Post by Officer on Oct 13, 2013 20:48:22 GMT
{SUPERPOWER ONE}
Landscape: Mountain ranges rise from the earth like the spine of Gaea separated only by plains and valleys in some places. Others are deeply forested with tall and straight trees with thick trunks cloaking the world beneath them in shadow. This region is blessed with variety in its landscape; one might see rolling brown hills one moment, or expansive stone gardens and freshwater pools and the next stark and impressive mountains. To the west, one might even find marshland with brackish water mingling with the sea. Streams and rivers crack the earth apart and weather the mountainside with their never ending rush.
These lands are often called the storm lands, obviously for their quite dynamic weather patterns. Entire harvests are often destroyed by wandering tropical storms and hurricanes or flooded by torrential downpours. The flat-lands offer no escape for those trapped in nature’s rages, though the mountain tops rise higher than the clouds at some points. Though these mountains are natural barriers against vengeful weather, they also prove to be craggy and inhospitable. On the surface, they lack any possible way to produce an agriculture system. The peaks of the mountains are snow-capped year round, and in the summer expect half-melted snows the trigger avalanches that could sweep away an entire village in a moment.
Stretching beneath these cliffs like the toes of a giant are bleak moorlands, with their short, gray whispering grass that bow beneath the sickle-like winds. The shores of this land are rocky, aside from its western face. Jutting cliffs thrust themselves into the sea, which strikes back with towering waves. While inland the land is fertile and appealing, the coast is a harsh and unforgiving landscape with gray sand, black rock and darker seas.
Resources: This land has a grand amount of biotic and abiotic resources destined to be taken advantage of. This isle is incredibly fertile, filled with an outrageous amount of wild grown fruits and vegetables. This is Mother Nature’s own garden, surrounded by black-gray rock. The mountains offer an assortment of gems and ores waiting to be tapped and utilized by its people. The flowing streams that create such a lush environment are teeming with fish and attract meaty prey waiting to be hunted.
Food/Water: The wide open plains of this land help produce big game animals and the wild predators that hunt them. Fruits and vegetables are also plentiful. The multitude of rivers that lace the land provide many opportunities for fishing and farming. Even in the mountains streams meander through the craggy rocks making them almost hospitable. It’s people are often hardy and well-fed owing to a diet of meat and fruit. The land seems designed for farming as well, with so many pack animals wandering aimlessly among them; are big horned goats, sheep, cows, horses, etc.
Landscape: Mountain ranges rise from the earth like the spine of Gaea separated only by plains and valleys in some places. Others are deeply forested with tall and straight trees with thick trunks cloaking the world beneath them in shadow. This region is blessed with variety in its landscape; one might see rolling brown hills one moment, or expansive stone gardens and freshwater pools and the next stark and impressive mountains. To the west, one might even find marshland with brackish water mingling with the sea. Streams and rivers crack the earth apart and weather the mountainside with their never ending rush.
These lands are often called the storm lands, obviously for their quite dynamic weather patterns. Entire harvests are often destroyed by wandering tropical storms and hurricanes or flooded by torrential downpours. The flat-lands offer no escape for those trapped in nature’s rages, though the mountain tops rise higher than the clouds at some points. Though these mountains are natural barriers against vengeful weather, they also prove to be craggy and inhospitable. On the surface, they lack any possible way to produce an agriculture system. The peaks of the mountains are snow-capped year round, and in the summer expect half-melted snows the trigger avalanches that could sweep away an entire village in a moment.
Stretching beneath these cliffs like the toes of a giant are bleak moorlands, with their short, gray whispering grass that bow beneath the sickle-like winds. The shores of this land are rocky, aside from its western face. Jutting cliffs thrust themselves into the sea, which strikes back with towering waves. While inland the land is fertile and appealing, the coast is a harsh and unforgiving landscape with gray sand, black rock and darker seas.
Resources: This land has a grand amount of biotic and abiotic resources destined to be taken advantage of. This isle is incredibly fertile, filled with an outrageous amount of wild grown fruits and vegetables. This is Mother Nature’s own garden, surrounded by black-gray rock. The mountains offer an assortment of gems and ores waiting to be tapped and utilized by its people. The flowing streams that create such a lush environment are teeming with fish and attract meaty prey waiting to be hunted.
Food/Water: The wide open plains of this land help produce big game animals and the wild predators that hunt them. Fruits and vegetables are also plentiful. The multitude of rivers that lace the land provide many opportunities for fishing and farming. Even in the mountains streams meander through the craggy rocks making them almost hospitable. It’s people are often hardy and well-fed owing to a diet of meat and fruit. The land seems designed for farming as well, with so many pack animals wandering aimlessly among them; are big horned goats, sheep, cows, horses, etc.
{SUPERPOWER TWO}
Before inhabitance, the land became warped by a comet. Their civilisation is seated within the resulting micro-crater. This land is characterised by its unique minerals, as well as mutations that have given birth to unnatural human abilities. The sun and moon in are of a bizarre spectrum, the atmosphere clouded, and its land harmful to the ordinary man. It stands impervious to most armies. Though lucked with resources and unique genetic makeup, their people are plagued by an inferior lifespan and are merely able to reproduce within their own race. They are an unsightly people, evermore, agriculture and game must be sought and executed in outlying land where soil is healthy.
Before inhabitance, the land became warped by a comet. Their civilisation is seated within the resulting micro-crater. This land is characterised by its unique minerals, as well as mutations that have given birth to unnatural human abilities. The sun and moon in are of a bizarre spectrum, the atmosphere clouded, and its land harmful to the ordinary man. It stands impervious to most armies. Though lucked with resources and unique genetic makeup, their people are plagued by an inferior lifespan and are merely able to reproduce within their own race. They are an unsightly people, evermore, agriculture and game must be sought and executed in outlying land where soil is healthy.
{SUPERPOWER THREE}
Falling crag, energy rumbling in the skies, dusty wind, and immense waterfalls. The land above has always been unstable so refuge must be sought beneath - caverns and underground burrows where the waters flows. Perhaps their military towers on a foundation of guerrilla tactics. Raised in the shadows until mature enough to venture the surface, their vision greatly impaired by the suns energy. From the continuous thrash of rockslide and thunderbolt, the people can hardly register the crows call. Through body language and hand signals they communicate below the turmoil. A civilisation with such an environment at the their leash has a capacity for untold power, given the right mind. Their way of life remains unnoticed - scavenging like the ant.
Falling crag, energy rumbling in the skies, dusty wind, and immense waterfalls. The land above has always been unstable so refuge must be sought beneath - caverns and underground burrows where the waters flows. Perhaps their military towers on a foundation of guerrilla tactics. Raised in the shadows until mature enough to venture the surface, their vision greatly impaired by the suns energy. From the continuous thrash of rockslide and thunderbolt, the people can hardly register the crows call. Through body language and hand signals they communicate below the turmoil. A civilisation with such an environment at the their leash has a capacity for untold power, given the right mind. Their way of life remains unnoticed - scavenging like the ant.