nothing more to scrounge up from the wreckage. Far better to solve that problem before it became one, and become self-sufficient as quickly as they could manage.Lucky then that they had settled here in Harbrook. Before the War it had been an unremarkable enough patch of farmland, but now that near everywhere else had been bombed, poisoned and soured into wasteland, it was one of the few fertile pieces of land left, enough so that they had a fair chance of being able to feed themselves if they played their cards right. The last inhabitants of the place had left behind a fair few seeds and started crops, it simply remained to use them properly.The question, though remained –what crop exactly did they want to focus on as their staple, their primary source of food?>Potatoes. Hardy enough to survive even a harsh environment, they're easy to grow and very nutritious too. But all these benefits can just as easily prove a downside if one grows too dependent on them, for when blight strikes their crops, it strikes hard.>Beans. Good for storage, filling and high in protein, beans have the added bonus of actually helping replenish the soil rather than taking away from it. However, they also take a lot of space to grow, and are poorer on an individual basis than other crops.>Barley. Though somewhat more finicky to grow and with a yield that requires processing before it can actually be consumed as food, in terms of calories if nothing else Barley is a brilliant crop for keeping people from starvation, though malnutrition might be another matter. As an added bonus, it can be brewed into alcohol as well.
>>4423132>Beans. Good for storage, filling and high in protein, beans have the added bonus of actually helping replenish the soil rather than taking away from it. However, they also take a lot of space to grow, and are poorer on an individual basis than other crops.
>>4423132>>Beans. Good for storage, filling and high in protein, beans have the added bonus of actually helping replenish the soil rather than taking away from it. However, they also take a lot of space to grow, and are poorer on an individual basis than other crops.
>>4423132https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Three_Sisters_(agriculture)winter squash, maize, and climbing beansOr just beans.... for now.I want potatoes soon.
>>4423138Yeah, maize and squash aren't common enough in Britain at this point that our people would think to use them as a staple, though they do probably exist here and there.
>>4423141What year is it roughly? I assume its like ww2 went on too long mixed with fallout so 60s?
>Barley It’s a food source, a morale boost as we can brew it into alcohol and provides us with a valuable trade good said alcohol.
>>4423145You're pretty close, though it's closer to '30s/'40s. Basically it's alternate WW1 which went on for ages and kinda merged with WW2 in a sense, as well as just generally getting way crazier and worse. That's the best way I can think of describing it right now anyhow.
>>4423132>Beans. Good for storage, filling and high in protein, beans have the added bonus of actually helping replenish the soil rather than taking away from it. However, they also take a lot of space to grow, and are poorer on an individual basis than other crops
>>4423136>>4423137>>4423138>>4423158Beans, Edgar decided. The effort to get them all planted in sufficient yields would be more, but he could still arrange it. And the benefits in what they could provide for the people, for the soil, was certainly enough to tip the balance in their favour over other potential staples like potatoes and barley.As Summer came, the Constables marshalled together the populace, and though a few grumbled, they went along with it –everyone could understand the importance of this effort. Labour went on from morning to evening, erecting poles and frames of scrap wood, planting beans, pausing only when food was to be handed out amongst them. It was a long, hard effort, but after a week or two it was done at last.Two months later, the harvest came in, a good one at that. Not legendary, but better than their initial expectations, enough so that as the Constables surveyed bag after bag of beans being brought in from the fields, they could rest easy knowing there would be no famine this year. It might not be a diverse diet, and many would doubtless be left at least a little hungry or wanting, but none would starve.---Technology:>Warfare - FightersEconomy:>Food - Central Storehouse>Food - Rationing>Resources - Salvage ScavengingReligion:>Worship - Group PrayersRoleplay:>Personal - ReadingMisc:>Order - Constable Privileges>Write in
>>4423192>Food - crop rotation. We won't die because of monoculture.
>>4423192>Food - Rationing
>Warfare-Fighters Might be jumping the gun but it’s a better safe then sorry situation right now we have stable food and don’t seem to be wanting for any resource in general so might as well create a force to back up our constables if someone comes to try and take what we have
>>4423192>Food - Central StorehouseSince beans have an individually poor harvest, we should counteract any deficits by having a good stockpile in case of famine.
>>4423192>Food - Central StorehouseAfter we get food sorted out we a good to go for creating a new society but we still need food sorted out
>>4423192>Food - Central StorehouseOnce food is sorted out, we should build up our military then start scavenging
>>4423192>>Food - Central Storehouse
>>4423192>Resources - Salvage Scavenging
>>4423255>>4423257>>4423280>>4423298The system of food was a simple one –here and there throughout the territory were rooms, cellars, stores where food was stockpiled. A Constable would always be on guard, and when people from nearby came to collect their food, they would do so under the Constable's watch, being stopped at their discretion of what was taken was deemed "too much". It was a simple system... but it was a flawed one. Spreading out stockpiles like that in turn meant spreading out Constables, stretching his authority, wearing his power thin. What was needed was something more central, something more organised than the current system allowed.Near the square was an old barn that once must have housed livestock in the old days –all long-since slaughtered. It was large, it was visible and it was empty. Perfect for what Edgar had in mind.Over the coming weeks, all the stored food that the Constables could find was moved into the barn that was now to become the central storehouse. It was a slow effort, and looking at all that had been collected together, Edgar was sure there had once been more. Still, if the Constables were skimming a little off the top, that was no matter –the great majority of the food was stored in one location, one place to be guarded, one place for all the people to come to. A few gave dark mutters about "Bolshevism", but that Edgar knew was just the product of insolence. They were nothing like those mad rebels who had torn Germany apart into a mass of warlord domains and warring states, that he felt for sure. ---Technology:>Warfare - FightersEconomy:>Resources - Salvage ScavengingReligion:>Worship - Group PrayersRoleplay:>Public - Public Relations >Personal - ReadingMisc:>Order - Constable Privileges>Write in
>>4423382>>Resources - Salvage Scavenging
>>4423382>Resources - Salvage Scavenging
>Warfare Fighters I’ll once again say better safe then sorry the more we have the more what we outside groups exists will see to gain from us it is best to simply prepare for the conflict that is inevitably coming while we have the opurtunity to do so
>>4423382>Warfare - Fighters
>>4423391>>4423396>>4423398>>4423445>>4423577It had been well over a year now since they had first settled in Harbrook, a year and a half maybe –Edgar hadn't been keeping much of a calendar, not when there were far more important things to occupy the mind with. Over the course of that time, he'd mostly been focusing inwards, on building fortifications, organising the people, getting farming started and ensuring the food was properly stored. Oh scavenging was done here and there to get resources they needed, but nothing properly organised or large-scale.Well now, he intended for that to change. They were properly settled in their position now, and though they remained vulnerable to attack and disaster, they were without a doubt in a far safer and more permanent position than they'd been when they first arrived. And what that meant was that they could finally begin to go out scavenging from the surrounding area, properly beginning to set up a stockpile of resources and goods.Of course, to simply try to get everything of even the faintest use was a fool's errand, one that would only invite slowness, efficiency and attack. There would have to be certain kinds of items and objects they focused on in their searches for salvage. The question was, what would they be?---Pick TWO>Building material –rubble, timber, metal and wood. It might be heavy, but it could be used to repair and shore up the defences if needed, not to mention any other construction projects there might come to be. >Books, papers and records. Many might be useful for no more than kindling, but even kindling was a good thing to have, and they might even find some valuable knowledge or information to be had.>Tools and machinery. Though the chances of finding any devices in good or workable condition might be low, they'd make for fine scrap if nothing else, and whether for agriculture, craft or construction, good tools are always useful.>Military equipment. After the War's close a great deal was left behind, and whether it came in the form of weapons, body armour or some other form of soldier's gear entirely, such goods would certainly aid a fair deal in defence if things came to that.>Something else (Write in)
>Tools and Machinery>Military Equipment Tools and Machinery will hopefully lead to us being able to produce our own building materials making seeking any out at this point short sighted Military Equipment just seems like a no brainer to me stockpiling weapons for conflict even if one never comes is not a bad idea. Better to have it and not need it then to need it and not have it
>>4423655>>Tools and machinery. Though the chances of finding any devices in good or workable condition might be low, they'd make for fine scrap if nothing else, and whether for agriculture, craft or construction, good tools are always useful.>Military equipment. After the War's close a great deal was left behind, and whether it came in the form of weapons, body armour or some other form of soldier's gear entirely, such goods would certainly aid a fair deal in defence if things came to that.
>>4423655>Books, papers and records. >Military Equipment
>>4423655>Books, papers and records. Many might be useful for no more than kindling, but even kindling was a good thing to have, and they might even find some valuable knowledge or information to be had.>Tools and machinery. Though the chances of finding any devices in good or workable condition might be low, they'd make for fine scrap if nothing else, and whether for agriculture, craft or construction, good tools are always useful.Preserving what knowledge we can will give us a decisive advantage over all the other morons in the wilderness. Just saving a single picture book of machines could pay massive dividends.
However saving a functioning example of said machine would allow us to make our own books when time permits and far less likely to be destroyed in a freak accident or rot away with time
>>4423655>Military equipment. After the War's close a great deal was left behind, and whether it came in the form of weapons, body armour or some other form of soldier's gear entirely, such goods would certainly aid a fair deal in defence if things came to that.>Books, papers and records. Many might be useful for no more than kindling, but even kindling was a good thing to have, and they might even find some valuable knowledge or information to be had.
>>4423655>Building Material>Military Equipment
>>4423655>Books, papers and records. Many might be useful for no more than kindling, but even kindling was a good thing to have, and they might even find some valuable knowledge or information to be had.>Military equipment. After the War's close a great deal was left behind, and whether it came in the form of weapons, body armour or some other form of soldier's gear entirely, such goods would certainly aid a fair deal in defence if things came to that.Brotherhood path.
