Spacekitty
Recently Resurrected Divine Feline Entity.
(1/3)
The Foxfolk had thought themselves prepared for winter. The season was not unknown to them, they had lived comfortably through winters back home in the Huitsi Archipelagos. Mild things they were in the subtropical rainforests of the paradise of vice, where the temperature rarely dropped below 40 and snow was so rare as to be appreciated in awe or fear. Their fur need not even thicken during the season as it easily beat away the chill. The only mild discomfort came in the rain, which would drench such a furry creatures fur uncomfortably and allow the elements to seep in. An annoyance more than a danger really. They knew not the torrential snow falls other cultures expected during the winter season. Even if they had they would not have been too afraid. They’d had survived far worse in this place they reckoned. What could a little cold and water do to them that a tree-tall demigod could not?
So worry they did not. Stockpile they did, but certainly not to the extent one would need to survive a true, New-World winter. While other factions panicked and briefed for the worst the Fennecs kept to their old routine of mischief and merry making. The upper echelons were of course, concerned, as any rational being who saw those around him panicking would be. But it was hard to motivate a populace to prepare for something they had little concern about. And so activities continued.
They continued their construction of a multifunctional arena/coliseum just outside of Harun’Taras, where they envision large crowds betting and drinking to skilled displays of fighting prowess by massive Tyren warriors, carriage races, sports and more. Anything that would draw a crowd, money and enrich the culture of Harun’Taras. Even after their Stout workers left to bunker down in their walled settlement work continued. Time meant money. Though most Fennecs were only focused on the second one of course. Construction of a bar in the Theater district continued along with the construction of a brewery in Harun’Taras.
When winer actually came… they were in for a nasty surprise. The first few snow falls were actually quite nice by the Fennec’s standards. Heavy snowfall was a new novelty to them, one that had not yet become a hated curse. And so work continued still. But then winter REALLY began…
Within a few days snow was piled to a Fennecs waist, and a week later a Fennec could suffocate in the high snow. To travel required a team of fennecs to clear a path through the snow. And this they did, carving tunnels of ice and snow beneath the landscape they used to travel and continue their work as best they could. The tunnels proved quite useful for maintaining trade between the factions and the Fennec soon were set to at work carving tunnels to connect all the factions. Mainly so they could themselves could trade with them and still turn a profit during the winter, but it had the added benefit that all factions could take advantage of them. When they couldn’t travel via snow tunnels they hopped onto the backs of trolls, who seemed less bothered by the cold and were less encumbered by the snow.
Despite the snow that made travel difficult, things were not that bad. The Fennec quite enjoyed this winter wonderland. Trading “goods” and beer was mighty profitable during the winter. The Fennec even set up temporary taverns in large rooms/domes carved from the snow where beer was served, music and merriment rang out, cards were played nand money was gambled, gained and lost. They even set up shop in the sewers where many in the colony had taken residence, setting up a small tavern, a stage where their acrobats and other performers could play and a temporary marketplace so goods and money could keep on flowing. Things were good, profitable even. Though the heavy snowfall and freeze eventually forced them from their homes and from the excavation, they found it warm, if not a little cramped in the Ratkin burrows. They set immediately about improving living conditions in the sections of burrow they had claimed as their residence, widening passageways, opening up rooms and lavashing the area with torch light, rugs, furniture and anything they could scavenge from the surface to make things comfortable. They planned on weathering the weather in style. Life was good, if not a little chilly. Then the food ran out. And metal coins didn't taste too good.
Near the end of the first few weeks the Fennec were starving. Their meager food supplies ran out, and the grubs they had been relying on if things went sour were covered in a mountain of snow. All they had was beer, drugs and honey. And try as they might, no amount of drugs could really fill an empty stomach and one couldn't coat a coin with enough honey to make it palatable. They could barely rely on the others to sustain them as well, as they had seemingly ran into similar problems. The Foxfolk would have surely starved (or more likely resorted to cannibalism, there had already been a few “incidents”) but then one clever fox had a solution; “fishing”.
While the rivers and lakes may be frozen over and the fish within them sealed away, the ants were another story. Expanding the ratkins burrows to penetrate the ant colony was a simple task. Small holes would be dug into the side of the ant’s enclosure, large enough for just one ant to come out of at a time. When they did- and trust them they did- they were easily clubbed and once enough were collected, the hole was sealed back up. The ants provided a steady food source. And when roasted and flavored with honey, were surprisingly appetizing. Soon the markets the Fennec had established were flooded with honey-roasted ants. LIkely not the most appetising at first to their fellow colonists, they began to more tasteful as the colony got thinner and thinner. A little bit a salesmanship on the Fennec’s part also helped (3 influence to make the food a staple of colonial diet! It's not disgusting- it's a yummy, tasty, wholesome meal!). Soon Fennec were using their tunnels to drag cartloads of honey roasted ants to their markets, selling the food in bulk (with a free case of beer!) to starving families and even at time providing some for free where things were most desperate (through the temptation to prince george was extremely strong). With plenty of liquid (aka : booze), food and fun (taverns, markets, the small stage, card tables, drugs, a decked out burrow etc) the Fennec were no longer worried about Winter. In fact, they were looking forward to it next year!
