>>6452686
What are the rules for species creation?

>>6452686
Well someone has to start
>Introduce a species

The Alnaas are a species of bipedal reptilian creatures clad in a lizard's scales and and a bird's feathers(particularly around the spine and neck). They possess four arms ending in clawed hands and six wings whose feathers are bioluminescent grow from their backs. They have an innate affinity for elemental magic and their scales and feathers reflect that. They are also obligate carnivores

This can serve as our ''first race'' precursor thinge

>>6452686
>Create species The Wretched
When the Gods were awake, they punished men for their hubris. As they sleep their nightmares remain. In ancient times Gods would punish mortals who broke their laws with great plagues. The greatest of them would curse the lands themselves so that any mortal who broke their laws would be made ill. Breaking hospitality, lying on a holy day, killing a sacred animal, every God had a law they held above all others and the price for breaking it on their land was steep. The Gods may be gone but their curses remain. To the mortals the disease seems to crop up at random with no pattern as knowledge of the esoteric laws that governed them were lost with the Gods. Yet while its cause may not be known the effects are unmistakable. The victims became misshapen, malformed things that infect any who dwell near them. Those that aren’t killed are cast out, only finding comfort among the rest of the diseased. Their species, heraldry, even their names are forsaken by all who once knew them. They are treated as less than they were, in some lands they are less than even beasts. They are nothing more than mere wretches.

>>6452686
Tricky ownership.

>[One of the Following] Create a Species - Humans.
One needs a baseline of mundanity for all things, and what better quantity but humans? Is man not the measure of all things?

They are simple bipedals, of various spectrums and many members. They do not excel in any particular field, enjoying mediocrity for all of our sakes. Aware of this insignificance, they possess a tendency to violence and trickery, to take from the world what should be theirs.

>[One's Contribution] A Legend of Humans - The First Name

It is told, when the world belonged to none, when all things were not named, and thus, does not belong, that a pair of humans met. Not the first, not the last, not the founders nor the usurpers. As significant as dust in the grand scheme of things.

No quality is innate. Yet, when cutting meets blunting, and blood was spilled upon that instrument, man found that quality is taken. The dead cursed the living, cursed him from taking what was hers, and rattled her final rasping words cursing him, did he understood. He could be described by many nouns, said to be of many adjectives, acting to many verbs as an observer wished.

No, he understood, that above all of that transience, was something he truly is. He is first and foremost, a murderer. That made him belong. That's great.

>>6452689
It's mostly freeform. Most restrictions are going to be fairly common sense stuff, like please don't make a species that's a world ending disaster in a humanoid shape, or a robot that manufactures arbitrary science fiction technology in an internal nanoforge. Broadly speaking a species should be able to exist in the world without warping it to revolve around them.

>>6452686
>Action: Introduce Species
>Name: Kiiztaani
>Description: 'Tree-talkers' in their tongue, the Kiiztaani are, as their name suggests, the children of the world's vast, primordial forests. Curious, yet cautious, Kiiztaani are rarely found far from their vast family units and have an innate fondness for nature.

If you wander the woods you might see a patch of moss or leaves lying on the forest floor or pressed against a tree. It might be moss. Might be leaves. Or it might be the velvety, but advanced coat or tail of a Kiiztaani used to blend in with their surroundings. Blessed with keen senses, it's difficult to find one unless they wish to be found, but fortunately most Kiiztaani are playful to a fault.

Playful, however, doesn't mean foolish...

>Contribution: Sap Swell: The Season of Sugar
There is a time, some say, where the forests smell of sugar. A saccharine scent pungent enough to emerge from even the deepest of forests... one that drives the beasts drooling mad and tinges each breath with a sugary taste.

To some, it's a warning: steer clear of the woods--they aren't for you to walk. To others, like the Kiiztaani, however, it's a sign for celebration: the beginning of a new year and a reward from the woods for patience and perseverance.

In the deepest groves, the trees bleed--their glowing sap dripping down their trunks in a stream of runny rainbow. Some seeps into the soil. Some steeps and sweetens the forest rivers and streams.... and some is gathered by the tree-talkers to brew into potent drinks and sugary sweets.

It is said that during their Sap Swell revelries, no one is a stranger to the Kiiztaani. All are welcome to sup and drink, and if one plays along with their games and dances, they may even wake up in a sugary stupor the next day with their pack intact... along with a few souvenirs for the road.

Interested in this, but it's long past midnight here and I can't post immediately. Am I allowed to reserve a spot for ~10 hours from now? (If there's still one open by then, I'll just post as normal.)

