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 Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 10:16 am
DESCRIPTION - LOCATION - PEOPLE - COAT OF ARMS - THE LUNEAN DEFENSE - CLIMATE - FLORA - FAUNA - PRODUCTION/TRADE - SOURCES Luna is the sort of village you find your sweetest most innocent dreams. Every townsmen is kind and full of delight, and the terrible that ever seems to happen is a rainy day perhaps ruining a picnic. Everyone is always welcome, and anyone is treated as if they're at home. While the village elders claim to have lived in this village for all of their lives, strangly no record of this village exists in any Gaian log, or map, or chart. Perhaps it has just avoided notice until now...perhaps not. Description: Lunea (Lune-ay-uh), finds itself nestled between a mountain and a beach. The village only stretches over a few square miles, yet most of the mileage is farm or agricultural land. As Lunea seems to have no deals with any existing shipping companies. There are no paved roads only gravel and sandy paths, and the most advanced buildings in sight are a steel mill, an iron factory, and a clocktower pressed up against the mountains face. The average villager lives in a small quaint cottage with thatch roofs, cobblestone walls, or perhaps even stone roofs and a nice fireplace in the center.
And while there are homes stretched out over the 6 square miles, the main village itself is perched right between the moutain face, and the dock. Everyday buying, trading, crafting, and general children playing is done here in this self sustained utopia.
Other Interesting Buildings:
Clocktower - Nestled closest to the mountainside is a tall clocktower stretching up nearly a forth of the mountains hieght. During dusk, the village elders can be seen entering the tower, and exiting at dawn, but their activities are unknown.
The Steel Mill - A steel mill lies in the far inland corner of Lunea Village, it provides work for most of the town, and also supplies grain, wheat, and many of the simpler spices like salt and pepper.
Iron Factory - As with any village of this small size, metal is usually required. The ironfactory is positioned on the side of the mountain facing away from the ocean. It provides the town with its basic metals for making tools, horse shoes, fishing hooks and the like. A weapon has never been forged in all of Lunea and not a single townsperson is ever seen holding anything more threatening than a knife. A knife which is likely then used to scale and clean a fish, or wittle wood.
NSX1 Generator - Though no one is allowed the generator by strong suggestion of the local populace, the generator facility provides electrical power to most of the city. Though it is only used at night and only when candle light is insufficient. As for what powers the generator, or how it is able to supply clean free electricity to the town, that is unknown.
Other Places Include:
Farmlands - Lunea Village covers 6 square miles in a rectangular shape, the center two miles are filled by the main town and dock, while the edge miles are used as farmlands. Farms of wheat, grain, fruits, and even animals, are cut across on the grave and dirt road leading into Lunea Village itself. Throughout almost all the daylight hours villages can be seen tirelessly working in the farms, and as the sun falls, their small cottage windows light up for supper and bed.
Mine - Beside the Iron Factory deep within the mountain lines a mine, its complex tunnels have existed without accident or collapse for as long as any of the village elders can remember. Daily miners enter, and exit seeming without concern or hazardous effects from any natural gas, bringing out coal, ores of various types, and even an occasional diamond in the rough for the local jeweler.
Harbor - The Harbor rest on the opposite side of town as the mountain, and yet no more than 4 minute walk from it. It is home to Lunea's fishing and boating trade. And at nearly any time of day, though never night, one can children splashing and playing in the water. Though intermingly with the children at play, are villages taking their boats out to sea for a recreational day of ocean air. Various shops are scattered throughout the harbor, usually providing supplies for local fishermen. Far off in the distance from the harbor you can even see a tower stretching up from a far distance shore, though not village has never been know to go out that far.
Location:
Lunea Village is positioned directly on the edge of the main Gaian Continent with a view toward Guldor. From the Harbor one can even seen a piece of Guldor way off in the distance.
People:
The people of Lunea Village are some of the most patient and kind people to walk the face of Gaia. They never seem to fight, never seem to argue, and always smiling about something. It seems really nothing can bring their day down. Each and every one of them loves their way of life, and bears no ill will to any race or creed anywhere else on the planet. It seems the only reason the Lunean Villagers dont travel more often is because of how very much they loves their homes. Any one of them is more than willing to take in a complete stranger into their homes, with open arms and treat them like a long lost piece of family.