[The Goliath Mark IV isn't actually a Char 2C, that's just the closest equivalent I could find in terms of its ridiculous size]>>4423663>>4423791>>4424371The people ventured out in large roaming parties, each under the guard of a constable. In general they were meant to attempt to acquire anything of value, but in particular they were under specific orders to focus in particular on books and papers that might prove valuable, and military equipment that might still be in a usable condition. For a week or more this lasted, a steady stream of goods flowing back, until an end was deemed to have been reached –determined by the point when the surrounding area had been cleaned to such an extent that any further scavenging trips would need to be overnight ones.The surrounding area as it turned out was fairly lacking in writings, the only ones to be found being occasional shelves in houses or the odd token from a military camp. Of these, a good number were burnt or soaked in such a state as to be hardly usable anymore, and as for those that weren't, the majority were of little real use –works of fiction, old magazines, anthologies of poetry and the like. Certainly they were of cultural value, the kind of thing Edgar might have read in his free time, but in terms of valuable knowledge their contents were limited indeed.Their other searches however proved a much better success. As one of the few sources of food the emergency government had left, Harbrook had been a location of extreme importance, enough so to warrant a great deal of military protection. Most of those fighters had abandoned their posts, but they must have done so in a hurry, for behind them they left a veritable treasure trove of gear.Helmets and body armour of all shapes and forms. Clubs, daggers, and bayonets in great numbers. Pistols and guns, and enough ammo to keep them going for at least a few fights yet. But there was one final treasure to be had, one that boggled the mind to see, and what so large, so heavy that several parties had to be organised in order to heave it back to the base.A Goliath Mk. III. A tank large enough to simply force its way through fortifications, thickly armoured enough to resist small arms and artillery, equipped with the turrets and machine guns to decimate enemy formations and fortifications. It was these vehicles that were being used in the latter days of the war, not even the largest or most destructive of weapons, but certainly more practical than the mad monstrosities of engineering that were the force's "experimental" designs. It would take fuel, and a lot of it. Ammunition would be difficult to come by, and maintaining it on the battlefield even more difficult. Even now, it would likely need repairs. But that didn't matter. What mattered was that they had it.And in the unlikely chance that it could be made to work, they would be unstoppable.
>>4424463 Technology:>Warfare - Fighters>Warfare - Guard PostsReligion:>Worship - Group PrayersCulture:>Society - RecipesRoleplay:>Public - Public Relations>Personal - MarriageMisc:>Order - Constable Privileges>Write in
>>4424464>Warfare - Fighters>Write inGovernment:Fix up our laws a bit so people people can air grievances or address them, and minor infractions don't mean littering 3 times then being executed
>Warfare Fighters We now have plenty of equipment let’s establish a professional military to use it.
>>4424463>>Warfare - Fighters
>>4424464>Warfare - Fighters
>>4424488>>4424491>>4424492>>4424499Fighters, that was what they needed. So far, they had been lucky –there had been no attacks, no attempted raids, nothing that could've hurt anyone. Certainly there looked to have been occasions when unidentified individuals had drawn close, but the sight of the fortifications had apparently acted as a deterrent. Sooner or later though, someone would gain the gall to attack, and they needed to be ready for that.At least the sheer amount of equipment they'd found would be enough to arm and armour any future fighting force in decent enough numbers anyhow. The question though remained: how exactly would such a group be organised? Right now, several ideas seemed to strike him.>Any man or woman of at least decently suitable age and physical condition would be given some level of training with basic weapons and fighting. Most of the time they would carry on with their normal lives, but when needed they could be conscripted into a levy. The cheapest and easiest option, as well as the one likely to provide the greatest amount of fighters, the main drawback is that none of them will have a particularly great deal of training or experience. >The organisation of the Constables already provides a ready-made hierarchy. Each Constable will lead a small cadre of fighters who can help enforce the law in times of peace and be drawn together into an army in times of conflict. They will be better trained and more permanent than a levy, but not quite at the level of a permanent organisation of warriors, though they'll generally be useful for a wider variety of situations.>The best option is British option: a permanent military force of individuals specialising in battle and nothing else. In an actual fight they will be better equipped and far more skilled than any other option for the job. However, the resources needed to support them will be expensive, they will be few in number, and in times of peace they may not face much use, and could even pose a threat.
>The Best Option is the British OptionAnd if we could come up with some red coats for them that would be great. But on a more serious note I feel merging law enforcement and military forces will lead to neither job being done as well. Particularly in cases such as sieges where we’ll need the constabulary to be keeping thieves out of the granary while others handle the defense. A full milita system of every able body has some benefits without a doubt it just seems that in a case we need something like that we can always press people into service so why not have a professional force to rely on in all but the most dire of circumstances
>>4424521>The best option is British optionOf course it is
>>4424521>>The organisation of the Constables already provides a ready-made hierarchy. Each Constable will lead a small cadre of fighters who can help enforce the law in times of peace and be drawn together into an army in times of conflict. They will be better trained and more permanent than a levy, but not quite at the level of a permanent organisation of warriors, though they'll generally be useful for a wider variety of situations.
>>4424521>>The organisation of the Constables already provides a ready-made hierarchy. Each Constable will lead a small cadre of fighters who can help enforce the law in times of peace and be drawn together into an army in times of conflict. They will be better trained and more permanent than a levy, but not quite at the level of a permanent organisation of warriors, though they'll generally be useful for a wider variety of situations.can't go full blown war machine yet.
>>4424524>>4424525Really, it was foolish to even consider the question in the first place. The best option was, and always would be the British option. Had their standing army not once conquered a quarter of the globe for them, won the war for them? Oh it had fallen apart in the end yes, but that was besides the point Edgar felt. An army was simply the best option of them right now, and with the aid of the Constables that was what he set about organising.By necessity it had to be small in size. These after all were men who would devote their lives to fighting and training, rather than working in the fields or doing labour with the rest of the populace. The Constables searched for men of good training and able body, and in the end they were able to come up with 23 individuals – hardly enough to fill a single platoon in the old army, but large nonetheless in comparison to their population. It could be managed though.The men themselves were a good sort. A large number of them had been fighters in the War, and even those who hadn't were strong enough and new their way around a weapon. Though they couldn't afford to waste bullets on training, most of the men knew their way around a gun anyhow, and they could still be trained well and extensively in the myriad other arts of combat.It was some months later that Edgar took himself to have a look at what the exact state of this "Army" was, and what he found was even. better than what his constables had been informing him.Each one of the 23 was kitted out with steel helmets and body armour, equipped with hand maces and knifes, even a pistol for every man. To watch them train was to see a cadre of soldiers with a degree of skill and professionally almost equal to that of the old British army itself, certainly better than what it had been in the last days of the War (Though that wasn't exactly saying much). And amongst each other there was a rapport, a camaraderie of the kind that truly marked out a good group of soldiers.They might not have been numerous, but they were as fine soldiers as Edgar had ever seen, and were it to come to battle, his people would be in safe hands with them as defence.---Technology:>Warfare - Guard PostsReligion:>Worship - Group PrayersCulture:>Society - Tribe Identity>Society - RecipesRoleplay:>Public - Public Relations>Personal - MarriageMisc:>Order - Constable Privileges>Write in
>Warfare Guard Posts Let’s give our soldiers some sort of work on the day to day keep them busy and keep up the morale of our people seeing themselves guarded by the elite of our society. Also see if we can round up some instruments and people who can play them for the army band.
>>4424632>Warfare - Guard PostsNeed to have our soldiers do something
>>4424632>Personal - MarriageHeirs or "democraticly" chozen succesors.
>>4424632>Warfare - Guard PostsSince we have an army we might as well deploy them to ensure our safety.
>>4424632>Society - Tribe IdentityWe need to be more than just an armed gang that shares the same space as some farmers.
>>4424639>>4424649>>4424674Over the period of time since the fortifications had first been built, Edgar had felt that some sort of guard would need to be assigned, some way to ensure that any enemy incursion would be quickly spotted and quickly dealt with. But there had always been other things to do, other matters that took priority. In the meantime, the mere presence of the fortifications was enough to act as its own deterrent.As of late, that had changed. On the occasions that the soldiers took their training outside, they had begun noticing footsteps in the mud, not those of lone wanderers, but a group. At first it was though to have been a mere one off, but similar such things were sighted several more times over the coming months. Every now and then, they even sighted smoke rising on the horizon, or movements in the far distance.Maybe it was nothing, just a band of survivors passing through. But that was a risk that didn't seem worth taking, not when they had already built up so much. Something needed to be done, something to ensure that any threat could be seen in advance, and dealt with just as quickly.Spaced across the border fortifications, five guard posts were built –really just flattened out platforms atop them protected by sandbags. The three closest to the entrance were stationed with five soldiers each, the two most distant stationed with four. With any luck, that would be enough to deter individual groups or small bands, and if a larger party were to approach, the alarm could quickly be raised.The distant movement and smoke remained, but there were no more approaches near the fortifications after that.---Diplomacy:>Peace - Establish ContactCulture:>Society - Tribe Identity>Society - RecipesRoleplay:>Public - Public Relations>Personal - MarriageMisc:>Order - Constable Privileges>Write in
>>4424742>Society - Tribe IdentityIt’s time for us to officially crate an identity for our people
>>4424742>>Personal - MarriageHEIRS.
>Society Tribal identity If there’s a choice I’d like to see us keep the aesthetic and discipline of the British Empire at its peek while culturally connecting with the old pagan roots of Arthurian legend. It seems to me the savagery and wildness of the old Celtic tradition could fit the post apocalyptic landscape of this world more then Christendom.
