Hello my lovely darlings, it is wonderful to see you all back here. I think I need to give a huge shout out to all of you who are still checking in with the blog post. The Youtube channel doesn’t seem to be growing but that is probably due to the inconsistent uploads. What can I say? I’m not some young college student who can churn out videos at a rate of once every week, as I’ve said before and will say again, I have seven and a half full time jobs, the most important of which is being full time Moma to a SEND child in the form of the Major Distraction, a job that is becoming more and more difficult as I keep getting counter information about how I am supposed to do his move up to High School. Some are saying that I need to have the paperwork done by the end of October, others are saying I have until the end of November. I was told to ask for an EHCP review but now I’ve been told it’s the Local Authorities job to organise that. I was told I do the application to the High School, I’ve now been told that it is the school’s job to do that because he’s SEND.
To those people who say “parents are incentivised to have their children diagnosed as SEND for the special treatment” let me say one thing. We are not incentivised to chase a diagnosis. We do not want a diagnosis for our child. We would be perfectly happy if we had neurotypical, non-disabled children or better yet a world that would actually live by the principle it pledges to and bend just enough to benefit everyone. Part of the reason I had the Major Distraction was I thought, thought, ha, that I would be able to teach the Major Distraction all the little tricks I learnt the hard way to disguise what I am so that, even if he couldn’t make friends, he’d at least be left alone by his peers and teachers. Yeah, no, turns out he has Pathological Demand Avoidance of the fight/flight end of the spectrum and utterly refuses to learn from me. Having to rely on the system is not the life I wanted. Having to have the label to get the help so he wouldn’t be expelled was not the life I wanted but it is the life I got. Go figure.
So yes SEND and school are an interesting combination at the best of times and SATs year is not the best of times. Being the fish inside the bird cage is not fun and it is not enlightening, it just makes you feel like you are drowning all the time and the first lesson school teaches you is when you’re are neurodivergent is that you cannot be yourself without making others uncomfortable and when you make others uncomfortable they punish you for your existence. What we neurdivergents get for falling smack dab in the middle of the uncanny valley. Such is life, you just have to roll with it so I’m rolling with the blog post and thank you to all of you wonderful people out there that think that my thoughts on both this world and a fantasy world have something of value. The views really do give me the fuel to keep going with this. I will keep plugging away with the Youtube account as who knows maybe one day I’ll hit that critical mass where the algorithm has no choice but to start sharing my stuff. If anyone knows of a Youtube alternative that is just about free I would appreciate a heads up as unfortunately I have neither the time, the money or the equipment to make my videos good enough to go on Nebula, yet. There is always the future and I can always remaster some videos in the future. I’ve kept all the scripts!
Any way on to the meat of this episode, we are continuing our tour of Hestia, now pushing into the south east quadrant of the map. This one was a pain to do the map for as I had stepped right off of where I had done the original map so it took many hours of work to make everything just about line up with the other maps and to come up with how I was going to structure the islands of Sumwesi. It is not helped that Mircosoft discontinued my preferred Art Program when they updated to Windows Eleven so I’m having to use KolourPaint, a program that I find to be less flexible but again my ability to upgrade is hampered by money and time. I’d like to say hello to sleep on occasion but all my jobs seem to be very jealous of the time I spend with him. Still flying off to Hestia helps so shall we dive on in?
Sumwesi
To the south east of the lands of the Astral All Father, across many miles of ocean lies the scattered lands of Sumwesi. This archipelago of islands, some as big or bigger than the Isle of Albion is lush, tropical and rich in wildlife. However, explorers report that those that visit Sumwesi find neither human or elf, dwarf or orc child. Instead the lands of Sumwesi are ruled by animals that walk and talk as men and women. They are also said to possess a strange type of magic based on the five elements of fire, water, wind, metal and wood, their spells summoned and performed by the motion of hand, feet and body. They build homes, forge weapons, trade with each other and have, at times, gone to war with each other. Those that are blood takers (carnivores) tend to live closer to the coast, feeding off fish and fighting wars with the ocean mammals , while blood givers (herbivores) live closer to the centre of the islands, tending gardens and farm lands. There have been conflict between the two types and there are not many who can manage living within the communities of the other kind comfortably. Badgers and otters are the blood takers most comfortable at living among blood givers and rats are the blood givers most comfortable at living among blood takers.
