Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Micro Map Monday 2-17-2015

Without further ado for #micromapmonday 's theme of #flowers

Where the dune sea meets the great ravines, the trade highway skirts the edge of the cliffs. In one spot, perhaps above a source of mana or a ley line, a row of unique flower beds appears beside the trail. Within the flowers boom red, orange, blue and purple no matter the time of year. They seem to be unaffected by the blowing sands of the dunes, but one or two of the plots have slid down the side of the ravine to crash into the rocks below.

It is said that the architects of the great Kingdoms, connected by the highway, conceived of this space as a meeting place for envoys and ambassadors. Some number of benches remain along the path, also unaffected by weather. Drovers say storms have unearthed similar structures further east, only to bury them a fortnight later.

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Micro Map Monday 2-4-2015

For #micromapmonday 's theme of #biggame :

Beyond the Abyssal Sea, the dunes swirl about gnarled and worn stone outcroppings clustered in groups of 4 to 10. Appearing ordinary at a distance, the local caravans give the area a wide berth. Why you ask? For in those clusters are the "rocks that sleep" - fierce nigh invulnerable omnivores whose stone fangs can rend anything but each other. 

Fortunately they are rarely awake, but unfortunately when they do stir,  they tend to wake in groups (families? clans?) Menhirrim some call the groups, for some of the hidden horrors have been known to rise  on massive hind-legs before striking.

Micro Map Monday 1-27-2015

For yesterdays #micromapmonday 's themes of #grit and #steel

In the deep of the wastes, the winds are so fierce and laden with magicks that all is ground to dust, shards and pieces. When the storms rage across the dunes, that grinding force can strip an unprotected soul to their bones in seconds and then add their crushed bones to the storm.

How can one cross this land, where the magicks foul teleports and flying is as dangerous as riding? The relics of the fallen empires hold the key. Scattered across the ergs are the hulks of ancient vessels, their hulls made of material proof against the winds. Metal forged in the void between stars.

Caravans race the winds from wreck to wreck, hiding inside the overturned hulls, listening to the music of the vibrating metal, until the storm subsides. Minions and slaves dig clear the entrances and the wagons ride once more.

Monday, January 19, 2015

Micro Map Monday 1-19-2015

For #micromapmonday 's theme of #circuitry
#acrossthewastes   no. 2

The inexorable passage of time has caused the wastes to swallow many a fallen empire. Those empires varied in size and scope, they wielded high sorceries or manufactured terrible machines, some fell to disease, some to war and others to disaster.

The fallen empire of this region powered their economy by tapping into the ley lines that ran below the great prairies (as they were at the time). Buildings dotted the landscape, attached to great pipes driven into the lines like wells tapping an aquifer. The magic was pulled to the surface and passed into sapphire tubes that crisscrossed their territory. Magic was plentiful and consumed by all.

As all these stories end, one day the wells ran dry. Perhaps the ley lines ran out of magic or perhaps the world felt the drain, like a deep wound on its surface, and redirected the ley lines elsewhere. The empire soon fell and was consumed by the wastes, leaving behind these empty wells, perched on dark crevasses, connected to broken tubes.

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Micro Map Monday 1-12-2015

#micromapmonday theme #incubator   - #acrossthewastes no. 1

In the depths of the wastes lies an array of regularly spaced structures. Once perhaps cylindrical or conical, time and weather have worn the stone to irregular domes about 20 foot in diameter and perhaps 30 feet high.

These structures predate all who have in or crossed the wastes. Their lore suggests something lies within these demos, but none have seen one hatch or open. In years past, sandstorms covered the field of domes. When the weather cleared, sometimes a dome had vanished, replaced by a pile of rubble.

Other domes have collapsed, revealing featureless square chambers within. These are sometimes used as nests or lairs of the beasts of the wastes or even homes to the strange hermits who have anointed themselves guardians of "the array" as they call it.

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Micro Map Monday 1-5-2015

Today's #micromapmonday theme was #stars

Ley lines run hither and yon through the depths of the woods. Years ago an earth magician parted the ground into order to tap one line with quite unexpected results. A rift formed, a pathway between worlds, dancing lights of stars visible beyond. The unfortunate mage fell into the rift and was never seen again. Inhabitants bridged the ravine and built a staircase descending to a vantage point to study the stellar display below.

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Micro Map Monday 12-30-2014

For yesterday's #micromapmonday with the theme of #holiday :

At the edge of the great ravine, the Sunwatchers built a temple so that they could watch the rise of the sun. On the walls of the circle, they placed stone obelisks fashioned with vertical slots, arranged so that the rising sun, at the beginning of each season, shone through the gaps. The sunlight would be focused by lenses set into the slots onto the central altar. The resultant heat would ignite the festival fires.

Runners, selected by their villages by competition or election for this was a high honor, would light torches from the holy fire and run tirelessly through the woods to central squares and grand keeps alike, to ignite their bonfires and fireplaces. So, the priests declared, began the four seasons of the land.