>>4424742>Society - RecipesLet's make sure people don't get too pissed about our bean heavy diet.
>>4424742>>Society - Tribe IdentityLets go hard into settler society. A New England small town republican identity would be best, it would increase cohesion and stability of our peoples while also preventing stagnation and calcification of power structures that is more inherent to top-down forms of governance.
>>4424742>>Personal - Marriage
>>4424744>>4424759>>4424824It is decided. Next update might take a bit longer to write up (Most have been on the order of 20 - 30 minutes or so), but hopefully it ought to be worth it.
>>4424742>Society Tribal identityWe need to introduce ourselves as someone or group before we do diplomacy.
[Sorry if the writing here feels a bit awkward and stilted, this segment was one I wasn't really sure how to write properly]---It was on a muggy Summer's dawn that the men were first sighted –a group on the horizon, several dozen in number if they could be seen that far out. It was something of an alarming sight, but not something entirely new, for in the year or so since the guard posts had first been established, such groups had been sighted a few times, staying well away each time. It wasn't the mere presence of the group that was alarming, it was something else entirely.It was the fact that the group was heading straight for them.The alarm was sounded, and in short order the soldiers had moved, congregating about the entrance and the posts nearby it. Word spread, and with it no small amount of panic. By afternoon Edgar had managed to set up an improvised system of runners with the aid of the Constables, so as to maintain at least some stream of proper information.The warband drew closer, and there was no doubting that; it was a warband. About 30 in number though it was difficult to guess, they were a raggedy bunch of men, scarred, emaciated and feral in the eyes. Some had on body armour and old uniforms, others wore only torn and worn civilian clothes. And worst of all was the fact that a number of them appeared to have upon them trophies: strips of bloodied cloth, teeth, and worse yet. It was a terrible sight, men who must once have been civilised now turned savage and barbaric as the darkest tales of Africa.Most savage looking of all though was their leader. He wore what looked to have once been a corporal's uniform, and over it a metal breastplate, daubed and painted with swirls, patterns and strange designs. On one sleeve were hung medals, and below them... below were the scalps of a dozen men if not more, dried and pinned like trophies. His face was concealed behind a gas mask, but any filters on it must have long since run down by now. Grey mud had been used to paint zig-zags and geometric faces upon it, and teeth had been attached to its side, like some demented kind of demon's face. Mad, feral, savage, and desperate. Exactly the kinds of people who would come here, try to take what they had worked so hard to build, so hard to accomplish. But it wouldn't happen –it couldn't happen! These marauders might try to attack, but the people would not go down without a fight.The gang camped that night, and hardly a man in the settlement slept, not the soldiers, not the people, least of all Edgar. The whole world seemed to draw breath in wait, a tension lying in the air so thick it could almost be felt. Then, in the moments just before dawn, the tension broke.
>>4424964In a single great wave, the warband rushed forward, so quickly that the soldiers barely had time to rush to their positions. The entrance had been blocked up with sandbags, the men armed with bayonets, but God if these savages weren't quick! In an instant the marauders were among them, leaping over the sandbags it half seemed, stabbing, clubbing, grabbing and pushing. This was not organised, this was not any fine story of glorious battle. This was a brawl, violent and bloody, disorganised and chaotic. Utter madness where thought disappeared and sheer, savage instinct took its place.For a brief, terrible moment, it seemed as though the marauders might actually win. Several of the soldiers had fallen, and a couple of Constables too. The melee went on, and the attackers in their berserker rage seemed impervious to pain and injury, willing to fight until the very last moment.Then, slowly, the tide began to turn. As time passed the soldiers rallied together, and one by one the ferals fell. Not just falling but being pushed back, the remaining soldiers forming into a line of metal, forcing themselves forward inch by steady inch, swiping their clubs, stabbing with their daggers, until the strength of the invaders diminished and at last faltered. Several of them ran, and were summarily pursued by the soldiers for some distance until it was at last given up on. The leader though had not been amongst them –that savage of savages had died in the battle, though not before taking several good men with him.When all was said and done, 15 people had died in total. Seven of them had been soldiers, two Constables, but six had been nothing more than decent, ordinary individuals who had chosen to fight for there own people.It was a dark, terrible experience, yet it was also a uniting one. They were not just survivors of the War, remnants of old Britain, they were compatriots, brothers and sisters of a new peoples, a new group, a new home. A home they would die to defend. One people is what they were, with one identity.The name started off as nothing more than a joke, inspired by comparisons of the valiant soldiers of that day with knights in shining armour like the stories of old. But it was a name that spread, that came to be used more and more until it was no longer a jest, but said in full seriousness. For they now were a single, united peoples, of a single tribe, as the Celts of old.And that tribe's name was Camelot.
>>4424966The years after that flew by quickly, the seasons coming and going quicker, quicker, until it seemed a decade must have passed (Not that many kept a calendar these days. What has been done over this past decade.---Pick TWOTechnology:>Architecture - Houses>Agriculture - Domestic Beasts>Government - RecordkeepingEconomy:>Settlement - Improve Fortifications>Tribe - Population Boom>Trade - BarterDiplomacy:>Peace - Contact Neighbours>War - Attack NeighboursCulture:>Society - The New Generation>Art - VexilloidsRoleplay:>Personal - ChildrenMisc:>Warfare - Fix Tank>Write In
>>4424969>Settlement - Improve Fortifications
>Domesticate Beasts Let’s be honest we can’t go wrong with this whatever type of domestic animals we get will be of benefit either through labor saving measures or food production either by being food (Cattle, Pigs, Poultry, etc) or by helping us hunt and preserve food (Dogs and Cats both can help hunt in different ways and kill the little critters that would get in to our granary) >Fix tank We have it, it’s a substantial force multiplier not as useful as something like a plane or even just a hot air ballon strategically but It gives us a fighting edge over any other group we’re likely to encounter, I also propose naming it the Round table, or Llamrei (king Arthur’s horse)
Changing my proposal >>4424975 to this >>4424977
>>4424969>Settlement - Improve Fortifications>Agriculture - Domestic BeastsI’d love to make some armour soon, maybe swords, also fixing the Tank might be nice it’d let us enforce Dominion over the other tribes in the area although ammo might become a problem
I feel with the tank it’s better as a threat you know then in actual combat our enemies only need to know we have it and we can use it to force them to make there plans around it as they won’t be able to know how much ammo we have for it. Also rolling it around with us for diplomatic meetings is just a big old you better take us real seriously and not fuck around with us.
>>4424969>>Agriculture - Domestic Beasts>>Personal - Children
>>4425003I’d suppose, but an empty threat is only good onceIt might be good to: Conquer our neighbors using the tank, spread rumours that we’re running on fumes/out of ammo, and proceed to utter crush the rebellion that may or may not be coming I’d also like a Wife and Children soonish, get ourselves a little Dynasty going, but it can wait a little bit
>>4424969>Agriculture - Domestic Beasts>Settlement - Improve FortificationsWhile the tank is cool it’s not really useful to be used while the settlement is still decently young
I think we should try to take our wife from a conquered people (if we ever do any conquering) or a people we seek to have positive relations with. The conquered people to bind our people together and prevent any much discrimination from our people and to ensure assimilation. And obviously for sealing alliances in the feudal sense marriage is always a tool. I think just trying to get married for the sake of getting married is uhh wasteful
Also the tank is better then static defenses, even if we don’t plan on making many offensives against our neighbors anytime soon. The tank can be used to bolster our defenses at the point of decision. Hold it in reserve and throw it at wherever the enemy is about to breakthrough or we could allow them to push us back at some points while falling our troops back in good order. Then swing the majority of our forces along with the tank at either flank surrounding the enemy. It could even work against numerically superior forces relies on the enemy being a bit of a idiot though if they outnumber us substantially in a situation like that using the tank as a reserve makes more sense.
>>4425030Yeah, do the standard medieval thing, take over an area and marry a woman from the largest of the conquered >>4425036Hammer and Anvil, maybe we could even back it up with some Cavalry
>>4424977>>4424984>>4424999>>4425028Domestic Beasts + Fix Tank - 2Domestic Beasts + Improve Fortifications - 2Anyone feel like breaking the tie? If it's still inconclusive in 20 minutes I'll use the standard tiebreaker rule, and then I'm done for tonight.
>>4425126sure Domestic Beasts + Improve Fortifications Tank is nice but we need foundations
Fuck, nooooooo! Fortifications are just asking to be sieged by a larger force we need to be able to drive them off not be stuck behind our walls. Plus if the enemy has artillery were just boned it even if we implement proper dug outs and the like to protect personnel from it we won’t be able to haul all our valuable infrastructure under ground.
>>4425154In fairness this isn't game over for getting the tank into operating condition, it's just going to be longer and less easy of an effort than had it been selected as a timeskip option.
I know but it just a pet peeve of mine I suppose to stick so strictly to static defenses I mean all the lessons of history show how bad of a idea it is though depending on what period or history it’s bad for different reasons. Though I do imagine with a decade of work we will have some pretty impressive fortifications which is a bonus.
Also heading off now for the night actually, as given how late it is here it's probably better if i write it when I'm better rested instead.
>>4425190Take care man, and keep up the quest its been fun reading so far.
