AKADEMIOS Part I

AKADEMIOS

For the old order of things shall pass away.

OLDE REALM TIME COMPARED TO THE EARTH TIME

1 second
60 seconds a minute.
60 minutes an Hour
32 hours in a day
8 days a week
8 weeks in a month
512 days in a year
16384 hours in an Olde Realm Year or Yon
8760 in an earth year.

Modifier x 1.87 for their time to ours or .534 for our time to theirs to convert in years.
So basically a 9 yon old is 18 years old in our world.



BEGGAR
The richy rich have it all. Me I hates them all they be all dogs. I be poor and they be rich eh stupid stupid eh? The rich is cruel to us poor. They takes our women that me and my rotten teeth cannot get. The bitches fall for the riches every time. My name is Ratspit. I be a beggar.
Stab them all and take the gold. Fuck them all. They rape ours and one day we shall rape theirs.
I be a beggar and thief. I see all. I see them parties of the rich. One day I shall be them.

Ratspit the Beggar.
The eyes and ears of the street. The poorest and most wretched. Many Beggars are disfigured and/or handicapped. All are dirty and stink.
Skills: Academic 20, Action 40 , Brawling 30, Entertain 40, Looks 20, Perception 20, Social 30, Status 20, Stealth 40, Streets 45, Wealth 20 HP 13
Equipment
Rags, Bowl, Rot gut , Fleas and Mites, Ragged Clothing, Stick (1-10-1)+3


RIBBON HOOKING

The cruel and evil nobility have a game they play called ribbon hooking. It consist of a group of costumed nobles with a pack of guards following far behind for the “ribbies” as they call themselves are cowards for the most part. The guards are there least there be rescuers of the fair maiden but I am getting ahead of myself.
After donning elaborate and bright costumes most foul and beautiful the group of nobles gather together and get the ribbon hooks which are small barbed darts with hooks in them. The designs vary from arrowhead shapes to a multi-hooked fish hook design. The back of the ribbon hooks have an eye to tie the ribbon or scarf trailing out up to two foot. The color of the ribbon denotes a family color or a team color.
They then find their target, which is normally a commoner or less peasant girl. Whores and nuns are not allowed. Then they chase her through the streets to see how many colored ribbons they can stick or hook into her before she dies.
This is of course a rumor. No decent nobleman or woman would share in apart in such evil.

VIEW OF WESTFORT FROM ACROSS THE LAKE

Oh Westfort my most beloved city. May your great cannons forever cause fear into the eyes of the enemy. I see you now from far away and I miss you. The two moons Luna and Uma are out and the third stays hidden (let us pray it does). The sky is full of stars and I see you most beloved Westfort.



TODDER FISH

The Todder Fish is a huge fresh water carnivorous fish that lurks the waters of the Olde Realm. They average around 15ft. but there have been some found in the deep freshwater seas and stream hundreds of feet long. The various descriptions of the Todder fish make it a large scaly primitive fish with a catfish like head and a mouth full of teeth. The Olde Realm is full of gigantic sized creatures.

RUMORS OF ANCIENT ANNAHONN SEA TREES

It is rumored on the far seas and oceans of the Olde Realm that there are great trees floating thousands of feet in the water with a even larger turnip shaped root system even larger below afloat in the ancient deep oceans. It is said these gigantic trees are so large that there are actual forest and homes on their great limbs. It is said that there is a great forest somewhere to the west of these trees with a great Elvin nation upon the seas.

ELEMENTIUM

What is this ancient source of power rediscovered by the Tinker? The Skas were said to power their ancient lighted cited by such a substance. It is know that the Tinker possess an ever weakening monopoly upon the technology. It can make machines run, make lights light, and move the great ships of the Kinglish.

THE SKAS’ BURNING HATS

It is said that the ancient Skas were masters of steam and brass. They lived in a world of elegance and evil. A Victorian Roman styled world at that age before they threw the world into darkness. Some ancient societies and sects still are said to practice the rite of the burning hat. Thought (and hopefully lost) in time the rite was a sacrifice to their dark gods or perhaps a gamble of how long the victim would live.
The victim was usually a maiden of foreign blood of an upper-class birth. Her waist would be belted to a harness attached to the arms restricting the arms from reaching past the waist. An ornate metal hat much like a bucket with a chinstrap mixed with a helmet. A fire was then lit in the hat or hot coals put inside and a vented ornate lid was closed over the bucket. The victim if she had hair would run around screaming for mercy for up to an hour before a horrible painful death.
There are rumors of fraternities still practicing this ancient rite. The victim is usually the poor.