>>6452785
*reserve a spot for a species. I am intending to introduce a species. (And now you know why I'm not just posting immediately.)

>>6452747
Understood. Thank you.

>>6452686
>Create a Species - The Ilune / Elves
The Ilune—or elves, as humans call them—are an old race, even compared to the other long-lived species. Even among their ageless number, however, none remain who know how their race began. Some say that an ancient goddess created the Ilune from moonlight, some that a cruel, tyrannical god-king fashioned elves as servants, and others still that they were born as guardians of a divine tree that stretched across the southern lands; the only commonality between the accounts is that the elves were created by a higher power.

There are some physical traits that are common to all elves, which distinguish them from other species. The first and most important is their agelessness after reaching adulthood at fifty. Due to having far fewer generations and less mutation, elves also tend to be very biologically similar within groups. The most obvious trait of elves is their pointed ears, which allow them extremely keen hearing. One interesting weakness of elves, however, is that the perfect nature of their healing prevents muscular growth or atrophy; while every elf is always fit, they cannot match the strongest humans, much less the strongest members of some other races.

Spiritually, elves also have several defining qualities. They are somewhat like the Kiiztaani in their reverence for nature, but they also possess an unhurried perspective towards time that can often alienate them from shorter-lived species. Elves also tend to devote themselves to mastery of a particular vocation, such as singing, swordsmanship, or hunting.

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>>6452686
>Create a Species
The Quan are a race of motile vine-clusters that supplement their photosynthesis through the consumption of meat. Each emerges from a seed with one eye and one vine, and over the course of their decades-long life, grows another of each roughly every fifteen years. Every thirty years, they lay a handful of seeds, which have the potential to germinate if cared for in a wide range of soil. There is no upper limit to these eye and vine growths, and as they don't undergo senescence, in theory, one could be immortal. In practice, their internal structure collapses from the strain somewhere around eight or nine. Some undergo pruning, but this is traumatic.

Because the other races all have faces, the Quan make masks for themselves. These are often painted or decorated to help non-Quan differentiate between individuals. The Quan themselves have no problem with this and many insular Quan forgo masks entirely. They are a very social, friendly, and charitable race but have no scruples towards violence or theft. For this reason, they are generally overrepresented among military and criminal organizations. They have heavy, guttural accents and their own language is harsh to the non-Quan ear. The shade of their vines varies depending on what time of year their seeds were planted, and many Quan are strongly opinionated about what time of year is best or worst.

>>6452693
>History and Culture
The Alnaas have an obscenely high tolerance for spices, and their traditional food reflects this. Very few non-Alnaas can go the distance at an Alnaas table, something they joke about frequently.

>>6452686
> Create a Species
Half Giants


Poor sods.
In the ancient past, when the Giants and the smaller races warred with each other, the half breeds were persecuted by both sides. The humans still saw them as monsters to be wiped out, and their larger kin saw them as pathetic runts to be enslaved.
This kind of mistreatment is a pattern that follows throughout much of their history. The Half Giants long were outcasts due to their fewer numbers and because the homelands of either side were equally unwelcome to them.

That was long ago, but the consequences of those times remain.
Nowadays you'll only find the Half Giants in the furthest, most isolated cities. They fled from the center of the continent and sought to retreat from the perils of the world.

>>6452846
Anon...why only half-giants...why not strait up giants

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>>6452686
>Create a Species
The Shadowfolk, so called due to their real names being long forgotten, are a disparate and lonely race. They number incredibly few, without more than one known settlement to their name, and seem to grow rarer by the year.

This may due to their dwindling numbers... or due to their penchant for shapeshifting. The Shadowfolk are almost never seen in anything but the guise of another race-- the consummate survivor race, they live by taking on the forms of more populous species and living double lives. If needed, they can survive anywhere, eat anything-- so long as it's in the form of another being.

>Contribute: A legend? A piece of history? The Demise of the Shadowfolk
Once upon a time, this duplicitous mantra branded the Shadowfolk with a rather negative reputation. It is said that, in a long-forgotten ancient era, they were the world's foremost target. Their people were hunted, their children slain-- those who survived forgot most of what it meant to be their race, and took on the names their people were called to communicate with one another. Great knowledge of magic, extensive expertise in subterfuge, constant knowledge of who among them hid among other races-- all such things were said to be lost (though a modern Shadowfolk could never tell you for certain whether they existed in the first place).

Ever since, their modern descendants have been left confused and desperate. They can hardly tell their own from those they call "hosts", rarely succeed in much more than survival, and sometimes abandon their Shadowfolk kin entirely to try and truly become one of another species. Their negative reputation lingers, but the species itself has essentially been dismantled. The once-proud strangers have been brought to heel, their generational knowledge obliterated and what was known of their civilization in ruins.