>>4424969>>Government - Recordkeeping>Personal - Children
Ten years have passed now, more or less, and over that time many things have come to pass in Camelot.The wastelands are a barren place, but not entirely empty of life. Over the course of the years, a few groups and individuals have begun to raise and breed rats, the animals now no longer vermin but one of Camelot's main sources of meat. One individual has even managed to find a flock of poultry to take care of, and though their meat and eggs are rare things indeed, they provide a connection to the way things were which no beans or other vegetables could provide. Most of the new births of animals seem in some ways strangely formed or structured, but that is of little matter– they still serve their purposes well enough.The fortifications have been improved a fair deal too. Once little more than piles of stone, sandbags and rubble about the height of a man, they have been rebuilt as proper sloped walls, the inner structure build of earth and the outer of stone, bricks and rubble crudely mortared together with mud and plant fibre, 12 feet tall in full and protected across the top with barbed wire. A ditch outside has been dug, about 7 feet deep, and someone even managed to scavenge a gate from a nearby town, augmenting it with sheet metal to protect the one entrance to Camelot. The resulting fortifications took a great deal of labour over the years, and remain somewhat crude in appearance, but there is little denying that they have proved effective as equal parts defence and deterrent.As can be expected, a new generation of children has been born of the survivors, small yes but larger than one might have expected. Amazingly, none whatsoever have shown any signs of deformity, and neither have they shown much of the physical or mental stunting that many feared. It seems there may be hope yet for the future.Every now and again visits have been exchanged with the neighbouring tribe, a fairly amiable bunch by all accounts. Inhabiting a shored up old military encampment, they herd rats and engage in a small amount of cultivation (Nowhere near your agriculture), but otherwise rely on what little they can hunt and gather from the surrounding environment. They trade with you, mostly for food, and from them you are able to obtain salvage and scrap the likes of which the area closely surrounding Camelot has long since been cleared of.Edgar remains a bachelor, and with an age now surely in his 40s, it is half-wondered by some whether he shall ever marry.Life is good in Camelot.---Technology:>Architecture - Houses>Government - RecordkeepingEconomy:>Tribe - Population Boom>Trade - Barter [Continue]Diplomacy:>Peace - Contact Neighbours [Continue]>War - Attack NeighboursCulture:>Society - The New Generation [Continue]>Art - VexilloidsRoleplay:>Personal - MarriageMisc:>Warfare - Fix Tank>Write In
>>4425835>Personal - MarriageWe should definitely try and marry someone from one of the neighboring tribes as the world devolves back into feudalism
>>4425835>>Personal - Marriage>>4425844this
>>4425844>Personal - MarriageSupporting, but we really should get some selective breeding on our animals, try to breed out all of the mutations and deformities, otherwise we'll be eating fallout-like abominations in a few decades.
>>4425835>>Personal - Marriage
>Peace Contact neighborsSo that we can see if they have any women of high enough station for us to marry them. I think we’re jumping the gun by just going straight to marrying who ever is available.
>>4425844>>4425849>>4425856>>4425874>>4425915It wasn't often that Edgar visited the neighbouring tribe, but it did happen occasionally. Most trade with the Harthwaiters as they called themselves was done on an individual basis, but occasionally when there was something bigger in play –a large-scale shipment of food for example, or a particularly valuable haul of scrap –he had cause to do negotiations himself with their leader, Kingsley, a man of heavy built and intimidating height, more close to seven feet tall than six.It had been on the past few such visits however that a particular woman had stuck out, time and time again. Appearance-wise she was distinctive enough, tall as him if not taller and of a similarly heavy built to Kingsley, with an array of tattoos across her neck and arms, finely and elaborately designed even though the manner of making them must have been quite crude. He'd seen similar such designs elsewhere throughout the encampment of the Harthwaiters, on clothes, fabrics, tins and more.An interesting woman by all accounts, certainly one he wouldn't mind finding a bit more about. But how to do so?>Approach and talk to her directly –after all, what's the worst that could happen?>Ask around the Harthwaiter settlement. That ought to give a broader, and thus more accurate range of information.>Ask Kingsley. He's the leader of the tribe after all, and thus the best one to know about anyone whose a part of it.
>Ask Kingsley This is a political deal let’s go through proper political channels.
>>4426094>>Approach and talk to her directly –after all, what's the worst that could happen?fortune favors the bold
>>4426094>>Ask Kingsley. He's the leader of the tribe after all, and thus the best one to know about anyone whose a part of it.
>>4426094>Ask Kingsley. He's the leader of the tribe after all, and thus the best one to know about anyone whose a part of it.Do you have a more detailed description of her, OP? Is she hot?
>>4426094>>Approach and talk to her directly –after all, what's the worst that could happen?
>>4426182:/ my internet is shit friends apologies
>>4426179I'll see if I can do up a sketch at some point. Basically, she's 5 feet 10 (i.e. Seriously tall by this time's standards –Edgar is 5 feet 7 for reference, which actually puts him a bit above average), and quite heavily built, which is to say her body is fairly broad even though she herself is quite underweight. Slightly dark olive skin, black eyes and black hair that's been cut short to a little less than shoulder length. Her neck, arms and hands all have detailed and elaborate tattoos on them done up in blue ink.Overall I guess I'd say fairly attractive, as much as can be in this world (It goes without saying a malnourished life in a post-apocalyptic world doesn't do wonders for one's looks)
>>4426106>>4426158>>4426179>>4426370The trade deal was winding to a close now – the negotiations were all finished, the goods unpacked, and now all that needed to be done was account for them all in order to ensure no tampering or cheating, and they would be off back to Camelot. Off to the side Edgar could see the woman, touching up the ink designs upon a Harthwaiter man's arm. The colour and style of the tattoos matched her own, as did those on a number of the tribesmen now that it occurred to him.Approaching Kingsley, the two leaders gave a few brief greetings and comments on the trade deal, before Edgar got to the primary matter he wished to discuss."That woman over there," he noted as casually as he could manage, nodding towards where she sat "what's her story then?""Oh, 'Lizzie?" Kingsley gave a noncommittal shrug. "Old cousin of mine, picked her up in Blackburgh when we were still wandering. Pain in the arse to deal with if I'm being honest (no respect at all I'll tell you) but she does a cracking tattoo. See this?" He gestureed to the inkwork on the left half of his face –an intricate, weaving pattern of spirals, swirls, waves and dots. Put that work on a canvas and you could hang it in a gallery."Her work, an' all the other boys too. She'll paint and draw anywhere she can get the materials, and they're mighty good too. Weren't for the War God knows where she'd be now. Aye, she's an inspired one she is. Only she weren't so bloody impertinent..."He grumbled for several moments afterwards before falling into silence, the men standing side-by-side waiting for the accounting to be done. In the meantime the woman, Elizabeth, finished working on the tribesman's tattoo, standing and making her way away to one of the dugouts that now seemed to serve as this tribes' dwellings.As work on the trade goods finished and it came to time to leave, Kingsley paused for a moment before making one final note to Edgar. "Single too, if yer' wondering. Good luck to you's all I can say."And then it was time to return to Camelot. ---It's obvious that something needed to be done to get closer to Elizabeth, especially now that Edgar knew a little more about her. But how exactly to do so? How to strike up a rapport?>Try talking with her about her artwork. After all, it's rare to see a creative soul, and she should surely enjoy encountering someone interested.>Simply try talking to her in small amounts regardless of the subject, whenever opportunity is had to visit the Harthwaiters. It might take a bit of a while, but it could make it easier in the long run to get to know one another and see if there's a spark.>Try to arrange a situation with Kingsley or one of the other Harthwaiters where they "coincidentally" end up in a situation wherein they can talk and get to know each other. Done properly it can seem the most natural –and done badly, the most unnatural.>Something else (Write in)
>>4426436>Try talking with her about her artwork. After all, it's rare to see a creative soul, and she should surely enjoy encountering someone interested.
>>4426436>>Try talking with her about her artwork. After all, it's rare to see a creative soul, and she should surely enjoy encountering someone interested.
>Try arranging things with KingsleyLet’s be honest the woman herself doesn’t much matter it’s the political connections we’re after and it seems he’ll be happy to be rid of her. Also offer for our dowry to teach them how to better practice agriculture and even plant a small bean patch for them to show them how it’s done proper. In return since there in a military encampment and might have the parts ask them to repair the tank for a wedding present and we can even put the Altar up on the engine deck of the tank.
>>4426436>Try talking with her about her artwork. After all, it's rare to see a creative soul, and she should surely enjoy encountering someone interested.Maybe Edgar did some art in boarding school
>>4426474>>4426510>>4426566When Edgar first approached Elizabeth to ask her about her art, it hadn't taken very long to see why Kingsley had described the woman as he had done. Her words were short at first and all too many of them rude and crass –she seemed impatient, and had Edgar's sole purpose been an insincere desire to flirt or impress, he had little doubt that she would've quite quickly seen him off though.In actual fact though, he was genuinely interested –in better days he had been educated on many of history's great artists (Though never shown much talent it himself), and he had read and seen much more of it in his own free time. As for Elizabeth's works, they were quite frankly the first proper pieces of art he'd seen in years, and amazingly good ones at that, finely made and distinctive in their style. How could he not be interested?Once that grew clear, Elizabeth quickly warmed up. A conversation like this, truly deep, meaningful, with someone who was not only interested in art but understood it, actually had their own knowledge in it, was one she had clearly been dying for for a long, long time now.Over the coming hours, the world about them slipped from their minds entirely as the pair talked, talked, talked. Edgar had never particularly had trouble with talking to people, but with Elizabeth their rapport was something else entirely –not just a mere conversation but an experience, every word between them flowing smoothly, naturally, as though they had known each other for years. It was something he had never experienced in his life, and it was wonderful.Evening came as a shock to the two of them –had they really been talking for the entire day? It hardly felt like it at all quite frankly, the hours having easily slipped away without their even realising it. They parted ways that night, but as Edward returned home to Camelot, he did so with a smile on his face, a smile that, though he did not know it, was almost exactly matched upon Elizabeth's.Over the coming weeks and months, they would meet again many a time. Edgar supposed in the old days it might have been called courting, and that was certainly what a number of people in Camelot and amongst the Harthwaiters were calling it. He didn't know what he would call it himself right now though. All he knew was that it felt good.