Most blood givers are peaceful until threatened, building walled Abbeys that are havens of peace and good championship. When described as Abbeys many think of the monastic communities that exist, infrequently, in the North West corner of the world and that wouldn’t be too far from the truth though it appears that the Animl People of Sumwesi have very little in the way of religion. The blood givers who raise the Abbey’s of Sumwesi seem to be more concerned with the here and now than any particular theological conviction. If they have any tenant it appears to be to work hard for their daily bread, too enjoy good company, to never force another with whip and chain to work against their will and to always help those in need. Indeed there have even been a few blood takers who have found this generosity extended to themselves and who have wound up setting in the more peaceable lands.
Within the walls of these Abbey a main building usually stands, including cellar, storerooms, kitchens, Cavern Hole for everyday meals, Great Halls for Feasts and Festivals, infirmary, dormitories, private rooms and craft lofts. The Gate House at the main portal through the other walls usually also contains the records of the abbey and school room to prevent the risk of fire destroying the community’s history in the event of a disaster. Surrounding the main building there is usually orchards, fields, beehives and ponds. Often the main starch staple is collected beyond the Abbey walls in autumn rather than grown within it, with large, hard shelled nuts, kept in storerooms lined with imported pine needles and other such acidic vegetable matter, then dried and ground to provide flour, though some communities cultivate a relative of the grain crop that sprouts in the terraced fields of Tiansin. Others, mostly in the north east corner, plant fields of a strange plant within the Abbey grounds. This plant grows tall with big, flat almost palm like leaves growing sideways from the main stem. These leaves, once dried, can be used as bedding stuffing, to make toys, wrap food for travelling or burnt to white ash that is then wetted, formed into balls, baked until cherry red and slaked in water to form lime for mortar and water proofing larger vessels. At the base of these leaves a husk wrapped mass swells as the plant matures. Starting green, they turn brown and bumpy in mid autumn and when harvested the husk is peeled back to reveal a woody core about the length of a hand span covered in close packed rows of sweet tasting nubs. These nubs can be boiled on the ‘cob’, dried on the cob or separated and boiled off the cob or processed with water that has soaked through wood ash for a season to create a mush known as creamed corn. The nubs that have been dried on the cob are later separated and fried in oil until they ‘pop’ or ground to make ‘cornflour’. This cornflour makes a heavier, more filling and some say more healthful bread and cake. There is quite a trade in the dried seed form across the Islands of Sumwesi.
The blood givers, as mentioned before, prefer a peaceful life. However, to those that would bring them war they are vicious fighters, who give no quarter in the defence of their homes and families. The badgers and hares are the most soldier like, often building mighty castles to provide bastions of defence for softer lands, while the squirrel and otters form roving bands of defenders who orbit the more established settlements.
Many blood takers are bandits, mercenaries, thieves, marauders and worse, living nomadic lifestyles, fighting and taking where they can, moving on from more aggressive defences. Often their spend their ire upon each other, the strong robbing the weak. Those that want a more settled life often build coastal towns, trading around dock yards and fishing fleets. Boat building is a prime trade among these communities. Not many of them are capable of building the true ships of humankind but their swift, open decked sailing ships are narrow, fast and of a shallow draft. Their square sails drive them swiftly before the wind but cannot tact, meaning that they must have a large crew of rowers to drive them when against the wind. While some of the large vessel that have multiply decks may use oar slaves, most are single decked that are rowed by their own warriors, which has the added benefit of meaning that the crew have not enough time to be bored and are fighting fit when they reach their destination.
There seems to be no limit as to which species appear among the people of Sumwesi, with colonies of seals on the coast barking their own tongue and fighting a running conflict with the canines and musteloids of the islands. Though mice, hedgehogs, squirrels, hares, otters, badgers, voles and shrews are the most common in the communities of blood givers, with foxes, stoats, ferrets, weasels, rats, pine martins and cats being the most common in the communities of blood takers, there are scatterings of other species with deer, raccoons, wolves, mink and hamsters occasional being seen.
Completing the triad of this archipelago are the birds. Having fewer digits than the animals, only two plus a primitive thumb on the leading edge of the wing, they do not build as finely as the animals but they more than make up for that with intelligence, wit and ingenuity. That and the fact that they can fly gives them a huge advantage. Of the creatures of Sumwesi the birds show the most division in purpose along the lines of species.
