Possibly: Elves are claustrophobic by nature? Goes along with limitation on Mers being out of water and dwarves nocturnal.


--

In time, architecture became one of the most celebrated professions,
as it was a challenge to the architects to create buildings which would
both accept even the Centaurs, and allow the Merfolk space to immerse
themselves before dehydration began.

* Centaurs doing the "pony express" mail; barges up and down the river,
  owning coaches for people transport - arrange deals with the Innkeepers
  (mostly Irish). Inns placed about half a day apart on the major roads.

* Experimenter's Guild (or something)

* Romans, with Irish and some Viking, become the police force (minor
  uprising in 101),

* Vikings, Phonecians, etc work with Merfolk, Selkie, etc to gt fish
  and seafood.

* Exclusionary fringe groups in the outskirts

--

Meanwhile, the gods, Anar, Ulum and Qini, realized that this was perhaps
not working to their advantage.  The gods that were worshipped by the
Newcomers were still worshipped by them, but as of yet, these three did
not have any worshippers of their own.  They finally sat down and took a
general inventory of what gods were being worshipped and found certain
holes.. There were no gods of magic, craftsmen, and healing. Ulum,
having been following the development of magic with great interest,
immediately adopted that.  Anar, who truely enjoyed tinkering with some
of the inventions that the Experimenter's Guild came up with, happily
took on the Craftsmen aspect.  This left Qini with Healing, which she
did not particularly mind, but she took a long, hard look at what was
needed before deciding on a course of action.

(New religions brough down - Anar and Ulum first, Qini later)

Previous gods don't answer prayers

Qini - head of church always a woman. Qini pops in, looking like a novice
and chats with priestess occasionally.

Craftsman & priest of craftsman: high quality items (heronmarks)

Magic & priest of magic: bonus to magic

Magic & priest of craftsman: exquisite, tool-type magical items

Craftsman & priest of magic: intricate, non-tool magical items

Healing & etc: ? Protection from injury, wands of heal, healing magical
damage (cannot otherise be 'healed'), less cost to heal, etc.

Unlike weaves, healing isn't all or nothing. At some point, it will stop
because someone can't tolerate it.

Magic is willbased with some verbal or action component to "direct",
needs a library of spells.

WANT: To allow people to add to the world; indicate permanent license
for use

* Two moons, one sun, we're not a moon, southern hemisphere, figure out
  lat & long, roughly, 50 miles off is the moebius-turnaround.

--

(Prophecy the war)

Bad guy forces build up in the north of the mountains, each tribe
mostly having a more or less truce, as they're roughly equivilent
in strength. Eventualy, they get their own "prophet" who shows up,
and starts combining the forces into a conquering mass coming over the
mountains. This will happen in about 255 or so (? Depending on how long
it takes until we've got enough players to pull it off?)

Timeline work: If we win the war, X happens; if we don't, Y.

Prophs: Random groups appearing, meteor shower w/ one big one, two moons
having a large-scaled eclipse of both at a time. New religions that work.

Research: Historical groups, figure out the accuracies,

Sphinxes do riddles and oracular stuff; need to get quests worked out

From popiel@wolfskeep.com Sat Jul 31 02:01:19 2004
Date: Wed, 23 Apr 2003 14:50:02 -0700
From: T. Alexander Popiel <popiel@wolfskeep.com>
To: tabbifli@dragoncat.net
Cc: popiel@wolfskeep.com
Subject: Game stuff

Anar and Ulum as twins?  Fraternal, most likely.

In general, god appearances as anonymous craftsmen/mages/healing
novices who give uncannily useful advice.  Also, Anar has a habit
of trying to take apart and reassemble interesting machinery.

Banshee wails converting people?

Story idea: One time, inventor Sven had been working on some sort
of clockwork machine for thread/yarn making: input of (washed)
raw wool or cotton or somesuch, and it was supposed to do the
carding, spinning, and pulling to yield nice (undyed) yarn or
thread.  Of course, the inventor had been having trouble with
the machine; it kept jamming, or various bits breaking, etc.
One night, after a particularly spectacular failure (one of
the carding arms jammed and then broke off, falling into the
pulling mechanism and thoroughly fouling everything, Sven just
locked up his workroom (in the middle of Experimenter's Row)
and went to the pub to get really drunk.  Two days later (bad
hangover), Sven heads back to his workroom.  The various people
in neighboring rooms wave to him and grumble, saying "Someone's
been rifling through my stuff - I've got a {ligature, pully, whatever}
missing!  Oh, and can you shut off that damned clacking from inside
your room?" He gets into his room and sees pieces scattered
everywhere... it looks like someone ripped out half of the guts
of his machine, and the remainder is clacking and spinning and
twirling around, accomplishing nothing.  He wanders over to the
power shaft from the waterwheel and disengages it, then turns
back to the machine, ready to pull it apart to figure out what
piece someone stole from his machine among all the mess... but
then stops and stares dumbfounded at the neat skein of yarn on
the output holder.  He then dazedly goes over to the input
hopper - it's empty.  

- Alex