>>4426597Of course, it was clear for anyone to see that soon, a partnership would be in the air. One question though remained for Edward: who should he tell about it first?>Elizabeth obviously. She was the one he intended upon proposing to, and so it was only natural that they discuss it beforehand, ensured that all was settled before the actual marriage itself began.>Kingsley. Elizabeth is a part of his tribe, and a relative of his at that, so it is only right to consult him.>No one. It should be done properly, a surprise, rather than some artificial, pre-planned arrangement. This was love after all. Besides, it would give him more time to arrange his own preparations.>Something else (Write in)
>>4426601>Elizabeth obviously. She was the one he intended upon proposing to, and so it was only natural that they discuss it beforehand, ensured that all was settled before the actual marriage itself began.
>Kingsley obviously We are not being Paris of Troy this cannot happen. Also try to make the wedding a official affair gift her people as much of our agricultural skill as possible and in return see if they can fix the tank. Our relations can normalize from there and hopefully they will one day be our willing vassals.
>>4426601>>Elizabeth obviously. She was the one he intended upon proposing to, and so it was only natural that they discuss it beforehand, ensured that all was settled before the actual marriage itself began.
>>4426601>>Kingsley. Elizabeth is a part of his tribe, and a relative of his at that, so it is only right to consult him.
>>4426629I agree with anon but we shouldn't give them everything about agriculture and I don't think they will agree to being a vassal.
Not everything obviously but enough to get a good return gift out of them and to vassalize them is likely a generation long task but we lay the seeds of future fruits now
>>4426601>>Elizabeth obviously. She was the one he intended upon proposing to, and so it was only natural that they discuss it beforehand, ensured that all was settled before the actual marriage itself began.We’re not fully tribal yet
This is a post apocalypse occurring in the early twentieth century likely as a result of a never ending Great War. It is still common place even before the apocalypse for family member approval to be required before any official proposals and depending on how aristocratic or rural you are the woman’s opinion still wouldn’t matter
>>4426860Yeah, but depending on how long the war lasted, you might have gender equality from women taking men’s places as they went to war and didn’t come back
>>4426601>Elizabeth obviously. She was the one he intended upon proposing to, and so it was only natural that they discuss it beforehand, ensured that all was settled before the actual marriage itself began.Kingsley already said good luck.
INTERLUDE –Several Millennia LaterThe portrait was ancient. at least two thousand years old, if not older. The paper was textured and off-white, so thin and frail looking it seemed as though the slightest gust of wind would have caused it to crumble apart. Yet in spite of all that age, the portrait upon it, that design of ink and pencil, still remained perfectly preserved.The archivist wondered who this woman must have been, born in such a long ago time. Had she lived in that fabled golden age of wealth and industry, that all the old myths and stories spoke of? Had she seen the great War that brought the Ancients to their ruin, turned the world into a living hell? The stories she must have been able to tell, to have lived in an era like that, seen the things she must have done.What was her name? What had she been like in life? Who had she known and loved? And who had done this portrait of her, that had survived the test of all these centuries and millennia when greater works had long since been lost?The archivist supposed he never would really know. Whoever this woman was, she had died over two thousand years ago. Still, he supposed as he wandered away down the long, narrow corridor, it was interesting to think on, even if he would never really know the answers.On the back of the paper, a long dead language spelled out in spidery, faded letters 'Lizzie'
[Aight, back to the main story now]>>4426623>>4426654>>4426697>>4426832As Edgar and Elizabeth continued to meet and talk every now and again, the conversation now began to turn towards a more proper, permanent partnership. Marriages weren't really something that occurred all too often these days. Certainly people would engage in partnerships, but weddings, rings, clergy, all that tradition and ceremony? Long since gone out the window, not that it had been very common even during the days of the War. Even so though, it was something the pair of them decided they wanted to do. The both of them wanted to be together after all, and Elizabeth couldn't much deny that Edgar was far better company than most of the Harthwaiters. And that was discounting the other fact of what a marriage would mean: a proper connection with the Harthwaiters, a bond between the two tribes that would not be severed for at least as long as Edgar or Elizabeth lived.Yet even having long since worked it out, Elizabeth still seemed surprised that day Edgar knelt in front of her and gave the classic words, offering up a ring to her. It wasn't much, a simple band of copper etched with basic designs along the side (It had taken ages to find a ring at all), but to see her expression you would think it was the Koh-i-Noor itself that he was offering her.Hardly once did they leave each other's side for the next two weeks as planning for the wedding commenced, messages being sent out to the Harthwaiters, mass organisation on a level that hadn't been done in Camelot in years. But the end result of all that effort was, without a shadow of doubt, worth it.To the end of his days, Edgar never figured out where in the world a completely intact wedding dress had been procured from for Elizabeth, nor how someone had managed to acquire the ingredients to bake a cake, but he wasn't going to ask. The event took place in the Square, more crowded than it had ever been before with all Camelot's inhabitants and a significant number of Harthwaiters in attendance too. The ceremony itself was performed by a Harthwaiter who had been a clergyman before the War, reading from an old and battered pocket bible. Doubtless it would all have appeared cheap and ramshackle to someone from the old days, but to Edgar and Elizabeth, to the myriad peoples in attendance, it was one of the most beautiful things they had ever seen, and when the newly made husband and wife kissed, the cheers were deafening.
>>4427274The festivities afterwards continued long into the night. Fried eggs, roast chicken and beans swimming in gravy made for a fine meal indeed for the attendants, especially with the small portions of wedding cake that came as a dessert. There was dancing and singing, laughing and shouting, doubtless more than a few people pairing off and wandering into the night. Throughout it all, individuals would occasionally walk up to the newlywed couple to offer up a gift –a well conditioned book for instance, a piece of fine china, an old mirror. A few men had even scrounged together the materials to take a photograph of the couple (Likely the last that would ever be taken in Camelot). Kingsley's gift though, was one that needed to be carried in by several men.It was a wood gas generator. They had begun to grow popular as the war dragged on and fuel shortages became rampant, but as far as Edgar had been aware most had since been requisitioned by the emergency government in its crumbling days. On its own it would be useless, but linked and fuelled properly it could be used to generate electricity, or to drive a car.Even to drive a tank, if you were to stock up enough on its products.In the days afterwards, life mostly returned to normal, the standard daily routine. Yet things would be different from now on. Now, Camelot was truly and properly bound with its neighbouring tribe. Now Edgar had a close companion, the first in a long, long time.Now, the world seemed just that bit brighter than it had done before.---Technology:>Architecture - Houses>Government - RecordkeepingDiplomacy:>Politics - SuccessorEconomy:>Tribe - Population Boom>Trade - Barter [Continue]Culture:>Society - The New Generation [Continue]>Art - Vexilloids>Art - Tattoos Misc:>Warfare - Tank>Write In
>>4427278>>Government - Recordkeeping
>>4427278>>Architecture - HousesWe need to get proper houses going for our people.
>>4427278>Architecture - HousesWe are a proper tribe with an identity and great (for the time) fortifications we need a place for people to actually live that isn’t just rundown pre-war houses and huts
>>4427278>>>Architecture - Houses
>>4427278>Government - RecordkeepingWe can't go down in mythology. The days of old must be remembered and to be learnt from.
>Government Record Keeping I hate having to be the dissenting voice here but the truth of the matter is a improvement in living conditions will likely lead to a population boom and to sustain that effectively we need a rigorous government bureaucracy
>>4427278>>4427403change thisto >Government - Recordkeeping
>>4427278>>Government - Recordkeeping>>Art - Tattoos
>>4427278>>Government - RecordkeepingYeah that shot into the future was too soon....Didn't get to preserve more history....
>>4427904In fairness it's not as if the old world is long lost yet or anything –its only been about 14, 15 years or so give or take a year or two since you left Millfield, so the vast majority of your populace are still people who survived the Great War. People who remember the times before the War are another matter though, given even the youngest are in their 50s at this point...
>>4427951Our wife looks like she could be related to Mr. Burns from the Simpsons.
>>4427295>>4427469>>4427477>>4427501>>4427904The state of Camelot's records have been, to put it bluntly, utterly disastrous. It wasn't as though things were particularly good when Edgar had been a politician under the emergency government, but at least then there had been something to go by!Now? The majority of the information he received from his constables was obtained by word of mouth, guesstimates, maybe something scribbled on a piece of scrap paper if he was lucky. Oh it was functional enough for the time being, but if was nothing if not frustrating. Something needed to be done.Over the coming weeks, Edgar attempted to institute at least some level of reform in order to gain a degree of accurate records. Writing material would be obtained, proper accounts made of what they had in store, and of any events of note too. It would be simple, nothing like the bureaucracies, paperwork and records of old, but it would be recordkeeping of a form.Even that much though proved difficult. Scrap paper in proper condition to write on was difficult to find, and though they did some level of production with rags and bits of scrap cloth and vegetable fibre, the result could only barely be called paper in the first place. For the most part, the best material they could make was a basic kind of parchment out of rat skin, and the resource cost of that meant the records were far fewer in number than he would've liked.As for the records themselves... shoddy would be a generous way of putting them. Nobody was really keeping a calendar, so any dates were mostly based on whatever notable events there were "4 days since Joseph Moore was hanged" for example, or "29 days since the harvest, in the year that Ed Blake died" –hardly precise, to say the least. Neither were the accounts within them all too precise, the numbers rough accounts and estimates more often than not. Much the same could be said of the chronicles of events, often muddled by exaggeration, misremembering or outright lies.He had records alright. But they were fewer than he would've liked, imprecise, shoddy and inaccurate. Oh he could use them, he would use them, but only with all the grains of salt and skepticism that they deserved.---Technology:>Architecture - HousesDiplomacy:>Politics - SuccessorEconomy:>Trade - Barter [Continue]Culture:>Society - The New Generation [Continue]>Art - Vexilloids>Art - TattoosRoleplay:>Personal - Private Library Misc:>Warfare - Tank>Write In
>>4428074I guess I can kinda see it, though it's certainly not the first thing that'd come to mind for me.