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>>6452686
> Create a Species: Gorno
The Gorno are creatures of earth and stone, motile rocky forms in vaguely humanoid shape that live in the hot and craggy regions of the world. Their diet is laid down bands of silicate that have been deposited throughout the crust and cool out of lava flows; though to simplify this as 'eating rocks' is fairly close to the truth of it. They value strength and resilience in themselves, and simple but strong bonds of friendship and brotherhood over most complex social structures. Where magic is involved, their focus tends toward the primal; but they are not without craft in their artisanry, and see the challenge of wresting creation from raw material as worthy.

>>6452851
I was going to let someone else do that if they wanted
If no one does, we can just say that full giants don't live in urban cities

>Create a Species: The Tatik
Spindly and fragile, with a dozen reed-like limbs that alternately serve as arms and legs depending on what the situation requires, members of this strange race of arthropods lack a discernable cephalic structure, possessing only a thickly armoured central mass from which their appendages extrude. The reason for this strange anatomical quirk is that such an evolutionary development is quite simply unnecessary for a species that lacks any form of olfactory, visual, or traditional auditory senses.

Where most species would find this lack disorienting, the Tatik thrive under the auspices of their extraordinary mechanosensitivity. The segmented layers of chitin that protect much of their body, coloured in burnt umber, are remarkably sensitive to vibrations, even those travelling through the air, allowing their entire body to serve as a remarkably keen, if unconventional, auditory system, while the sensilla that tip each of their dozen limbs are yet more sensitive to texture, vibration and gustation, surrounding and protecting the delicate labellum with which the Tatik ponderously eat.

These exceptional senses, paired with the fragility of their limbs, make the Tatik exceedingly timid, taciturn, and conflict avoidant in both nature and, by extension, society, preferring to go through life without friction of either the metaphorical or literal kind. As a result, the majority of Tatik live out their entire lives in the relative seclusion of their subterranean birth community, only venturing out into the wider world during annual excursions to find new and unique materials and textures with which to decorate the floors and walls of their homes. Should they find one they particularly like they can become singularly focused on acquiring it, thoughtlessly and guilelessly offering a wealth of trinkets and tools, each one of extraordinary craftsmanship and quality, in exchange, though the…unique aesthetic tastes fostered by their wildly differing senses and values as well as their strange percussive language can make such transactions difficult to navigate for every party involved.

>Create a Species: The T.B(Tower Builders)
The T.B call themselves as "living beings". Therefore, the other sentient species gave them the name of Tower Builders, upon observing their behaviors. They go through a period of search for new territory, and when they find someplace suitable, they begin to build. They'll fortify and build up that area to a great extent, and only when they get satisfied according to their own metrics, shall they start a new "tower" someplace else.

>Appearance: They are humanoid creatures, having the average height somewhere between a human and a half-giant. They are grayish in color and have fine finger like manipulators attached to their limbs.

>>6452686
>Inhabit a City
>Shall we do an irony? The displaced Shadowfolk with not a settlement to their name, being the first settlers and taking the first pop slot of the first city.
Where kin and kindred were genocided by the scores the world over, only in the misty reaches of [CITY 1]'s precursor villages did the shadowfolk find succor. Where isolation allowed them time to adapt to a world turning against them. The first of other species to come across these shadowfolk hamlets would be met with people of like face and vernacular; the entire community having adapted and put on a play, all to blend in with a new-arriving minority.

Even as these hamlets and small fishing villages came together to eventually form the City State of [CITY 1], the Shadowfolk bled into this greater nation with seemless grace, there from the beginning, having long since completely adopted their neighbors customs and society.

>Historical Diatribe - Tale of One-Two Cities
Throughout the ages, the history of city states [CITY 1] and [CITY 2] have been one of odd bedfellows, friendenemy rivals, and a source of endless accounts of political and romantic fiction from each side. Often warring amongst each other for decades of even centuries on end, only to immediately ally and have each others' back when a third power arrives to tip the scale in the local geopolitical scene.

Much of their cultures are as heavily defined by their arbitrary opposition of each other, as they are by the heavy cross-pollination between the two.

Oh, is it the next turn? I'll whip something up later if it is

> TURN ONE ENDS

I've written everything down at https://worldforge.me/wiki?worldId=6a8648ccb62301a3dafbb2eb feel free to look it over and let me know if I missed something, made a mistake, etc etc.

We've got all ten species slots filled (well, over filled actually, but I'll let it squeak in). No more species can be created at this point.