Not a single villager has shown any supernatural talent or skill, and yet the town is not without its odd quirk.
Its odd, but while the villagers will each claim to have lived in this place for as long as they have lived, until recently this place seems to have never been visited. There are no nieghboring towns within a hundred miles of Lunea Village, but even the nieghboring towns have sketchy memories. It seems as if everyone questioned about Lunea who should know it exists does...but can never remember having been there, or what it looks like, or even who they spoke too. And each and everyone one of them will tell you its been years, since they've been there to explain why they cant remember. No explanation is offered as most of the villagers will simply state that since the town is so simple its so easy to forget.
Coat of Arms/Sign:
This sign can be seen hanging from the mayors office, the clocktower, the steel mill, the ironforge, and all subsequent important town locations. Though its origins are unknown.
The Lunea Defense:
Lunea...has no defense to speak of. The town is so harmless and so out of the way it seems it has simply avoided attack for all of their recorded history. No Lunean villager has even been know to go to war, or even get into a fight.
Climate:
Lunea Village stays within comfortable weather patterns. The coldest it has ever gotten is cold enough to give the villagers a beautiful white christmas and let them warm themselves by the fireplace comfortably. While transversely the hottest its ever gotten is hot enough to make a cool swim in the ocean become popular, and bring a few lemonade stands to the streetsides. The seasons come and go, and with fall an spring, the many tree's through the village itself age and leaves fall, and then bud and sprout. It is never life threatening cold, or heat stroke hot.
Flora:
Plants of dozens of types exist in this area, the soil is rich and fertile, and the farmlands alone hold a couple dozen species, intermingled in the tally are of course the average housewives lovely gardens, and a few randomly placed fruit trees.
Fauna:
With a climate as peaceful as Lunea's there arent many creatures that wouldnt live here. Though it appears none of the locals are anything other than human, this is of course with the exception for the occasional family dog, and its progency. And the sparse few old ladies on their porch with a cat. There are no known supernatural creatures taking residence amongst the village, though, they are not shunned away. Other than that, squirrels, mice, cats, dogs, and the occasional chicken, run free in the streets.
Production/Trade:
Wheat, barley, whey, grain, rice, cabbage, tomato, apple, orange, milk, steak...there is almost nothing the town doesnt dabble in. While it usually only produces enough for its residence, and only makes enough money subsist on friendly local relations with other villagers. Which is to say, alot of free things are given away to close friends, otherwise the village would likely starve. Because of its not so wealthy nature it doesnt dabble in trade with any other towns or cities, it just lives to feed and provide, for itself.
Resources:
The largest resources come from the sea, and the farms. Aggricultural is the necessary means of living in this quaint town. The ocean and the ground provides all these people need, or seem to have ever needed in order to survive.
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 11:45 am
Hay wake up!
::A foot kicked the edge of a twin bed in the middle of a cottage.::
Hay, hay, hay, hay, hay hay HAY! I said wake up!
::Almost violently a set of small hands shook the frame hiding under the covers in the bed. The figure rolled over as groggy as could be, his eyes still peeled shut.::
HAY! HAY HAY~!
::A jerk was felt as two feet hoped up on the bed and began shouting "HAY" with each leap, much to the protest of the rusty bed springs. And in return all the dangerously enthusastic alarm of a person got was a few moans, and the sight of their target curling up under the sheets in the fetal position.::
Ok thats it....
::A set of fwap were heard as two bare feet smacked onto the wood floors, soon followed by the sound of rusty sink handle being turned and water flowing into a container of some sort, and then a few more footsteps back. All were ignored.::
HAY!
::The voice shouted as it poured the water square at the sleepers poor innocent face. With a gag and sudden jolt from the bed Sun stood up splashing the water off his face as pure sunlight poured in from the cottage window into his eyes completely the blinding light he had last seen. But who was Sun?
Sun wasnt a little boy with brown hair staring down a little girl with a water glass in her hands, and an almost evil grin on her face. She had long red hair, tied in a ponytail but hidden under her cap. And wore set of long shorts, and suspenders over her stripped shirt. Her face was spotted with freckles, but what was most important was that Sun...did not know this girl! Sun didnt have tiny hands...he wasnt small...and he didnt know this girl...this place...anything...::
Its about time, Harry, its almost noon! We're gonna be late to the swim off!