The Corvids are the clerics, priests and monks, keeping their rough voices quiet and serving others in their copse and clearing holy places. They provide medicine, care, healing and in the end, the rituals of death. However, like all religions there are those who seek to twist the good and the kind into self-service and self-obsession. Beware a Corvid that has fallen to this dark path, the Crocked Ones lose none of their intelligence and wit. If you must face one of their plans prepare to face plans within plans within plans.
The Raptors are warriors and soldiers. Ranging in size from the agility kestrel to the heavy weight eagles, their Wings of warriors have beaten many invaders back from the shores of Sumwesi. Of all the creatures on the Isles they take the most collective view, vowing to protect all the islands from the attentions of the 'fur and featherless'. That is one of the kinder descriptions of the none animal peoples of the world they use. 'Monkey people' is an insult, as is 'unbalanced ones'. Even elves are considered with suspicion by the Raptor warriors. Unfortunately some Raptors have been infected by the same need for more that is suffered by the 'Fur and Featherless', collecting war bands of not just bird people but also blood givers and blood takers. The most famous of these was Ching Song, a black shouldered Kite, who gathered a fleet of four hundred ships and ruled the waves up and down the coast of Tiansin as well as Sumwesi itself, sometimes sailing as far as the land of Jamhodan to claim tribute and raid. Her blood red eyes became a symbol of ruthlessness and strength as she rose from humble beginnings to own an estate of her own in Tiansin and be given the title Hou by the Astral All Father of then. She also had holdings on the North Isle of Sumwesi, as well as establishments in Jamhodan. Some say her influence even spread to the Southern Continent. Ching Song died in peace in her old age, having bargained for her pardon and peace from the Astral All Father and retaining much of her wealth and even a portion of her fleet. The Pirate Queen of the Birds is still a legend in the East.
The Owls are sages, scholars and scribes. Some serve in the Corvid temples, recording their observations, organising their libraries and guarding their knowledge. Others are wandering observers taken to the high roads and by roads of the land to record what they see and hear. Some are map makers and historians, hammering down in detail the past of each community so that knowledge is preserved, discovery is recorded and data collected. Others hunt for lost knowledge, scouring old ruins to find the identities of those who once lived there. They preserve relics and try to make replicas to better understand the ways of the past so shine a light on the future. They speak rarely, study fiercely and watch constantly. There are those that retreat from the world, taking up residence in far off places to contempt the ways of the world and the turning of the heavens in quietness and peace. To these sages power and perfection are truly over rated, while peace in one’s self is sadly understated. However, do not mistake their meek and mild mannered appearance to mean that they are defenceless. They are warriors in a garden, not gardeners in a war. Not many of the Owl folk have ever fall to the path of self over community but when they have it has been a horror. As great scholars they have opened doorways to monsters and forces that should have been left alone. Not a few have become liches, poisoning the land with their presence alone. One of the islands of Sumwesi still smokes and spits fire, riven by the last great horror that rose from its depth. It is said that the ritual that cleaved the land of the Isle of Albion on the Day of Reclamation had its roots in the studies of the Smouldering Sect, a pact of Owls that had fallen to the study of dark and dangerous things.
The Chooks are one of the most varied of the bird races, with appearance that range through chickens, grouses, pheasants, pigeons and even parrots. They are the most likely to have friends among the earth bound races. They are foragers, artisans and entertainers, trading what they find or make with others to earn their daily bread and a roof over their heads. They craft simple instruments and the ones that look like parrots can mimic not only voices but also music and noises. Theirs is the knowledge of the simpler folk; stories, songs and antidotes being used to teach the younger generation of their history and the wide world beyond the edge of their settlements. They take care of their appearance but not obsessively so, good grooming is a sign of health and a well balanced mind among them. Their lifestyles are as mixed as their plumage, some travelling constantly while others have their homes built and deeply rooted to the land. Their flavour of evil is also different. Those that have turned to using their talents to spread discord are more likely to be the whisperers in the dark, encouraging discord, spreading lies and rumour, applauding ignorance, weaving spite into friendships, breaking communities to see them burn to ash. In some ways they are the most dangerous of the bird folk when they turn to putting self above community as it is hard to discover where the poison starts and who instigates the unrest.
