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==Cotf==
==Cotf==
The Synthæse are the prehistoric forebears of retail. Delicate, stupid creatures, many elderly (they have lived since time began). They are like ca hybrid of the elves, for their delicate beauty and longevity, and hobbits, for their familial parochial sense 9f home and family.  
The {{cotw}} are the prehistoric ancestors of what we now know as “retail investors”. They are handsome, delicate but fundamentally stupid herd creatures, many of them elderly and infirm, having lived since well before recorded time began.  


Being both delicate and stupid they are easily crushed in the gears of progress, but rumoured to have magical powers (“emergentiæ”), which are feeble in the hands of a single child, but amongst groups of them, when concerted and concentrated it can have devastating and unexpected consequences when combined, which can sometimes strike even powerful military installations. Thus they inspire a peculiar mixture of pity, reverence, fear and respect.  
Think of them as a hybrid of the elves — for their delicate beauty and longevity — and hobbits, for sense sense of familial parochiality, and their love of home, hearth and family.  


They eschew all financial weaponry, dealing only in real schtocks (small rabbit-like creatures they hunt in the forest), bonze (nourishing mushrooms which they gather (carefully avoiding subordinated toadstools) and etievs.
Being both delicate and stupid they are easily crushed in the gears of progress, but, when taken as a group and their herding instinct allowed to run they can display seemingly magical powers of intuition, panic and destruction (these powers known as the “emergentiæ”). These powers are not present in the hands of a single wood-child, but amongst groups of them, when concerted and concentrated it can have devastating and unexpected consequences, even in the face of powerful military forces. Thus, the {{cotw}} inspire a peculiar mixture of pity, reverence, fear and respect.  


Thus by regal proclamation the Synthæse are to be kept separated, confused, uneducated, and in a perpetual state of disarray and bafflement and conflict with each other such that they do not coordinate. By the same token they are to be protected by royal decree, above all other civil and military priorities and may not be hunted or exploited, except be special kid glove ministeria set up for the sole purpose.
They eschew all financial weaponry, dealing only in individual ''stoki'' (small rabbit-like creatures they hunt in the forest), but they have since become somewhat domesticated, supplementing and in many cases abandoning their traditional diet for a manufactured puree called “etievs” and “pensioni”, foodstuffs comprised of real woodland harvest made for them by the Mohloki.
 
In light of their delicate but dangerous nature, by regal proclamation the {{cotw}} are to be kept separated, confused, uneducated, and in a perpetual state of disarray and bafflement and conflict with each other such that they do not coordinate. By the same token they are to be protected by royal decree, above all other civil and military priorities and may not be hunted or exploited, except be special kid glove ministeria set up for the sole purpose.


In the castle the Mohloki are fed an articulated slop comprising commercially harvested stocks and bonds, bones, brains,  testicles, hallucinogenic juice of mushrooms which are designed to be, or at least give the impression of being,  super nutritious — but periodically are riven with toxins and bacteria causing sudden, widespread bouts of dissentry, meningitis or even death. The Lanchmani — the ruling class, do not eat this slop but extract a creamy essence off the first batch - before it had a chance to go off - and eat that. It is a much prized delicacy.
In the castle the Mohloki are fed an articulated slop comprising commercially harvested stocks and bonds, bones, brains,  testicles, hallucinogenic juice of mushrooms which are designed to be, or at least give the impression of being,  super nutritious — but periodically are riven with toxins and bacteria causing sudden, widespread bouts of dissentry, meningitis or even death. The Lanchmani — the ruling class, do not eat this slop but extract a creamy essence off the first batch - before it had a chance to go off - and eat that. It is a much prized delicacy.

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