::But she knew Harry. Leaving breathing Harry, who sprawled across only 4ft of bed, and looked to be at the most 11 years old, with brilliant mousey brown hair, and green eyes. No...in the mirror next to the window, that boy was Harry. This was Harry...but who...was Harry...and why was Hary here? Here was Home, Harry knew where his parents were working at the Mill, he knew where all his clothes and stuff was in this small cottage. And the only Sun that Harry knew of, was the one in the sky that was making him squint as it beamed in his eyes. He knew that two beds across the house where his mom and dads...But the really big question, was what was Harry going to do now?
The girl, jumped forward grabbing Harrys arm and trying to tug him out of bed. But really only getting him to sit straight up instead of slouching before the water on his arm made her grip slip, and she fell on her bum with an "oomph".::
Get up, get up, get up! We have to go the Swim Off! Get on your ---oomph-- Get on your swim trunks and meet me outside.
::She scurried to her feet, and then to the door, but before leaving looked back and shouted.::
HURRY!
::The big question needed an answer. What was Harry going to do? Was he going to get up? Sit in bed? Follow that girl? It was all up to Harry now.::
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 3:36 pm
Swim?!
HARRY?! Dazed and confused, and dripping the boy caught his reflection looking at him with just as much puzzlement as he felt.
A dream...
A few pillows went squish as he thumped back onto them, still soaked from the water. Had it all been a dream? Memories flooded in of Lunea, of his house, of the person that he was. Harry. And he found that the dream was starting to fade, worse when he tried to think about it, like most dreams do.
Water.
He scrambled out of his bed and did as he'd been told, admittedly still a little groggy over where he'd been in his sleep. Harry was even now trying to remember a name. Sunarrow, sunbeam, sunlight...nothing seemed right.
He had a normal face in an ordinary body, and apparently, he needed to go swimming in it. And some swimtrunks, which he found with only a bit of searching, along with a shirt, for sunburn's sake. Sunburn? No that wasn't it either.
Harry stepped out of the door, scratching his tousled head and yawning widely, blinking glazed green eyes at the redhead outside.
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 11:13 am
::Almost immediately Harry would find himself struck by the scents and even tastes swirling about the air. The bakery across the town square had just put a fresh set of pies on the window sil douses the air with the scent of pastry and sweets. The square bustled with the sound people chatting, walking, talking laughin, and other younger, and older children frolicking and having simply the time of their life. The house Harry just exited was rather unique, was a bit larger than the rest of the houses, and it seemed to be one of the few residential homes right on the edge of the towns square. A tall blonde female trotted by pushing a wheel barrel full of freshly picked apples to bring to the marketplace, her voice called out.::
G'mornin' Harry!
::As she reached down to ruffle his hair and continued her journey. A few feet ahead of Harry sound the redhead, with her hair put up under kangol hat, with onlya few red bits seeping out and down her neck onto her overalls. Her over alls were warn with long sleaves, she seemed a tab bit over dressed. At the sound of Harry's name and the sound of the wooden door clicking shut, she spun around with a smile all across her face. For some reason...some unknown reason as she stared at him with her pretty green eyes Harry...just couldnt get a name for her. Nothing seemed to fit!
But she didnt seem to care, she reached out grabbed his arm, and took off running while shouting back.::
We're gonna be late!
::It was a good 3 minute run down the hill to the shoreline, past the smell of sea water, sea weed and fish markets, past a myriad of people, most of which smiled and waved a few calling out a "goodmorning" as they were passed. Even the fishermen by his dock, anchoring his boat down didnt seem mine, when the duo nearly bumped into him running by. He just smiled, laughed and waved. The girl finally stopped at the edge of the dock. With a smile on her face as she paused to catch her breath.::
Whew...We're here!
::She called out to the kids in the water. Almost each and every one of them looked up, with the exception of two of them that were having a contest to decide who could hold their breath the longest. Greetings poured from the crowd everything from "Hi" to "Hello", to "How ya doin", to a silent nod from the black haired, tanned skinned kid just a few feet away from the others with that scar on his face in between his eyes and across the bridge of his nose. What was odd, was that not a single one of these children that seemed to know Harry so well, had names. Well of course they had names, but he just wouldnt be able to click them.
