Perhaps it's that i don't take stuff seriously enough (imagine that) But I liked this. It may never find it's way into a game setting but it made me smile and if you can't smile you might as well be dead. So bring on the funny!!! it keeps life interesting and wards off boredom. Oh and please don't feed the spiders or pick the plants. Go to Comment
Forgive me but I must interject my own two cents here.
It is fundamentally incorrect to say that Ergot is a real PLANT, it is indeed real, however it is a fungus that grows on plants and not a plant at all. Fugas and plants are not even in the same kingdom much less phylum, class, order and so on as you have tried to bunch them. Ergot belongs in the Kingdom Fungi, whereas all plants are part of the Kingdom Plantae. Saying Ergot is a plant is much like saying a dog is a plant.
Ergot is blamed for many historical events including the demise of the roman empire and the salem witch trials just to scratch the surface and name a couple. This is due in part to it's "medicinal" properties, and the difficulty in removing the ergot from such grains as rye in particular. Ergot is easily removed from processed grains such as flour due to the drastic color differences between the flour and the Ergot, Rye on the other hand is a very similar color to the Ergot. Ergot is a kind of reddish brown color similar to that of rye, and flour is white for the most part.
Don't mean to harp but Ergot was a major research project for me in Botany.
Very well carry on and I shall now go back to lurking. Go to Comment
Did not did not feel that they would warrant a full fledged post but here are your Cambor Horses. LOL Ya'll had to see this coming.
Along the dirty litter strewn streets of Cambor can be found the most lowly of all the equine breeds. The Cambor Horse. Which in and of itself is a generic term for any half breed horse or old broken down tired working animal.
The Cambor horses are all small in stature, the largest being around 14 and half spans of a man's hand in height. Each Cambor horse is unique it's own way. Each one has horrid conformation with at least on glaring conformational flaw. That may be congenital or inherited through injury and neglect. They are the dregs of equine society, each one only a step above Orc food or buzzard bait. Most of the Cambor horses were born to substandard mares who were work animals themselves. However occasionally a once proud and strong horse who has outlived his racing or hunting days or who has been injured beyond usefulness will find their way to the back alleys of Cambor.
Sprinkled among the longears of the half-breeds are a few of the once proud Calcobrinian hotbloods who have fallen from grace and now find themselves reduced to a draught animal. I once heard tell of a great Calcobrinan Racing stallion who fell in a race who ended up pulling a butcher's cart laden with pig carcasses until the day he fell dead in the streets of Cambor's hole.
One look in the eye of a Cambor horses eye will tell the story of a fall from grace, or a long hard life of toil and pain. Of the endless cold nights without shelter and the blazing hot days pulling heavy burdens.
It is not uncommon for a Cambor horse to fall prone in the traces of his harness while pulling. The lucky ones are dead before they hit the street. A dead horse is fairly common along the cluttered dirty alley ways of Cambor's hole.
All of Cambor's horses seem to be have a sucked in look to them. They are a hardy breed by necessity. Grain is scarce at best in Cambor and none can we wasted on a creature as lowly as a horse and fresh water is unheard for unless you hold your mouth open in the rain that rarely falls.
Sway backs, bucked shins. Poorly healed cuts, scrapes, lacerations, and gouges streak many a dull shaggy coat on Cambor's streets. Feet are cracked and chipped and have grown so long if they haven't broken off completely that they are beginning to turn up at the ends. manes and tails are sparse and thin many being plucked nearly bald to use the hair in sewing. The eyes of a Cambor horse are dull. Long forgotten, or never known are the pleasures of green grass and freedom and kindness. Go to Comment
Overall a very good post and wonderfuly well planned on the whole, However there is one glaring problem with it. Strawberries won't take root if the ground is too wet. So a strawberry grove from a swamp would be most improbable. Go to Comment
There are many many animals that lack teeth but are very proficient at chewing. Most Large herbivores (excluding the horse) only have bottom teeth and have an upper bony chewing plate instead of teeth. And the octopus has no teeth at all yet is a very formidable predator as are all the birds of prey. Go to Comment
There is a small and strange nature-worship cult that has dedicated itself to freeing vegetables. They appear usually in working pairs or trios, arriving to villages and towns separately and wearing the local garb. For some reason, they have taken to disguising themselves specifically as a scholar, a cooper, and a fisher. At night, they will sneak into backyards and side gardens, digging up household fruits and vegetables. They pile the pilfered plants into a cart and vanish in the night. While the townsfolk wake up to empty gardens, the cultists replant the fruits in the wild to let them be "free".