> Write In Politics Coronation While thinking about succession is often wise we haven’t even formalized a government beyond I’m in charge and haven’t messed up enough too be removed from power. Thus I suggest while we are in a good state to host a coronation for ourselves and our wife, a great ceremony invite the neighbors of course and give our people a couple days off to enjoy festivities and make it a festival like environment. At the culmination of the event we get the significant leaders of our knights to Crown us King Uther (King Arthur’s Father) we can keep our last name Pendragon sounds pretty stupid anyhow. And Crown our wife Queen Igrane the first if she’ll go with it if not we’ll I don’t suppose it matters all that much. But anyhow just formalize our rule in a monarchical fashion and give our people a time to celebrate.
>>4428138>>Personal - Private LibraryHow much time personal actions take ?
>>4428195It varies, but generally much less than actions of a broader scae.
>>4428138>Warfare - TankLet’s get it up and running, that or start making armour and weaponry
>>4428138>Architecture - Houses
>>4428138Knights of old and keepers of the knowledge of old.
>>4428780>Personal - Private Library
>>4428195>>4428803Edgar had, from his youth, been something of a learned individual, the sort of person who preferred to spend his time reading and expanding his breadth of knowledge. To this day he still had fond memories of the Bodleian Library at Oxford (Though most of the books had been moved to locations more secure from air raids by that point), and the packed bookshelves in the halls of his old home.There was nothing like that in Camelot of course. Oh he had books in his house, but they were few in number, stacked up in small, scattered piles here and there, no organisation or order to them at all. And as for their attempts at scavenging for books, they had only obtained a small number that weren't ruined or damaged in some way, and even fewer of those had properly survived through the years.But couldn't he try? Couldn't he make at least some sort of sanctuary, a space in his and Elizabeth's home where books and writings would be collected and stored, just like in the old days? A legacy for their children, if nothing else.He could make an attempt at least. There was one room in the house which must have been some sort of study for its previous owner, though its contents were empty now. Barter with some Harthwaiter salvagers allowed him to obtain a bookshelf, though the wood was worn, stained and aged. Searching through the house he gathered together all the books and papers he could find, along with any more he could get from elsewhere in the settlement. All would be stored in the bookshelf of this new library, ordered according to their nature and subject.The end result was... well, it was a library of some form anyhow. He didn't exactly have much of a choice in books, so for the most part it was shabby novellas and worn magazines, old anthologies of poetry and occasional academic texts. There were was one book from an Encyclopedia Britannica collection. As well as that were also stored what few records there were in as good an order as could be managed, though given the dating system most used that wasn't any easy task at all.It was nothing like what he would've had, smaller, stranger in selection and less organised than any proper old library. But under the circumstances, it was the best he could manage. And frankly, with Elizabeth unwell these past few weeks he had enough on his mind as it was.---Technology:>Architecture - HousesDiplomacy:>Politics - SuccessorEconomy:>Trade - Barter [Continue]Culture:>Society - The New Generation [Continue]>Art - Vexilloids>Art - TattoosMisc:>Warfare - Tank>Write In
>>4428890>Politics - Successor
>>4428890>Architecture - Houses
>>4428890>>Architecture - Houses
>>4428890>Architecture - HousesHow long have we been living here without proper houses? Maybe we can get some brick production going.
[No image for this one I'm afraid, though I should have a sketch out tomorrow for a common house in Camelot]>>4429076>>4429093>>4429266>>4429481For the first long while, Camelot's inhabitants had simply crowded into what pre-War houses and dwellings stood in Harbrook –crowded conditions to be sure, more overcrowded than the old city slums even. But in those days there had been more important matters for people to occupy their minds with, so they simply roughed it for the time being and hoped for better conditions in the future. Increasingly as the years passed by though, that grew more and more untenable. People became tired of living so crowded, so without privacy, and that was without even considering the issues of sickness and hygiene. Only exacerbating the issue was the new births that were occurring, the rise of a new generation that needed to be housed and fed.So steadily, bit by bit, people had begun to filter out of their old houses and construct their own dwellings. At first these had been little more than crude shanties of scavenged material, resting against the better-built pre-War dwellings for support, but step by step, piece by piece, knowledge was built up, experience garnered. And so as Edgar walked through Camelot, there was a very specific kind of house that was built again and again.Inspired by the dugouts of the War, these houses were half dug into the earth, both insulated and sheltered from the elements, to some extent anyhow. On the surface, three sides were nothing but roof, heather thatch on most of the houses, but occasionally with one made of heavy sod instead –not as permanent as a proper tile roof, but insulating and good enough, . The front side was generally stone and rubble mortared together with mud and straw, with an entrance "door" of either scrap corrugated iron or carved wood –lacking, in either case, of knob or lock.Inside, the floors were packed dirt, and divided into three "rooms" separated either by curtains or by frame-supported walls of mud and straw. The first and largest room was a general "living area", one where people would talk, eat, spend most of their daily activities, with a fireplace for cooking and warmth in the corner, attached to a chimney of stone. The second room was a sleeping area, used by the entire family of occupants. Finally, there was the third and smallest room, a storehouse for goods, clothes, personal possessions and anything else of the occupying family they wanted kept.Such houses weren't anything like the sorts that folk lived in before the War, but though they may have been lacking in comfort or amenities, they offered coziness, independence and perhaps most importantly of all, space. So when the leader walked through the pathways of Camelot, the landscape was now interspersed with a number of new dwellings and pit-houses, the homes of a new generation. A generation he supposed his child would be a part of. For Elizabeth was pregnant.
>>4429626Diplomacy:>Politics - SuccessorEconomy:>Trade - Barter [Continue]Culture:>Society - The New Generation [Continue]>Society - Apprenticeships>Art - Vexilloids>Art - TattoosMisc:>Warfare - Tank>Write In
>>4429629>Warfare - Tank
>Warfare Tank Better get it running before we need it and we don’t seem to have any pressing needs right now
>>4429629>Warfare - TankIt’s time
>>4429629>>Warfare - Tank
>>4429629It was this or Tattoos >Warfare - Tank
>>4429629>Society - Apprenticeshipscan't use tank if future generations don't know how to work shit.
>>4429626>>Warfare - Tank
>>4430128>>4429942>>4429768>>4429707>>4429672>>4429641For over 10 years now, the Goliath Mk. III had stood in Camelot, a testament to the sheer madness of the Great War. The idea that not just one but hundreds of these machines had been used in battle, and that they hadn't even been the largest nor most ambitious monstrosities of engineering that that time had produced... in truth most of the younger generations simply didn't believe it at all. They hadn't even seen the tank move in all the years it had stood there.Now though, there were those who wanted to see it move again. For one thing Camelot was in a good enough state now that they could reasonably afford the resources to get it running again, but more to the point they were steadily reaching a point where they needed to make a choice between either getting it to work again, or just allowing the tank to sit and rust forevermore. Even the youngest of those who knew anything of engineering were beginning to face 40 now, and they weren't going to be getting any younger. If they didn't take the chance now, who knew how long it might be before it slipped from their hands altogether?The question still remained though: where would they first begin?--->Stockpile fuel. A perfectly functioning tank is of no use if you've no way to fuel it, and it'll take a while to generate enough with the wood gasifier.>Gather mechanical parts and attempt to repair those parts of the tank that have broken down over the years. After all, goodness only knows the kind of risks that trying to use the tank in its current state could entail.>Obtain whatever ammunition can be found for the tank's artillery and small arms. Impressive a working tank might be, without ammo it is little more than a glorified troop transport. Better to have the means to make use of it first before they are actually needed.
>>4430290>>Gather mechanical parts and attempt to repair those parts of the tank that have broken down over the years. After all, goodness only knows the kind of risks that trying to use the tank in its current state could entail.
>>4430290You don't really need the thing to move, just put it in front of the gate and let the enemies come up with the answer.Defensive combat is currently our strongest area, with easily defensible walls that could weather everything less than TNT, and a relatively well-armed defense force.So ammunition might be the only thing we will need, maybe put up easily removable metal plates on the front of the tank? so that we could keep the tank in mint condition and use expendable armor that could be changed in a matter of minutes.
>>4430290>Gather mechanical parts and attempt to repair those parts of the tank that have broken down over the years. After all, goodness only knows the kind of risks that trying to use the tank in its current state could entail.
An average family's house in Camelot.
>>4430416based and long house pilled
>4430416Kinda decent.The drawing is also very nice.
>>4430290>Gather mechanical parts and attempt to repair those parts of the tank that have broken down over the years. After all, goodness only knows the kind of risks that trying to use the tank in its current state could entail.Ammo doesn’t matter if the guns don’t fire
>>4430290>Gather mechanical parts and attempt to repair those parts of the tank that have broken down over the years. After all, goodness only knows the kind of risks that trying to use the tank in its current state could entail.We should find others in good condition and put them in storage for future use when we can repair and run more of them.