There was that one kid with blue hair, that seemed to be loving the water just that little bit more than everyone else. That girl...with the dark red hair, or that tanned bow with dark blue hair. Another boy with long green hair with dark brown streaks in it. It was hard to take everyone in because their had to be a good dozen or three kids here. ::
Go on, get it! The race is about to start!
Yeah, we cant start without the champ!
::The girl called out, followed by another child, as she attempted to shove Harry into the water. Strange though, as dressed as she was it didnt look like she had any intentions of getting in that water even if god commanded it. The rest of the kids just seemed in eager anticipation of Harrys arrival. As if proper play just could not start without him.::
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Posted: Sat Oct 28, 2006 7:20 am
The sand felt good beneath his feet. The breeze through his hair made him grin, and the sunshine left him breathless. Then his eyes caught the tower across the expanse of the water, and slid over it as if it didn't exist, and back to the group of children he didn't know the identities of, but talked to avidly.
Every greeting was answered to, every playful shove was met with an equally playful retaliation, as well as a blush at the red-headed girls announcement of him being some kind of champ.
I don't even like the water... It was cold, and wet and...
And then hands were pressed into his back as he overlooked the dark blue at the edge. His reflection was calm, but he found his heartbeat began to race. His fingers flexed and balled into fists.
Harry was nervous about this.
But why? Hadn't he done this every day? Wasn't he brilliant at it? It was just a lot of wet stuff after all. Then someone pushed harder and he was falling, blue rising up to him, silence as he drifted downwards.
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 9:21 am
::The kids cheered, each and everyone of them and swam into formation in a line around him. He would probably be able to see their kicking feet, and even through water hear their muffled cheers. It was funny, but swimming was something that had come natural him. Harry was given a water birth by his parents so his first sight was warm water, and he paddled his way to the surface and played and played. He loved bathtime, and spend a good portion of his time at the shore.
It was something about the way he would jump into the water, and just sink as if he was going to let it take him for a moment before breaking to the surface.
The little girl fully dressed, tugged her sleaves to help cover her wrists and hung her legs off the edge of the dock and smiled a simple smile. The sort of smile that is a thousand times more sad than it will ever be happy. She pulled her arms in around herself and prepared to watch the race.::
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 1:01 pm
He broke the top of the water with a gasp, looking around to wave at the dock, as if the girl couldn't pick him out right away. Harry found that he could almost effortless slide around and he treated it as a new experiance.
A somersault, two, and then he slide into line with the rest, eager to show off his new skills to the rest of the group. Confidence was almost like it's own personal bubble as he set himself up, ready to go.
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 9:52 am
::The moment Harrys eyes reached hers she lit up like a christmas tree, and hopped to her feet. Everyone was in line! Being the only dry person, and the person on the dock with the best view, it was her job to start the race. And there was really only one proper way to start a race.::
Ready! Set! GO!
::She thrust her arm out at the sea's. If Harry didnt move fast, he was about to get bypassed. As several of the kids took off like little kiddy jets. Their feet and arms kicking up a storm. The rules were the same as always, first one to the red bouy 300ft out wins! There was some stiff competition, here too! And a championship at stake!::
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Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2006 4:01 am
It was a near miss.
He hadn't expected everything to happen so fast. But the body moves in ways that sometimes react faster then the brain. There was only the hollow sound of waves splashing through his ears as he pulled forward with long even strokes, the water parting before him.
He couldn't see very well, there was a LOT of splashing about from the other kids, but he knew instinctively that they would fall behind soon, leaving the people that paced themselves, relying on even arm strokes and good breathing, rather then a massive kicking storm.
You saved that for the end.
A few water battles even broke out, and he found himself weaving in and out of fists and kicking feet, waterfalls of water passing him by.
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2006 7:43 am
::Out of the storms of weaker came the stronger, and though a few people had taken to playfully fighting in the water and a few had turned the a few kick splashes into an all out splash fight, a few competitors rose above the rest. A few took the race semi seriously and managed even close a body length between them and Harry, just barely reaching his feet.