Despite the islands of the Sumwesi Archepeligo starting in the tropics they are not all characterized by jungle with the isles scattered down as far as the temperate latitudes. Despite this the Abbeys do seem to follow a standard architecture with their extremely thick stone wall and centralised Grand Hall protecting from both tropic heat and temperate winter. Instead of adapting the buildings, the animal people of Sumwesi adapt their lifestyles with those in the tropics, rising before dawn, working hard, bathing at noon, having a second sleep in the afternoon before rising again and working until well after night fall. In the most northern of the Sumwesi Islands there have been years of extreme heat and drought. During these seasons the people have become almost nocturnal, rising two hours before sunset, working the night then going back to bed two hours after dawn, thus avoiding the harmful heat that could damage their health.
In the more temperate latitudes the people work hard and fast during the days of Spring, Summer and early Autumn to forage, grow, harvest and preserve sufficient stores of food to last the community until the following spring. During the winter months, especially on islands that have both the latitude and elivation to be expecting snow, then the mood turns to games, play, storytelling, festivals and feasts. It is almost worth being snow bound on the islands for three months just to enjoy their hospitality and welcome. Even a fur and featherless may earn their place in the community at these times if they have enough stories to tell.
Jamhodan
Separated from the rest of the Old World continent by the Hemodos Mountains, the land of Jamhodan is lush and tropical, bathed in two seasons - wet and dry. The trees are hard woods for the most part and in the open river plains, the grass grows so tall that it can hide the massive beasts of this country. These include Diceroli and Anancii (Anancus singular). Diceroli are barrels of flesh and skin like armour plates. Their legs are short, their eyes small, their ears no bigger than a small deer's. They seem to navigate their surroundings more by smell than any other sense and they are aggressive in the extreme. Their bulk alone, larger than any warhorse, would be dangerous enough but they are led by a massive nasal horn that is three feet long and kept sharp by the animal rubbing it against rocks and tree trunks. This natural weapon is enough to impale young dragons and gut horses. If you avoid the thrusting horn then being trampled below its plate like feet will leave broken bones and shattered limbs. They are dangerous and best avoided.
Anancii are twice as tall as a Diceroli at the shoulder and seem to be the only creature the Diceroli respect. An Anancus have pillar like legs, grey wriggled skin, tails that look more like a length of string, fan like ears that flap in the heat and two tusk teeth of ivory that spear from the upper jaw. These tusks can be used to dig up the ground, gorge bark off of trees or used to kill in battle. The clash between two adult male Anancii in the breeding season sounds like a thunder storm and can inflict vicious wounds. However, they do seem to be more intelligent than the Diceroli and can be tamed with care. However, one should always be careful around them as their strength makes them highly dangerous if they should lose their tempers. Their most distinguishing feature is a long, tube like nose called a trunk. This appendage would look ridiculous except that it is totally under the control of the creature that it belongs to. As such it can grasp, manipulate, suck, squirt and punch like a ten ton weight. However, it can also be as gentle as a mother with her child. Treated with respect and care, they will respond in kind.
The humans of Jamhodan are arranged into small kingdoms, each with their own language as well as a common tongue between regions. Often at war with their neighbours, these kingdoms none the less have common customs and religious ceremonies, despite having an extensive pantheon, with every region having their own favoured god or goddess.
The clothes of Jamhodan are as varied as the kingdoms, every region having its own style and many having a mix of styles, different clothing worn on different occasions. The most basic items of clothing for both men and women, are trousers that are tight at the waist and cuff whilst being loose in the leg with a top piece to cover the torso. For men the top piece is often a jacket while women favour a close fitting top that is pulled on over the head. The neckline of the women’s top is usually uncollared, the sleeves short and the waist line does not meet the top of the trousers. Usually a long cloth wrap is then layered over the top of the basic clothes. This is normally made out of cotton, even the poorest people have these wraps dyed in bright, some times aggressive colours that make the streets of Jamhodan cities look as if a flower bed has developed a will of its own and has taken to wandering around the town.
Richer families can afford to have their clothing either embroidered and be jewelled or have the patterns woven into the cloth during creation. The very richest can afford to have the designs painted on to the cloth. This is the most expensive form of decoration as the design has to be repaired after every wash.
Men too sometimes include decorative clothing pieces though usually of a smaller size than those of women. Again, the more decorated the piece the richer the owner. Granted, none but the richest wear their finest as every day ear, if nothing else for the sheer practicality of it. The finest garments are made of silk and velvet, depending on the season. For formal wear women often wear stunning gowns that are voluminous and loose. Possibly because of the continuing wars and upheavals of the land they live in the woman of Jamhodan eat as much as they are offered, laugh loud when they have the chance and dance as much as they are able to. Although the palaces of the rich are decorated with many depictions of tall, willowy women, the greater majority of the working class prefer their women plump and short, motherly little women who age well and love much. A sunny disposition is valued greatly in Jamhodan, despite the suffering often inflicted on its people.