> 13/13 Cities have no name
> 64/65 City Population slots remain
> 65/65 City Expertise slots remain


TURN TWO BEGINS

>>6454420
In that case...
>Inhabit a City
>City 7 goes to Kiiztaani
I'll write something up for it when it isn't so late in my area. I figure they'd like a place in the forest.

>>6454420
>Inhabit a city
>Gorno into City 9
From the volcanos of the lands of fire, the Gorno find the city that teeters upon the edge of the lava-flows of their volcanic domain. Many move to inhabit the palisades and halls, carving as they do great channels to bring the tides of flowing Lava into the city's ancient heart.

>>6454420
>Inhabit City
>Banish the Wretched to City 5
The first inhabitants of [Insert City 5’s name here] were Wretches exiled from their original lands. As more and more people were sent their rumors of a safe haven for the diseased would spread to the northern lands. Isolated groups of Wretches would spend what little they had to reach the island, and though often disappointed that the colony didn’t quite live up to the rumors most choose to stay either because they wanted to be among more people like them or simply because they could no longer afford to leave. As the Wretch colony grew large enough in size to become one of the thirteen cities it became known as the city built by rumors.

>>6454449
>>6454420
Okay I'm alive again. Here goes...

From one burgeoning Kiiztaani family came a tribe... then a community... and finally a bustling commune spanning swathes of canopy in the Southern Forests. Here in RIISMIICHI: 'Glistenberry' in the Kiiztaani tongue, the nigh-endless wilds felt a bit less wild: travelers were welcomed with open arms and fresh-poured sap, stories were shared and supplies were stocked, and the once-wary woodsdwellers learned to greet newcomers with treats and trinkets in exchange for curios and oddities from far beyond the reaches of the forests!

Travelers would sing of the Kiiztaani's legendary hospitality, yes, but also the grand vine-wrapped walkways spidering across the canopy, colossal treetop windmills that powered primitive lifts and tools, and rustic homes built straight into the towering trees. The tales sounded tall, of course, and as they say, seeing is believing.

Riismiichi may not have been the grandest of cities, nor the strongest of strongholds, but their place there was life. Spirit. An unsinkable sense of ease that not even the most aloof mercenary or wayfarer could shake.

>>6454679
Shit sorry I didn't realize naming a city is a separate action. Forget I said anything about that!

>>6454420
You missed the piece of history/culture/legend that came along with the Shadowfolk here. >>6452904
Otherwise seems good.

>Name CITY 1
Perpetua is. Perpetua was. Whatever it is, whatever it must be, it simply becomes. Its name is whispered among the Shadowfolk outside of it with reverence, disbelief-- the mere thought of it stirs something primal in them, something long-since thought to be lost. Its own existence is sometimes doubted by those who've never taken to the seas, but can never be denied by those who've had the pleasure to visit it.

Perpetua is a name known only to the Shadowfolk. What other species know it as varies-- oftentimes, it will share the name of the the visitor's treasured hometown, or the legendary sunken city they've spent so long scouring the world for, or the distant foreigner's capital that they've only heard stories of from more adventurous family. Whatever the name, whatever the appearance, whatever the situation... Perpetua remains a haven for Shadowfolk and a bulwark against their enemies.

>>6454420
>Inhabit a City
>The Tower Builders fortify City 6

Within the first few cycles of scouting for territory, the T.B came upon a piece of land surrounded by some mountains. It could be described as love at first sight, but for an entire species directed towards a place. They quickly got to work fortifying the already semi-isolated City 6 into an even harder to reach place. Except for the acquiring and trading of resources, the T.B rarely make contact with the other cities.

If a traveler from a nearby City were to, by some feat of luck, accidentally stumble onto City 6, they would find a City where the homes are as vertical as they are horizontal(being built into the mountains), mechanisms and machinery laid out in a way that is completely practical without caring for any notion of aesthetics, and constantly moving blobs of gray who never seem to stop their industrious but incessant construction of the already dense City.

>Culture:

The T.B don't have many celebrations in the traditional sense. However, when a "Tower" reaches a milestone that they arbitrarily decide, members of the species finally decide to take a rest and engage in leisure activities, such as playing a boardgame known as "Build-the-tower".

These days are known as tebep(shortening of Tower-Partially-Built) and they come in various phases, starting from phase 0 and incrementally increasing, with each phase bringing on a different form of celebration. There exists a theoretical/legendary "Final Phase" of the tower being built, but the T.B seldom mention it.

>>6454743
I'm posting from a different browser this time, so my id is different.