For a moment that boy with the bright blue hair even managed to pass Harry but triumphantly flung his arms, as fast as the wind for a good...10 seconds...before blowing himself out and fading to the back. The girl in red was the closet thing to second, followed closely by that boy with dark skin and black hair.
And the bouy reached ever closer. It was the final stretch! All the real competitors had seriously begun kicking up the pace.::
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2006 2:38 pm
Up and over, arm after arm, the small distance seemed to stretch on for the longest. His lungs burned, as did his muscles, but still he carried on.
They would never catch up to him. He had what they never would. As long as she believed in him, as long as she would be there, waiting at the dock, he had something more to look forwards to.
This would all be pointless otherwise.
It was like that whenever he was out here, doing what he did so well. And even if she never participated, even if she just sat there, arms around her legs, watching the fun with those sad eyes and small smile. She was still that person who'd hand him a towel afterwards, ruffle his hair and give him a playful punch in the arm that stood for more then all the hugs in the world.
And he would reach the end for her, if no one else then for her. A hand stretched out to brush the red of the bouy.
He didn't even remember her name...
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 8:10 am
::They tried, so very very hard. The black haired, dark skinned lad actually came the closest, coming a half a body length from Harry but to no avail. Like a champ his hand wizzed over the bouy, and everyone knew it was over. She would very quickly deny to anyone that questioned that she was rooting for any particular person, and claim that she was just cheering on the crowd...but she couldnt lie to herself. The moment Harry's hand slid across that red metal, she jumped!
Nearly slipping off the dock, but managing to catch herself by quickly leaning back and accidentally falling flat on her bum.
It was not at all graceful, though she honestly hoped, as she scurried to her feet, that no one saw her. Trying to cover her fall as an odd way of picking up the towel.
Harry however had trouble of his own. He was a winner...and in a few seconds found himself surrounded by the not so fortunate swimmers. And by the sinister looks on their faces, apparently they were sore losers. Sore losers...who attacked, with vicious rapid splashes of splashy water aimed at poor innocent Harry! Laughter could be heard as they unleashed there splashes in a dastardly attempt to get the swimmer, wet!::
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 4:45 am
All his protests were met with a watery explosion. And while he gave as good as he got, it was hard to hold up under three simultanious attacks at once. Especially considering how tired he was. So he sputtered and clung to the red bouy as much as he could, grinning in supreme satisfaction despite the sore losers.
In a small respite as the others clung much like he did, he raised a hand to the dock, waving to say he was alright. The small bell within the large floating contraption was nearly knocked off it's perch as he got close enough to yank at a couple of bathing suits in revenge, and more screams and splashing occured, as he tried to save himself from likewise treatment.
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Posted: Sun Nov 05, 2006 9:06 am
::She caught his wave, filling her little face with glow as she hopped trying to get notice as she waved back.
The water storm raged on, water was every where which was pretty normal considering this was the ocean, and soon with the drops of water came a few liberated trunks. The air was filled with the lovely and oh so peaceful sound of children at play. The play had to continue for a good 10 to 15 fun filled minutes, with the bouy hanging on for dear life before, suddenly the sound of an airhorn ripped across the sea from the shore.
The kids stopped, cold, a few taking the moment of pause to recloth themselves, before bursting back toward shore.
For them the sound was unmistakable, "Skippers" was open, and lunch was served! Cap' Skipper always gave free lunch to the young swimmers, as sort of a thank you for taking the time to love the sea's as much as he does. Some people even managed to race toward shore faster than they had raced to the bouy, that little girl, grabbed the towel tight, and as per usual waited for Harry to come on back.::
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 9:24 am
Harry took his time coming to shore, knowing a place was automatically held for the winner, or could at least be forced into existance by some carefully placed elbows and limbs.
There were a pair of smacks as his hands hit the pier and he hauled himself out of the water. At the moment there wasn't a lot of indication as to how he'd look when he was older, but it wouldn't take too much imagination to make a few leaps, especially if he kept swimming as he did.
He gently reached for the towel, grinning and thanking the girl, before working up the will to stand on his own two legs and make his way like the rest, pausing to let her walk with him.
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