In architecture, Jamhodan is more unified than the vast land of Tiansin. This is probably due to the rise and fall of the tides of conquest. As a kingdom is conquered the conquers stamp their own mark upon the official buildings and the lay out of cities then, as the kingdom’s power wanes a new conquer arrives and tears down what was built and remake it in their own image. Thus architecture is mixed and matched across centuries, influencing each other through defeat, tribute and trade.
The vernacular architecture shows signs of influence from Tiansin with the up-tilting slopes to the edges of the roofs to shed water during the rainy season. The simplest houses of the poorest are usually constructed of wood, bamboo and mud plaster and therefore require regular repair, taking away in time what is saved in money. Those that can afford slightly more build in fired brick, stone, clay tiles and metal, taking away in money what is saved in time spent on maintenance or not as the case maybe. No matter what the building is made out of the amount of decoration is quite remarkable, with patterns pressed into the plaster or wood laid in such away that it forms decoration as well as structure. Those who have the time, the access to the materials or the money will often paint their houses, usually with bold geometric patterns, rather than images of living beings. As has been noted before, the people of Jamhodan, instead of being ground down by their years of repeated suffering, seem determined to fill their days with as much beauty and joy as they can.
The level of stone masonry that is on display in the houses, temples and palaces of the rich speaks of at least some contact with the dwarfs in the past as they are wonders to behold. Sometimes one has to wonder how you can carve stone that finely, let alone how it manages to support its own weight, the white limestone a mere filigree in some places. In buildings not quite that fancy the stone is often of two or three different types or colours layered on top of each other and sometimes in front of each other so that when the stone mason then carves through the outer layer the inner layer accents the indention increasing the contrast and enhancing the visual effect. The effect is mesmerising in its intensity and almost hypnotic, visitors often loosing hours in just contemplating a single wall, the eyes and mind feasting on the details before them. These details are also not without purpose, particularly on the walls of temples, with many holy sites being carved with not only historical and devotional images but also science and mathematics. Thus the stone becomes a record more permanent than many libraries, with the walls and roofs built in such away that it would take a fire of volcanic proportions, the like of which only an ancient Lava Dragon could produce, to bring it down. Indeed some of the oldest temples do show signs of having been set alight at least once, the statues and base reliefs blacken and soot stained, the evidence of fire clinging to them even as they still stand in defiance of time itself.
In some temples the walls themselves become part of the rituals and services performed there. On certain nights of the year the population gathers in selected areas of the temple. There the priests, using lanterns and the motions of hands and arms and almost dancing movements, cause the shadows to move in such a way that the reliefs seem to come alive, the figures moving across the stones as bards play music on pipe and drum and curious stringed instruments in accompaniment to the story and the motions. Many who have witnessed these nights of story telling say that what sticks with them the most is the music and the feelings in the chest that resonated with it. During the day priests sit as teachers before the outer walls, using the diagrams and formulii incised there to demonstrate concept and method to their students. Whether peace shall remain long enough for their students to grow up and pass on their knowledge to the next generation is known only unto the gods.
There are also other religions in the land of Jamhodan that tend to form their own conclaves within cities and rural areas. Though not completely welcome among the people of Jamhodan, due to disagreements over religion, they are tolerated due to their skill sets, usually in trade, scribing, investing, accounting and in some cases the rites of the dead.
Though not many there is a small contingent of the Children of Kronzyn within the boarders of Jamhodan. Though they are not allowed to practise their necromantic skills during times of peace, which does happen as not every kingdom is at war with its neighbours all the time, the Children of Kronzyn do have their houses of healing within the towns and cities of Jamhodan. They also do make the bargain of Kronzyn with those that need it, the poor able to go to the Children of Kronzyn for money in exchange for their mortal remains upon the day of their deaths. Though they do not raise the skeletons of those who have made this bargain and set them to work in Jamhodan the way they do in Tiansin, the Children of Kronzyn maintain crypts below many of the cities of Jamhodan and there have been a few incidences where, pushed to the edge of loosing their kingdom, a Prince of one of the many city states of Jamhodan have offered their own body, story and life to the Children of Kronzyn in exchange for them rising the dead dedicated to Kronzyn to save the city and protect its people. As Kronzyn is a less understood god within the boundary of Jamhodan, this really is a weapon of last resort.