>>6454420
>[One of the Following] Inhabit a City - Human, City 10

Where would humans be but at the center of things, or perhaps the first tenth?

>[One's Contribution] Murder the Architects

The humans did not arrive kindly. They would come to the city that hid the sun and demanded them to return it to its rightful position in the skies. They said, is the Sun not the universal property of all living beings? What right does the City have in hiding it from all?

Ofcourse, they did not intend to truly reason with the Architects. After they were admitted into the City, they simply chose to collectively murder all of the Architects. From this feat, the humans would claim that they are the true architects of all cities.

>>6454420
>Inhabit a City
Half Giants inhabit City 1

>>6454420
>Assign a Specialty
>The Quan-Grottos to City 10
>Pools of water with the right conditions to enable Quan to grow far larger and older than normal, the density of the water just right to still enable life yet also allow them to reach otherwise untold numbers of vines and eyes without their bodies collapsing under the weight.

The brackish waters and tides that pervade the eastern swamps are a determent to much of civilized societies, poor to build on, poor to farm on. As such, all but [CITY 10] steer well clear of such lands. The Architects >>6454802 who had worked great stoneworks from the neighboring mountains and reclaimed the land from the sea had enabled such an arrogant accomplishment of man over nature centuries ago. One of the few locations where modern society can live alongside such curious ecological systems.

It is here, that perhaps at one point, or perhaps still to this day, the Quan hold an ancestral seeding grounds, Where a subspecies of them more accustomed to and planted in brackish waters, could grow far beyond the pruning-age of the most seasoned of landbound Quan. These "Quan Grottos" were supposedly an unpleasant place to call one's home, the salt always an irritant, and those who lived there eventually reached a point where they could no longer leave for fear of crushing themselves to death, daming themselves there for eternity. Others claimed it helped center the mind, reaching a state of mental peace and tranquility amidst constant physical discomfort and distraction.

Any that may remain in these pools could easily call themselves the oldest living organisms in the world, on par with the timeless elves and be a wealth of ancient knowledge.

>Regional Cuisine - The Eastern Marshes
Fish make up a large staple of the diet of those living near and around the eastern marshes, where traditional farming fails to find purchase. Pearlescent Pike, in particular, with it's glossy white scales and exceptionally oily bodily fluids, are one of their most important food products. Both for the flesh itself, the oils inside cooking it and giving them a crispy texture, but also for the oils that can be extracted for use as cooking fat, lubricant, or lamp oil. Their ubiquitousness has also led to a well established food culture of frying.

>>6454420
>Inhabit a City
>The Tatik take up residence in City 4
Subterranean by nature, their bodies well-suited to traversing tight or atypical confines and their senses providing them with a profound informational advantage in such lightless, contact-heavy environs, the Tatik thus gravitate towards environments that make such a lifestyle convenient. It is thus little surprise that several communities crop up in the hilly lands of the Southeast, which are honeycombed with small caves, grottoes, and overhangs that the Tatik can expand on at their leisure.

>History & Culture Contribution: The Exodus
While typically isolationist, spending the vast majority of their lives within the confines of the subterranean community into which they are born, there is one occasion on which the Tatik break from this hermit-esque lifestyle. Once they come of age and emerge from their final molt, tradition demands that they undertake a year-long journey into the outside world during the next Exodus, an event of both historical and practical significance to the Tatik that occurs once every ten years. For all that their skittish nature urges them to avoid any manner of conflict or friction, which is to say any contact with the outside world at all, they are aware that such a way of life bears far too many risks, with threats from both stagnation and the outside world an inevitability should they fall behind the times.

Thus, in emulation of an event from the distant past, these young Tatik are sent out into the world laden with all manner of trinkets, commanded to learn and seek out stimuli that truly, uniquely call to them, returning only after the full year has passed, hopefully all the worldlier for their journey. The results are, as one would expect of sending a bunch of naïve, inexperienced young adults out into a harsh, unforgiving world carrying valuable trade goods, a mixed bag. While their exceptional senses allow many to return safely, now enlightened (albeit occasionally wrongly) as to the ways of the world, many do not return at all, hunted down by the beasts of the wilderness during the journey between cities or betrayed in a moment of misplaced trust. While those lost are mourned, this outcome too is accepted, a necessity born of a culture uniquely familiar with the perils of such a journey. At any rate, for those who survive, this year-long journey serves as an incalculably valuable experience, a well of nostalgia and inspiration from which these young Tatik, now considered full adults, will draw for the rest of their lives, though few deign to try and recreate this perilous adventure, preferring instead to remain at home and more patiently wait for the goods they have learned to appreciate to come to them.