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Post by Republic of Aeneum on Nov 22, 2017 19:04:21 GMT -8
The City-State of Aeneum
Several decades ago a group of warriors known as the Aenians sailed up the River Remes. They established a town at the summit of a hill. They were soon approached by the Sabi: a clan of warrior-women who were attacked by their envious and lustful neighbors. The Sabi sought the aid of the Aenian King, for the newcomers had not yet wronged them. Together the Aenian men and Sabi women routed the enemy, cementing a lasting alliance. The two clans intermarried and became one, and the town of Aeneum began to grow. The last Aeneum king was overthrown six months ago, and the city-state is now governed by the Senate. Senators are drawn exclusively from the Patrician class: wealthy, landowning families descended from the original Aenian and Sabi settlers. The main inhabitants who live and work inside of the city make up the Citizen class, and include artisans, merchants, craftsmen, scholars, and more. Plebs make up the lower class and outrank only slaves in the social hierarchy, often living on the outskirts of the city in small communities. In times of war Aeneum calls upon its Patrician and Citizen social classes. The Patricians, naturally, can afford quality arms, armor, and mounts, and make up the cavalry, or equites. The Citizen class make up the infantry, and are expected to wield a bronze helmet, breastplate, shinguards, shield, spear, and short-sword (xiphos). Plebs are exempt from fighting, although emergency levies can be raised; it is not uncommon for Patricians and Citizens to personally equip Plebs with sufficient arms and armor to fight, however. Aeneum serves as an important population center for the Pelonni Valley. Natural resources are harvested and transported to the city, where they can be processed into other goods. Trade ships carry the furnished products down the River Remes and to the ocean further south of the city, where they can be delivered to the world abroad. This practice has made Aeneum a maritime trading center, despite being an inland city. To the east and west of of the city are fertile, hilly plains, which can support the population. To the north are the Pelonni Mountains, a natural barrier which also contains two springs that feed the River Remes. The Aenians worship the gods and goddesses of the Aranosian Pantheon. The chief deity of the Aenians is Tarasil, revered for his might and martial prowess.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2017 20:38:06 GMT -8
White knuckles gripped a trembling pitchfork, pointed at the sky. She was getting close now, and there was no telling when one might come. Beasts from the sky, who ate human flesh...harpies. Paparia took deep, calming breaths, gulping the air in gasps. Though she had plenty of exercise in her life, the higher she climbed the harder it seemed to catch her breath. The fury that had led her hear, hearing of the death of her uncle to these creatures, was waning as she realized her own folly. Even with her humble powers, to face these creatures with nothing but a pitchfork was becoming obvious folly. Harpies were monsters, ones that could snatch you from the ground you walked on and drop you to the earth below, more than a match for a Pleb with a chip on her shoulder.
"No one else would help us...no one else would avenge him." she chanted to herself as she walked, as though a cleric's mantra. Who would come up here to help the Plebs? The slaves? Sure, some "heroes" might come seeking gold or glory, but not for them. Never for them, and how many might die in that time? If nothing else, if she got torn to pieces or dashed upon the rocks, perhaps her actions may inspire others. It was a wild hope, the fancy of a young woman, but it was all she had to justify her death, and if it would give these people peace, then perhaps it was worth it.
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Post by Republic of Aeneum on Nov 28, 2017 15:02:33 GMT -8
[@papira] should have went to the city first - but alas she was in the Pelonni Mountains all alone. Soon she would feel eyes upon her; a scrape her, a flap of wings there, but aside from that it was quiet except for a brisk breeze. She'd find herself coming upon a depression along the mountain trail, leading down between a series of rocky outcroppings. It was hard to determine where that might go, but one might deduce it would be hard for a winged best to navigate. Otherwise another trail, a newer one by the looks of it, branched off and headed further up the mountain. She could take either route, or return to Aeneum.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2017 17:08:06 GMT -8
Without money, she lacked a way to purchase weapons, or to hire manpower. Even what pittance she had to sell would only net her enough to purchase food to return here. No, she had no choice but to push onwards. A few times a noise would startle her and she'd swing around to point her makeshift weapon at nothing but air. "Stay calm," she chided herself as she attempted to regain her composure, but it was hard to quell the budding fear in her heart. How many of these monsters could there be? Surely she couldn't slay them all alone. Perhaps it would be best to give up, to retreat to the relative safety of the city's walls.
Hesitating at the crossroads the path had eventually terminated into, she glanced between the two directions she could go. While she lacked the experience to make an informed, tactical decision, getting picked up out of a hole sounded much better than getting picked up off the top of the mountain, didn't it? Presumably you'd start closer to the ground in the former. Steeling her resolve she picked her way down towards the outcroppings, using the butt of her pitchfork to help her navigate. Fortunately she was quite fit, and the difficult terrain didn't bother her too much.
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