#settlement

[thesilicontribesman]

Tealing Iron Age Earth House, nr. Dundee, Angus, Scotland

[siliconpoems]

One of the most interesting finds found at the Star Carr Mesolithic site is that of the completely intact digging stick. A complete tool for unearthing edible roots and tubers; they are still used in parts of the world today.

'Digging Stick' Poem by The Silicon Tribesman. All Rights Reserved, 2025. Repost only with credits.

Part of the forthcoming 'Star Carr: Selected Poems' chapbook release in April 2025.

[writestupidshit]

I think I had a point even before playing Blind Betrayal.

[baldwinheights]

[dailyadventureprompts]

Settlement: Thopperton upon the Clouds

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A quaint little gnomish town that just so happens to be a wonder of artifice, the flying settlement of Thopperton can usually be found anchored above another village for trade or drifting over the wilderness as it makes it's yearly circuit across the countryside.

Recently however the town has become snared in an impenetrable cloudbank that no wind or weathermage seems to be able to breach for more than a moment. Opinions are divided as to whether the town should continue onward (Thopperton and the settlements it visits are reliant on eachother for food and trade, and too many delays risk causing a crisis) or stop until a solution is found (trying to travel without being able to see the horizon risks sending the ship astray, putting them further off their timeline)

Adventure Hooks:

If the party need a reason to want to visit a flying gnomish town beyond sheer curiosity, they could be seeking aid or instruction from one of Thopperton’s famous tinkerer’s workshops. Alternatively they could be tasked with delivering an important message/package to one of the nobles or merchants who’ve decided to keep a summerhome on the airborne settlement. The views are to die for after all.

An impromptu festival has broken out on the streets of Thopperton as the inhabitants look to lift the dour mood imposed by the oppressive fog. Colourful lights and music fill the cloudy streets with phantasmagoria, whole blocks and market squares have been turned into mazes of cloth, and every workshop has opened their doors for an improvised inventor’s fair

The source of the omnipresent clouds is “The Lady of Veils” a djinn who has grown fond of visiting the flying burg and decided to “acquire” it. Conquer is such an unfriendly word after all.  Disguised as a foreign dignitary she’s taken up residence in Thopperton’s most exclusive hotel, hosting a soiree that ensorcels the town’s administration while she works a spell to transport the whole settlement to her fey domain. Her servants move through the fog unseen, forcibly inviting those who strike her fancy and disposing of those who would try to stop her.

When the party inevitably DOES try to stop her, they'll have to face down not only the djinn but also the elemental she keeps as body guard and chariot puller: a giant winged bull made of roiling clouds called Thunderhead. Battling the creature across the city's rooftops is sure to be one hell of a way to cap off the adventure... if they don't topple the town first.

[illustratus]

The Founding of Australia 1788 by Algernon Talmage

[unbfacts]

Bill and Melinda Gates' 2021 divorce broke records as one of the most expensive, with Melinda Gates reportedly receiving $76 billion.

[mindblowingscience]

A huge ancient city has been found in the Amazon, hidden for thousands of years by lush vegetation. The discovery changes what we know about the history of people living in the Amazon. The houses and plazas in the Upano area in eastern Ecuador were connected by an astounding network of roads and canals.

Continue Reading.

[jerseydeanne]

Settlement Day!

We are going to make settlement on our new home today.

My Xfinity will be turned off and am waiting for my new internet install.

I might not make it back in time for the election. Please don't vote for Marxists. Trump isn't Hitler or a fascist. He is for the people that's you and me and he isn't hiding the globalist agenda, unlike the puppet who according to Candace isn't black at all. Shocker

Did you guys hear they took Joe Rogan down from YouTube? I can't believe how petty and small the Democrats are being.

[jimslapass]

[thesilicontribesman]

Cinn Trolla Iron Age Broch, Sutherland, Scotland

[siliconpoems]

At Star Carr Mesolithic site, several lakeside wooden platforms were constructed for an unknown purpose; potentially for the launching of boats or to gain access to the water as the site changed and silted up slowly with mud over time. The platforms required the felling of a large number of trees and extensive construction.

'Water's Edge' Poem by The Silicon Tribesman. All Rights Reserved, 2025. Repost only with credits.

Part of the forthcoming 'Star Carr: Selected Poems' chapbook release in April 2025.

[djwaglmuffin]

Abernathy Farms coming together.

This city plan is working pretty good, I guess. I usually build up Abernathy myself to ensure food is being produced but my builds are so boring.

[felrend]

It’s a sight to behold

[dailyadventureprompts]

Out on a Limb in Lirnketh

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Seeking shelter from the dangers of the everwood, a group of foresters decided to take shelter in the boughs of a grove of titanic trees. What started as a simple shelter grew over generations into a precariously perched village that provides an essential stop off for any travellers or wagon trains passing through the primeval forest.

Adventure Hooks:

The party are tasked with delivering an important missive in the depths of winter, and are driven to take shelter in Lirnketh when the weather turns. Forced to wait out the storm or risk going astray or worse yet freezing, the party has a moment to warm up, meditate on their mission, and enjoy some cider.

Hippogriff racing is a beloved pastime in the everwood, a tradition which originates with the the local woodelf clans who used the beasts to aid in their hunts. One of their greatest trainers has taken retirement in Lirnketh, and might be willing to teach the party's resident cavalier some tricks if they manage to prove themselves to the gruff old man.

A merchant caravan has gone missing after being attacked on the road. The few survivors who made it back to civilization speak of a strange, towering figure watching them from the trees, and fret that the caravan master somehow gave offence to one of the innumerable forest gods. Investigation finds a scattering of the hired guards and wagoners frozen where they stood, their cargo ripped open and spilled over the forest floor; food, furs, and jewellery discarded in a search for something yet more precious.

Further Adventures:

The Strange creature that haunts the paths around Lirnketh is known by some as the Gelid Huntsman, was crafted from a bough of an iceladen tree by an archfey for the single minded purpose of retrieving a lost necklace, driving it to attack any who cross its path dressed in finery or boasting too loudly (as the merchant did) of their riches.

The necklace was stolen when a mundane crow caught sight of the archfey on their way to a grand fairyland ball and took fancy to the shine around their neck.

Because nothing can ever be simple with the fey, the necklace is cursed, its beauty both hypnotic and corrosive, honed to eat away at the vision those who look upon it with envy. The necklace is also slightly alive, containing the essence of the archfey’s defeated lover/rival, who is desperate not to return to captivity and is far from innocent.

Through the crow, the necklace has found its way into the hands of some bandits, and is slowly making its way up to their leader through a chain of smeagol-one ring style betrayals. 

This leaves the party with a dilemma,  keep the necklace for its bewitching power and be pursued by the Gelid Hunter, release the vengeful spirit within, or give the necklace back to its sinister maker and earn themselves an ominous gift in thanks. 

[falloutconfessions]

“I didn’t realize that Arefu was Careful on the sign but the C and the L fell off.”

Fallout Confessions