There is also another, less well known, religion sharing space within Jamhodan. Said to be originally from Rahman, these people live a very different life style to the rest of Jamhodan. Calling themselves Simurians, they worship the god Simurgh and have no other gods. They recognise the existence of other gods but they do not credit them with power, stating that their god has told them that they are his chosen people, that they will have no other gods before him. The Simurians believe that in the beginning there was nothing but a rolling mass of chaos and their god Simurgh spoke order into existence at the moment time began but the chaos was not totally undone in that instance and like a disease that resurges it seeks ever to infect Simurgh’s great work and undo all that is orderly and good. They believe that the chaos coalesced into an entity call Gethrail, a being of chaos, disorder and harm. The Simurian’s state that the world is a constant battle between Simurgh and Gethrail, with all mortal beings required to choice whom they serve and by their actions declare it and witness it before the world. It is no good saying ‘I am for Simurgh’ and then walking passed a neighbour who is starving in the streets, for that does harm and harm is of Gethrail. It is no good saying to your neighbour ‘Go, be happy, I wish you a long life and good health’ if you then help to make medicines so expensive that most people cannot afford them for such works will eventually force people to do unlawful acts to try and save their children, thus leading to disorder. Words without good deeds are as a farting trumpet as far as the Simurians are concerned. To them selfishness and greed are the roots of all evil and all sin.
Simurians live slightly differently from their non Simurian neighbours. Their clothes are usually of dark hues, some times trimmed with a ribbon or two ribbons of a lighter colour depending on the wearer’s status in the community. Men wear small hats when out in public while their women cover their hair once they are married. They observe dietary restrictions and their temples are usually plainer than many buildings in Jamhodan. They are a careful people, careful to speak, careful to act, careful to trust. They appear to be a people who have suffered betrayal and persecution in the past and have not forgotten it. They walk with care to avoid bringing bad attention down on themselves again, preferring to take much time before they choose a course of action. As such, some Jamhodans come to them to be arbiters and mediator’s in disputes. They are also often official judges and law scribes, serving in the courts of Jamhodan princes, trying to calm the political storms that wrack the country.
In climate, terrain and landscapes, Jamhodan is an extremely diverse land, with low land grass lands, jungles, forests, mountain ranges and swamps, Jamhodan is like a world in miniature, with creatures of marvel and danger. One of the most endearing is one of the species of large cat. These spotty coated felines are the predators of the high grass lands and open woods but are also favoured pets of princes and kings, their affectionate natures, cheeping cries and loud purring earn them a place at the tables of the rich and landed. It is best to note that their faces are marked with 'tear streaks' also known as 'cry marks'. A spotted cat that lacks these marks is best left alone. They are also incredible runners, sprinting at speeds that take the breath away but only able to sustain it for short bursts, after which they must take nearly an hour to recover. They also refuse to eat dirty meat, unfolding the skin of their prey to use it as a table cloth to avoid eating grit or dust.
Jamhodan is also the home of some very strange myths. In the towns and cities upon the coasts rumours and legends persist of creatures that rise from the waters to take their due of the population. These beings are said to be part sea creature, totally alien to human thinking, their gaze containing knowledge of ancient civilisation and comprehension of truth that shatter the minds of lesser beings. Their heads are described as being too big for their bodies, their physiques thin to the point of skeletal. Watching them move is said to be unnerving as they appear to drift over the floor without walking, their long fingers weaving in the air as they move. Their nails are said to be long to the point of being claws. Though many in authority dismiss these beings as being the superstition of peasants, every year there are bodies discovered in the alleys of ghettos of coastal towns that have been killed by having their brains removed. There are also areas of the surrounding ocean and islands that the local sailors refuse to approach no matter how much money you offer them, citing storms that will blow up out on no where to crack hulls and sink boats, inhuman faces watching the sailors from the water as the ship flounders. Other, darker things, are tied to these legends, whispers of cults and human sacrifices to hungry gods that wait, chained beneath the world, counting away eternity before they can return to take their revenge on those that betrayed them.
And there you have it, Sumwesi and Jamhodan. This one turned out longer than I expected it to so I’ve actually shuffled the last area I was going to cover in this report into the start of the next blog report but it does mean that this one is only going to be a week late so there are advantages. Granted I have no idea how long the next one is going to be so it will be fun to find out. Looking forward to seeing you there my lovely darlings. Be safe and be kind.
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