Its World-Build-Tober:
Wednesday the 17th - World-build-tober
"Draw (or describe) an average low ranking individual"
There are a myriad of everyday people that have been born into the world, and a handful of those that were accidentally deposited here in times beyond comprehension. Yet those few are not so average as they bring new ideas, fresh thought and a sense of wonder into the world.
No, the average individual of this world is akin to the average joe or jane of any world. going about their business, doing what needs to be done to survive.
Lets Take a random person from a random continent of a random city, all by rolling on some charts I have.
The Continent: The Lions Head.. Ok.. lots of stuff mapped out here:
The City? Shempuir, North of the Capital of Thuispar, Home of the Hills-folk, a race of humans that prefer to build their cities into hills, using the rocky ground as protection.
A person? well, random parenting rolls from character creations gives me a charcoal burner.
So, Kaligra Shukburner, dresses in his average hession cloth clothes, covered with a smock, his pockets contain a flint or few, some frayed rope, maybe a copper coin and some dried pork fat. His day would consist of going into the woods, gathering as much wood as he can carry, bringing it back to his family to sort into grades or qualities of wood. In Summer, he'd wait til morning to build up his mud vat, surrounding the wood in mud, lighting up the fires, burning them for an hour, then sealing off so they cool to coals. During that hour, he'd load up his bags and his wheelbarrow and do his rounds, selling coal door to door in the richer regions first, so they have their coal before the masters awake, and the poorer regions with the lowest grade.
He makes a copper for a sack of high grade wood coal, and a few tin bitz for a shovel of twig & stick coal. Once his load is gone, he'd head over to the markets and buy a load of old sacks for a half-copper, take them home for his wife to resew/mend, have his meal and off out into the woods for more wood.
To survive, he'd likely set a few traps at first, collect them again that evening on the way back. maybe a small patch of plants and herbs he's planted out in the common land, or hidden in a patch of woods he know about.
His life is likely to be short, breathing in charcoal dust, he'd get a lung disease by 50, but he'd have been married at 18-21 to whoever'd have him, his kids grown by his 40th, so he'd see grandkids before his death, maybe even meet an adventurer or two during his life..
No, the average individual of this world is akin to the average joe or jane of any world. going about their business, doing what needs to be done to survive.
Lets Take a random person from a random continent of a random city, all by rolling on some charts I have.
The Continent: The Lions Head.. Ok.. lots of stuff mapped out here:
The City? Shempuir, North of the Capital of Thuispar, Home of the Hills-folk, a race of humans that prefer to build their cities into hills, using the rocky ground as protection.
A person? well, random parenting rolls from character creations gives me a charcoal burner.
So, Kaligra Shukburner, dresses in his average hession cloth clothes, covered with a smock, his pockets contain a flint or few, some frayed rope, maybe a copper coin and some dried pork fat. His day would consist of going into the woods, gathering as much wood as he can carry, bringing it back to his family to sort into grades or qualities of wood. In Summer, he'd wait til morning to build up his mud vat, surrounding the wood in mud, lighting up the fires, burning them for an hour, then sealing off so they cool to coals. During that hour, he'd load up his bags and his wheelbarrow and do his rounds, selling coal door to door in the richer regions first, so they have their coal before the masters awake, and the poorer regions with the lowest grade.
He makes a copper for a sack of high grade wood coal, and a few tin bitz for a shovel of twig & stick coal. Once his load is gone, he'd head over to the markets and buy a load of old sacks for a half-copper, take them home for his wife to resew/mend, have his meal and off out into the woods for more wood.
To survive, he'd likely set a few traps at first, collect them again that evening on the way back. maybe a small patch of plants and herbs he's planted out in the common land, or hidden in a patch of woods he know about.
His life is likely to be short, breathing in charcoal dust, he'd get a lung disease by 50, but he'd have been married at 18-21 to whoever'd have him, his kids grown by his 40th, so he'd see grandkids before his death, maybe even meet an adventurer or two during his life..
No comments:
Post a Comment