>>4430294>>4430302>>4430355>>4430400>>4430404>>4430583>>4430761It had been some time since anyone had ever had cause to visit the old cities to scavenge for supplies. After all, the trip was long, the risks high, and they could always just barter with the Harthwaiters for materials. There had simply been no need for it.With the tank though, it was different. They needed to be certain, they needed to do this themselves. To entrust a task of this magnitude to others was to invite disaster. Besides which, they already had a location in mind: an old munitions factory from the War. With any luck it wouldn't have been entirely looted, and whatever they scavenged would be enough for their needs.What they found was more than they could have ever hoped for.Looters had been through the factory yes, but it was clear what they had been after: small arms and the ammo to go with them, armour, gas-masks and the like. Not at all what the men were looking for, and even then it appeared the previous looters had been light on their pickings. As for what remained? Enough mechanical tools and parts to fix up the Goliath several times over. The components and machinery to fix a plethora of machines, even build new ones if necessary. And ammunition, ammunition to give the tank a bite to go with its bark, a true presence in battle that no enemy could stand against.Enough, in short, to require multiple round trips to gather all that could be gathered, and a genuine need to search for the space to store it all in. Repairing the tank was a task that took somewhat more time, but little more than a couple of months later, the Goliath Mk. III was in working order once again: drivable, shootable, a moving landship the likes of which the new generation had never seen before, not in fully functional form anyhow.Elsewhere though, another event was happening in Camelot...
>>4430886>Elsewhere though, another event was happening in Camelot...Well that doesn't sound ominous
Edgar couldn't remember the last time he'd been so worried in his life.Elizabeth's pregnancy had gone, if not well, then certainly not any worse than could've been expected. The usual slew of symptoms, some easier to deal with than others. The woman herself of course had been most irritated, but he wouldn't have expected anything less from her.Then of course there came the birth itself, and God there was an awful thing! Thankfully one of the old women in the settlement had served as a midwife before the War, but even then the birth had begun to go badly –blood, so much blood, and dear God the screaming... it seemed a small miracle that Elizabeth had survived at all, let alone the baby.In the weeks since though, she wasn't doing any better, much the opposite. Her skin was pale and yellowish, hot and sweaty to the touch, yet constantly beset by shivers. She could hardly eat, and what little she did consume she all too often couldn't hold down for very long. She had been infected, that much he knew, and even had they had access to all the doctors and medical supplies of old Britain he would still have been scared. Now? All he could do was pray.Yet the baby still lived. Healthy, undeformed, beautiful –his child, their child.Their Victoria.---Technology:>Medicine - Healers>Medicine - Herbal RemediesDiplomacy:>Politics - SuccessorEconomy:>Trade - Barter [Continue]Culture:>Society - Apprenticeships>Art - Vexilloids>Art - TattoosRoleplay:>Private - Support ElizabethMisc:>Write In
>>4431026>Private - Support Elizabeth
>>4431026>>Society - ApprenticeshipsWe need to preserve our knowledge and start educating the new generation.
>>4431026>>Society - Apprenticeships
>>4431026>>Private - Support Elizabeth
>>4431026>>Society - ApprenticeshipsCan we get our own tattoos to match Elizabeth’s?
>>4431106As a write-in yes if you want.
>>4431026>Medicine - Herbal RemediesTo support Elizabeth.
>>4431038>>4431101>>4431228>>4431041>>4431063>>4431101Anyone want to break this tie? If not I'll go with the standard tiebreaker rule in a couple hours.
>>4431026>>4431742>Society - Apprenticeships
[Apologies for not having this out yesterday]>>4431744>>4431106>>4431063>>4431041As the generation born around the time that Camelot acquired its name begins to reach adulthood, most haven't been given the chance to acquire the education that was compulsory even in the days of the War. Knowledge limited to stories told by their parents and acquaintances, few have much knowledge of history, geography, even basic literacy much of the time. Even so though, there is one way in which they have been able to receive an education of some form: apprenticeships. It started simply as a way to take advantage of children old enough to be worthwhile as assistants and helpers, but has since grown into a full system of knowledgeable adults taking on apprentices to pass their skills down to, and receive assistance from in turn. In both expanding the existing labour pool and ensuring that certain essential skills will always remain, it really has managed to kill two birds with one stone.Some would say that the skills aren't the finest for preserving the ways of the old world – they learn how to cut timber and mortar together small stones, but not how to engineer; how to sew together bits of old clothes but not how to make new ones; how to make a use from the remnants of old machines but not how to build more devices. Still, it serves its purpose, and Camelot's future after the old generation is dead and gone looks fairly certain. What more could be asked for than that?Elizabeth for the most part has recovered from her infection. She still remains weaker than before though, more frail seeming even with her height, and less quick than before. She is though alive, and that is what matters.---Technology:>Medicine - Healers>Medicine - Herbal RemediesDiplomacy:>Politics - SuccessorCulture:>Society - Apprenticeships>Art - Vexilloids>Art - TattoosRoleplay:>Private - Raise VictoriaMisc:>Write In
>>4433403>Medicine - Healers
>>4433403>Medicine - HealersAfter this one raise Victoria.
>>4433403>>Medicine - Healers
>>4433403>>Private - Raise Victoria>>4433439children don't wait to grow up
>>4433403change my vote here>>4433463to>Private - Raise Victoria
>>4433420>>4433439When word had first gone out amongst Camelot's peoples of Elizabeth's sickness, few in truth had expected her to live long, least of all the younger folk. Mothers died in childbirth, it was a fact of life –infections and illnesses could kill, and there wasn't a thing one could do about it. Even when Edgar had called upon what few there were who had at least some experience as medics and doctors, there was little hope. And so, when word was that she had recovered, the awe and celebration was all the greater.In the years after that, the realisation came to Edgar that he had been seeing those particular individuals far more often around Camelot than before, their skills called upon by those who needed them. More than that, they had been taking on apprentices and assistants too, and soon it seemed a whole system of such people had spawned.He didn't know if you would call them physicians, or even medics. Certainly they weren't what the people he'd known at Oxford would've called doctors; there were no guidebooks to go off of, no peer-reviewed practises or scientific methods. As long as it worked they did it, regardless of how much they actually understood. They were more like... healers he supposed, and expensive ones at that if you wanted to buy their services,Still, they did their job, they kept people alive, and they did good enough.Good enough, was that not the motto of the new era?---Technology:>Medicine - Herbal RemediesDiplomacy:>Politics - SuccessorCulture:>Society - Apprenticeships>Art - Symbolism>Art - TattoosRoleplay:>Private - Raise VictoriaMisc:>Write In
>>4433837>>Private - Raise VictoriaWe already did Apprenticeships
>>4433853Bugger, that's my mistake. Shouldn't be there.
>>4433837>>Private - Raise Victoria
>>4433837>Private - Raise Victoria
>>4433837>Private - Raise VictoriaMake her worthy of carying that name.
>>4433837>Private - Raise VictoriaWe need to have more kids, give her a brother and sister. Make it so our line has a greater chance to survive.
>>4433853>>4433902>>4433979>>4433981>>4434011As Victoria aged and turned from a toddler to a child, Edgar began to take a more active role in raising her than he had done before, doing his best to ensure that if nothing else, she could at least grow up to become a good person.If there was one thing that showed more and more with each passing year, it was that Victoria truly was her father's daughter. In features she closely resembled him, and much the same could be said of how she tried to act and appear: formal, well organised and well kept. She was the directed sort too, quick to set goals for herself and nary straying from them in the least as she attempted to push herself forward towards them.Of course, that wasn't necessarily a good thing. Even when a goal was ambitious, unattainable even, she would still try to maintain her direction, refusing to abandon it until there was no other alternative. Then again, was Edgar himself not a stubborn man, unchanging and still trying the best he could to stick to his old British ideals even after all these years? He supposed he shouldn't feel surprised that his daughter would take after him in that respect too.Still, there were times when he worried for Victoria. She was driven alright, but the ideals that drove her actions were... not so perfect. Throughout her education she had shown a uniform distaste for the old world, outright refusing to learn of it in many cases. Where he saw fine British ideals, she saw idiocy that was responsible for the death of a civilisation. The ways of Camelot, the practices and customs he thought of as harsh compromises, she saw as utterly fair, utterly natural. He supposed this was only to be expected given the nature of the world she'd grown up in, but still it frustrated him nonetheless, and it was in that that the main point of contention lay between the pair of them.She was, by now, 11 years of age.---Technology:>Medicine - Herbal RemediesDiplomacy:>Politics - SuccessorCulture:>Art - Symbolism>Art - TattoosFaith:>Beliefs - SuperstitionsRoleplay:>Private - Try for another childMisc:>Write In
> Beliefs Superstitions
>>4434740>Private - Try for another child
>>4434740>Beliefs - Superstitions
>>4434740>Beliefs - SuperstitionsWe can't become religious nutjobs. We can still believe in God and whatnot, but scientific thinking still has to be kept.
>>4434776>>4434792>>4434812Edgar was growing old. Oh he was doing well enough he supposed –he still had his vision, he could walk around fine, he wasn't nearly as decrepit as he could be. But still, he was old, around 60 now if he had to guess. A good age he supposed, and better than some people he knew had reached. When he walked around Camelot, it didn't escape his notice that a good number of the adults were people who had been born after the settlement was founded. Not that that was any surprise of course, for even the youngest of those who had gone on the exodus from Millfield must now be as close to forty as thirty. Still, it was strange to note.Just as strange to note was some of the superstitions he'd heard. He had Victoria to thank for that, she was always saying the damnedest of things these days. She talked about how if you came across a cat's bone in the dirt it meant good luck. About how black was a lucky colour, and green an unlucky one. About how libraries were the best places to make wishes due to the spirits of the dead that dwelt in their books, and drawing certain symbols on your clothes could ward off evil spectres.He and Elizabeth had done their best to disabuse her of these silly notions, but rarely did they manage to do so before a new one entered the mix. It wasn't just her either –few in Camelot didn't seem to have such superstitious notions these days. It irritated him to see it so, but what was he to do about it? Ban them, quash them out? Tough luck with that, when most of his younger constables believed the exact same notions.He supposed it was just the way of the world.---Technology:>Medicine - Herbal RemediesDiplomacy:>Politics - SuccessorCulture:>Art - New Religious Iconography>Art - TattoosFaith:>Faith - Shrines>Faith - Syncretism Roleplay:>Personal - Fitness Training>Personal - Spend time with familyMisc:>Write In
>>4435308>Faith - SyncretismI really want to see what new faiths and religions come up like maybe it’s a mix of Celtic Druidism and Christianity, I mean who knows
>>4435308>Politics - Successor
>>4435308>>Personal - Spend time with family
>>4435308>Personal - Spend time with familyGroom for Leader postition.