CLOCKMAKER
My name as far as I know is boy. I am the last. The Necromancers have taken all the other children. I am the last. All the other children they have taken. They are cold but not cruel. They are making a clock.
They are using dead boys and girls to do it. The Necrologist take our bodies and make them undead. They put preservatives and spices to keep us fresh. They are making a clock.
They chop up the undead children and make each piece a part of the clock. Some arms turn wheels forever. Some legs turn wheels forever. The heads filled with air from baffles sing an eerie song sing forever. They are making a clock.
My name is boy. I am the last. Today they come for me and my beautiful voice shall become a part of the clock. My arms turn it forever. My legs run forever. My lungs blow air forever. They are making a clock.
They have put a silver liquid into me. I am now dead but yet in a dream. I feel only a tickle as they cut and sew my body to the clock. I have only been told of it’s beauty until now I see it. They are making a clock.
I now am a part of a beautiful and horrible singing. All our beautiful voices sing this raspy dead song upon this tall clock 30 children tall. It took thousands of us to make this clock. Undead arms and legs turn levers and gears forever and ever and upon the hour and ever hour we sing for the Necromancers every hour on the hour.
Some of our broken bodies do dances upon the hour forever. In a show for each of the 30 hours of the day. They are making a clock.

REPORTS FROM THE WASTELANDS EAST OF WESTFORT

I have muskets 4 on back. We travel the Wastelands far a force of 43 men. We have seen things this last trip unexplained. We were traveling some 20 miles east of Blood Mountains we found a strange area with a violet eerie glow. There were floating body parts as far up as 30 feet as we went farther into the area. Most were still alive and suffering in some fashion. We spoke to a few of the heads we found that were still attached to a lung. They told us they were fighting in some war and just appeared here. Some spoke languages that none had ever heard. Most had a fuzzy memory of who they were and where they were from. We tried to remove one of the men who was only missing a hand but could not move him even with 10 men pulling on rope but his arm did tear off. We finally left feeling helpless an sick to our stomach.
As we traveled into a heavily forested area. We noticed that it was a forest in the wasteland which normally is a barren rocky plane. The place just felt wrong. This was not as disturbing as what we found. We saw 40ft above the trees a strange column with a screaming woman on top of this column. A 9 yon old. woman was on a column some 80 ft. high. There no way visible way on or off the column. It was about 4’ x 4 ‘ square with strange designs of no certain pattern. She appeared to be Gualish wearing a purple skirt and white blouse. She had jet black hair and she told one of our men Pierre Rouge that she had blue eyes. He spoke to her for hours as we tried to get her off of the column. She went to sleep at her home and awoke on top of the column.
Gunter our ranger for years and a very old man said he has seen this very woman some 30 years ago on one of his first patrols to the wasteland. Everyone just looked at him in disbelief. We gave up much to the disappointment of the men and traveled on. The men would not let me shoot her down. We went down into a hidden valley and to our horror hundreds of columns with screaming girls on top. Gunter’s spyglass told us to our horror it was all the same girl on each column! Some of the men went hysterical trying to save these girls that were the same girl. Some of the columns had dead girls on it as if they had been there for years while some had a bodies at the bottom as if she had jumped. A few very aged and weather worn columns had nothing on them.
As we quickly left the area we saw a strange thing in the sky. It was to far to tell how large it was. The thing was almond shaped and silver. It made no noise and traveled in quick jumps. It finally came and silently followed us until we left the forest. The men were terrified and we ran all night and planned camping during the day.
Most of us have four muskets on our back. It is a good thing as right before dawn when we were as tired as we could be a force of 50 goblins and orc Galab-Hah attacked. They stupidly rushed us as we fired upon them. They were mad with battle as we cut them down. Thank the Avatar for muskets or we would have been dead.