TLDR:
Fennec work throughout winter to provide luxury, comfort, vice and a sense of normalcy to the colony through temporary taverns, a small stage/theater-place, card tables (gambling and just for fun), a marketplace set up in the sewers, beer, vice and entertainment. The Fennec feed the colony with honey-roasted ants and spend 3 influence to establish it in the colonial diet. The Fennec dig snow tunnels to connect the colony so trade can continue and communication can be maintained. Fennec infest ratkin tunnels and make them livable (by their standards).
PRE WINTER UNPROCESSED ACTIONS (from before the hiatus):
2. The production of beer and other Finecian goods in the Excavation and then transporting them all the way down to Harun’Taras, the Platz and the Theater district is highly inefficient. The Company needs to move its production centers closer to market. Therefore, the company will begin this transition by constructing a large brewing facility in Harun’Taras, as an addition to the Blooming Lamb to allow for fresh brews, house speciality brews and open access to wine and booze cellars for patrons to enhance the appeal, feel and style of the area. The wine/beer cellars will be open and connected to the Tavern to serve as additional seating and enhance the style and feel. The large scale brewing and production facility will be designed and built with style and beauty in mind, as to not be an eyesore in the town, rather to be a point of beauty in the town. 1 wealth spent in construction.
(10 Stalwarts, 14 Unskilled Fennecs, 10 skilled Fennecs, 1 Capo (Master Brewer), 1 Capo (Master Jewler), 2 Trolls 1 wealth.
3. The Company needs to secure a foothold in the Theater District. Building off of the synergy already present between the Highborn and Finecian investments and the Highborns Casino, the Fennec will provide said Casino with proper drinks by building the Districts first bar, designed to compliment the high end vibe the Highborn had in mind for the area.
(10 Skilled Fennecs)
4. Cavefisher farming with the Highborn
(2 trolls, 10 skilled Fennecs)
5. 3 influence to promite honey-roasted ants as a staple in the colonial diet.
The Foxfolk had thought themselves prepared for winter. The season was not unknown to them, they had lived comfortably through winters back home in the Huitsi Archipelagos. Mild things they were in the subtropical rainforests of the paradise of vice, where the temperature rarely dropped below 40 and snow was so rare as to be appreciated in awe or fear. Their fur need not even thicken during the season as it easily beat away the chill. The only mild discomfort came in the rain, which would drench such a furry creatures fur uncomfortably and allow the elements to seep in. An annoyance more than a danger really. They knew not the torrential snow falls other cultures expected during the winter season. Even if they had they would not have been too afraid. They’d had survived far worse in this place they reckoned. What could a little cold and water do to them that a tree-tall demigod could not?
So worry they did not. Stockpile they did, but certainly not to the extent one would need to survive a true, New-World winter. While other factions panicked and briefed for the worst the Fennecs kept to their old routine of mischief and merry making. The upper echelons were of course, concerned, as any rational being who saw those around him panicking would be. But it was hard to motivate a populace to prepare for something they had little concern about. And so activities continued.
They continued their construction of a multifunctional arena/coliseum just outside of Harun’Taras, where they envision large crowds betting and drinking to skilled displays of fighting prowess by massive Tyren warriors, carriage races, sports and more. Anything that would draw a crowd, money and enrich the culture of Harun’Taras. Even after their Stout workers left to bunker down in their walled settlement work continued. Time meant money. Though most Fennecs were only focused on the second one of course. Construction of a bar in the Theater district continued along with the construction of a brewery in Harun’Taras.
When winer actually came… they were in for a nasty surprise. The first few snow falls were actually quite nice by the Fennec’s standards. Heavy snowfall was a new novelty to them, one that had not yet become a hated curse. And so work continued still. But then winter REALLY began…
Within a few days snow was piled to a Fennecs waist, and a week later a Fennec could suffocate in the high snow. To travel required a team of fennecs to clear a path through the snow. And this they did, carving tunnels of ice and snow beneath the landscape they used to travel and continue their work as best they could. The tunnels proved quite useful for maintaining trade between the factions and the Fennec soon were set to at work carving tunnels to connect all the factions. Mainly so they could themselves could trade with them and still turn a profit during the winter, but it had the added benefit that all factions could take advantage of them. When they couldn’t travel via snow tunnels they hopped onto the backs of trolls, who seemed less bothered by the cold and were less encumbered by the snow.
Despite the snow that made travel difficult, things were not that bad. The Fennec quite enjoyed this winter wonderland. Trading “goods” and beer was mighty profitable during the winter. The Fennec even set up temporary taverns in large rooms/domes carved from the snow where beer was served, music and merriment rang out, cards were played nand money was gambled, gained and lost. They even set up shop in the sewers where many in the colony had taken residence, setting up a small tavern, a stage where their acrobats and other performers could play and a temporary marketplace so goods and money could keep on flowing. Things were good, profitable even. Though the heavy snowfall and freeze eventually forced them from their homes and from the excavation, they found it warm, if not a little cramped in the Ratkin burrows. They set immediately about improving living conditions in the sections of burrow they had claimed as their residence, widening passageways, opening up rooms and lavashing the area with torch light, rugs, furniture and anything they could scavenge from the surface to make things comfortable. They planned on weathering the weather in style. Life was good, if not a little chilly. Then the food ran out. And metal coins didn't taste too good.