>>4435308Man we get so little done and we've been here for over a decade, and haven't gottent o reclaim even nearby areas yet.>Write InWrite down and archive all our knowledge and history that we collectively have and, answer questions about the before times, and pass and save knowledge like monks did.
>>4435528Support but its to late.
>>4435528Yeah, before we die, maybe we can complete a work of wisdom. Perhaps we could write a book?
>>4436015Hope its not on freaking rat skin.
>>4435336>>4435373>>4435528>>4435965Spend time with family - 2Write down and archive knowledge - 2Anyone want to break the tie?
>>4435528>>4435965>>4436332"Thus is the count of the years and histories, and so do we come to our present year in which I write: the year one thousand nine hundred and sixty six, in the year of our lord."~The Testament of Edgar CromwellThese last years seemed to have passed by so quickly for Edgar. Healthy though he remained, his hair was pale grey and thinning, his face lined with wrinkles. Yet aged he might be, even in these years Edgar had remained active.His old ambitions of beginning a proper system of records hadn't gone nearly according to plan, and Victoria had shown little interest in the old world. But damn it, he was educated, he was a scholar! He had gone to Oxford once in a long ago age, and his breadth of knowledge was even wider now than it was then. The younger generations might not care, but he was not going to allow the knowledge of the old world was lost.The Testament of Edgar Cromwell was what it was named, and in truth it was many things. Like an old medieval codex it was written upon parchment, bound with string and wood boards. It told of history as best he could still remember it, of Babylon and Rome, the warring kingdoms of the Medieval Era, the rise of that mighty empire that was old Britannia. It told of the mighty works of engineering and industry, of aeroplanes and telephones, steam ships and automobiles. It told of the world that once was, the wild animals that once roamed untamed nature, the myriad peoples savage and civilised alike who once inhabited lost continents.And it told of the War. It told of battles that killed millions, of earth scorched and poisoned, waters fouled, cities reduced to rubble. Of the end that came after decades of battle, the world too tired to go on. It described the war-torn, famine haunted landscape of Britain, the steady crumbling apart of the very last vestiges of order and normalcy. It spoke of the exodus from Millfield –the formation of the Constables and soldiers, the battle against the raiders, the coming of the alliance with the Harthwaiters. The history and beginnings of Camelot itself, as no haphazard records or oral tales could portray.It was long, and in parts rambling. Certain parts of its contents were not needed, and some that should have been included was not. But it was his work: one final testament to all the knowledge and history of old, a light flung into the future.He could only hope that someone, somewhere, generations from now, would find it useful, even if Victoria didn't.---Technology:>Medicine - Herbal RemediesDiplomacy:>Politics - SuccessorCulture:>Art - New Religious Iconography>Art - TattoosFaith:>Faith - Shrines>Faith - SyncretismRoleplay:>Personal - Fitness Training>Personal - Spend time with family>Personal - Tutor VictoriaMisc:>Write In
>>4436960>Establish an organization of scholars.We need to preserve the knowledge of the wold world and make sure the scientific principle doesn't die out.
>>4436960>Personal - Tutor Victoria
>Personal tutor Victoria make sure she knows everything she needs to lead and if possible give her some small time management jobs so she can practice leading
>>4436960>>Personal - Tutor Victoria
>>4436960>Faith - Syncretism>Personal - Tutor Victoria We can do more than one option at a time right?
>>4436960>Personal - Tutor Victoria>Write InHave more kids, are we seriously only going to have one?
>>4436960>Personal - Tutor VictoriaLearn her some of the things you learned at Oxford;
>Personal - Fitness TrainingHardened by war, and further strengthened by exercise, we will live to our 90s.
>>4437384There will be times when you have more than one option, but those will be at specific points and when they come, I will say so.Working on the next post now!
>>4437763>>4437730>>4437384>>4437228>>4437077>>4437002As Victoria began to age from a young girl to a young woman, Edgar took on the task of personally tutoring her himself. Distasteful she might be of the old world, there was still much she could learn from it, and given the possibility of her leading Camelot not long from now, it would do well to make sure that she knew all that she could.This time, the lessons went rather better. He made sure to tie these lessons into the specifics of the present day, of Camelot. He told her of the great leaders of old, what they had done right and what they had done wrong. She learnt of how to manage a deal, how to run a system, how to engage in proper diplomacy with unknowns. He even gave her a rundown in the specifics of conquering and running an empire, lessons taken from the days of old Britannia that might not be useful, but would certainly be worthwhile to pass on anyhow so as to avoid the mistakes of the past.He didn't know if he'd taught all that he could, or passed it down as well as he could've done. But Victoria learnt, and she learnt happily. In those later years he felt he could rest easy knowing that even if his daughter weren't a better ruler than him, there was, if nothing else, little chance that she would be much worse.---Technology:>Medicine - Herbal RemediesDiplomacy:>Politics - SuccessorCulture:>Art - New Religious Iconography>Art - TattoosFaith:>Faith - Shrines>Faith - SyncretismRoleplay:>Personal - Fitness Training>Personal - Spend time with familyMisc:>Write In
>>4438541>Personal - Fitness Training
>>4438541>>Politics - Successor
>>4438541>>Personal - Fitness Training
>>4438541>Politics - SuccessorGotta stabilize pretty early.
Writing up the update now.
>>4438597>>4438908>>4439082It was a mild Spring morning in Camelot. Dew still sparkled off of the grass, and already most of the settlement's population had arisen from their beds in order to complete the day's work. So too had Edgar, though in his case the work was a little different than that of most folk.He had taken up running around a year or so back. It was slow going of course at his age, but he was still doing better than most, and he intended on keeping it that way. Oh he had few illusions of reaching a grand old age, but he could at least stave off infirmity and decrepitude for as long as he could manage.Besides, it gave him time to reflect.He supposed it had to be about 1970 now, though he was probably the only one who still bothered to keep track. It felt strange, to think that it had now been at least thirty years since the fateful days of the exodus from Millfield. For him, the memory still felt as clear as day.How different things had been then! The emergency government still a recent memory, the War only a year or two ended. And he, Edgar Cromwell: Oxford educated, an elected MP of his constituency in what had proven the last elections of all before emergency powers came into play. It felt almost mythical, a bygone era that now only existed in the minds of men. And what was he then but a relic of that bygone age? A last remnant of a world that no longer existed.And now look at where he was: practically a king in all but name, ruler of a petty realm with a name straight from mythology itself. Most of the people here were in their 30s or younger. They had never known the Great War, or the British Empire, or any of that. All they had known was Camelot, that walled little haven in the desolation, with its plate-armoured soldiers, its healers and superstitions, its thatched little stone huts and broad fields of beans, pens of herds and rats. That was their world –his was nothing more than a foreign country, a story like any other.And who knew how long it would even be that? He had only been eight when the War broke out, and he was amongst the oldest of the people in Camelot. Those more than a decade his senior could be counted on the fingers of both hands. Not too far in the future, there would come a day when none had memories of the days before the War. With time, there wouldn't even be any memories left of the War itself.Still, he supposed that was the way of life. For decades he had persisted in his stubbornness, but what had that amounted to? Britain was gone now, dead as the dodo. And yet, had that really turned out so bad? The age of industrialism was over, the imperial era gone by the wayside. Yet when he looked at Camelot, at the society that he had built, he did not see a wretched domain of savages and barbarians, but a civilisation, a place where people could live their lives in peace and order, happy with their lot, happy to simply live their lives. And in the end, was that not what really mattered?
>>4439993The old world was dead and gone, he knew that for sure. Yet life went on, and hope remained. When he retired to bed that evening, he felt, for the first time in years, truly at peace with the world.The next morning, Edgar Cromwell was discovered to have died in his sleep.END OF THREAD[/I]Aaand that's it for the first instalment of Post-Apocalyptic Tribe Quest! Part 2 should be posted at some point this coming week. I do hope you guys have enjoyed it so far, and if you have any thoughts or comments you'd like to share, do feel free to do so.
>>4439996it was cool. Edgar will have a last wish action ? Like something that he wants to be done even if he dies and he leaves it behind written.
>>4439996He's at peace. The world got to shit but we still retained our humanity.
>>4439996Damn that was good QM. I really enjoyed Edgars little adventure and I look forward to part 2.
>>4439996I knew the end was coming, from the start because the pace felt fairly fast and quicker than I would have liked, but then again I suppose QM didn't want to be stuck living Edgar's live out over the course of 3 or 4 threads. Felt a tad bit rushed to my liking which didn't make me feel all that committed since I don't know how long this quest will run after our main guy dies.....
>>4443625To tell the truth I felt the pace was a little too fast as well, something I'll make an effort to try and rectify in the coming threads. I don't intend to stop running this for a long while yet though.I didn't actually intend for Edgar to die this early, but when you roll a 1 out of 100 for a relatively old man trying to improve his health, the result felt kinda obvious. As I said before, I'll try to make the pace a bit better in the future.
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