Near the end of the first few weeks the Fennec were starving. Their meager food supplies ran out, and the grubs they had been relying on if things went sour were covered in a mountain of snow. All they had was beer, drugs and honey. And try as they might, no amount of drugs could really fill an empty stomach and one couldn't coat a coin with enough honey to make it palatable. They could barely rely on the others to sustain them as well, as they had seemingly ran into similar problems. The Foxfolk would have surely starved (or more likely resorted to cannibalism, there had already been a few “incidents”) but then one clever fox had a solution; “fishing”.
While the rivers and lakes may be frozen over and the fish within them sealed away, the ants were another story. Expanding the ratkins burrows to penetrate the ant colony was a simple task. Small holes would be dug into the side of the ant’s enclosure, large enough for just one ant to come out of at a time. When they did- and trust them they did- they were easily clubbed and once enough were collected, the hole was sealed back up. The ants provided a steady food source. And when roasted and flavored with honey, were surprisingly appetizing. Soon the markets the Fennec had established were flooded with honey-roasted ants. LIkely not the most appetising at first to their fellow colonists, they began to more tasteful as the colony got thinner and thinner. A little bit a salesmanship on the Fennec’s part also helped (3 influence to make the food a staple of colonial diet! It's not disgusting- it's a yummy, tasty, wholesome meal!). Soon Fennec were using their tunnels to drag cartloads of honey roasted ants to their markets, selling the food in bulk (with a free case of beer!) to starving families and even at time providing some for free where things were most desperate (through the temptation to prince george was extremely strong). With plenty of liquid (aka : booze), food and fun (taverns, markets, the small stage, card tables, drugs, a decked out burrow etc) the Fennec were no longer worried about Winter. In fact, they were looking forward to it next year!
TLDR:
Fennec work throughout winter to provide luxury, comfort, vice and a sense of normalcy to the colony through temporary taverns, a small stage/theater-place, card tables (gambling and just for fun), a marketplace set up in the sewers, beer, vice and entertainment. The Fennec feed the colony with honey-roasted ants and spend 3 influence to establish it in the colonial diet. The Fennec dig snow tunnels to connect the colony so trade can continue and communication can be maintained. Fennec infest ratkin tunnels and make them livable (by their standards).
PRE WINTER UNPROCESSED ACTIONS (from before the hiatus):
- With the rise of the Theater District as a site of high class entertainment, the Fennec and Tyren must invest more into Harun’Taras in order to compete. This begins with the construction of an arena, where Tyren Warriors can display their fighting prowess in wrestling matches, duels and even small team skirmishes. Wood Elf Musicians can woo audiences, Finecian Acrobats can impress the masses and sports and other events can draw people to the north. The Arena will be (obviously), multifunctional, consisting of a well sized smoothed dirt arena surrounded by temporary wooden seating with stone foundations set for future improvement. Concession stands will be set up within the arena. Stone will be procured from the Dwarves/Market, and wood from the Market or from locla forests as needed. Mobile (likely wheeled) wooden stages will be constructed that can be moved in and out of the arena as needed for different performances.(20 Stalwarts and 5 Draftstouts. (20 unskilled, 5 skilled), 5 skilled Fennecs, 1 Trolls, 1 Capo (Mallowthew))
2. The production of beer and other Finecian goods in the Excavation and then transporting them all the way down to Harun’Taras, the Platz and the Theater district is highly inefficient. The Company needs to move its production centers closer to market. Therefore, the company will begin this transition by constructing a large brewing facility in Harun’Taras, as an addition to the Blooming Lamb to allow for fresh brews, house speciality brews and open access to wine and booze cellars for patrons to enhance the appeal, feel and style of the area. The wine/beer cellars will be open and connected to the Tavern to serve as additional seating and enhance the style and feel. The large scale brewing and production facility will be designed and built with style and beauty in mind, as to not be an eyesore in the town, rather to be a point of beauty in the town. 1 wealth spent in construction.
(10 Stalwarts, 14 Unskilled Fennecs, 10 skilled Fennecs, 1 Capo (Master Brewer), 1 Capo (Master Jewler), 2 Trolls 1 wealth.
3. The Company needs to secure a foothold in the Theater District. Building off of the synergy already present between the Highborn and Finecian investments and the Highborns Casino, the Fennec will provide said Casino with proper drinks by building the Districts first bar, designed to compliment the high end vibe the Highborn had in mind for the area.
(10 Skilled Fennecs)
4. Cavefisher farming with the Highborn
(2 trolls, 10 skilled Fennecs)
5. 3 influence to promite honey-roasted ants as a staple in the colonial diet.
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