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Title: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: banishedsanni on March 07, 2020, 03:06:30 PM
Prolog

What I particularly like about the Village blogs in this forum is that the villages and bannies presented have a background story and thus appear much more lively. It also allows you to track the development of a village. This is my attempt at a Village blog. We'll see how that develops.

English is not my first language. So if you see any mistakes, please feel free to correct me.

Map

(http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1I-elttH4vuErIT2WThph1FHHyORja-X8) (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1I-elttH4vuErIT2WThph1FHHyORja-X8)

# 57 90 81 55 3
plains without lake,
medium size,
perfect climate,
disasters off,
jack and jill (2 bannies, no food, no tools, no clothing, nothing)

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Banishedsanni presents:
Poppyglade



Introduction
My name is Kamilan and i grew up in the little village of Glaster, at the west coast of Greyland. My father is a trader, he owns the small trading post in the likewise small port of Glaster. The village is nothing special, but it is big enough for its own port. As insignificant as it may be. There are not many ships moored here and most are only on a short passage. But my family can live well on my father's income. My father's best friend owns the tavern and i am promised to his son Maric, since i can remember.

It was Maric himself who dragged me to his father's tavern on a mild spring evening, where a young man, Norwoodie, who arrived here on one of the last ships, delighted the whole village with his singing and his guitar. It was love at first sight, for both of us. The exchange of tenderness between me and Norwoodie met with displeasure from my and Maric's father. After all, I was going to be 16 soon and thus marriageable. And since I was promised to Maric ...

Three days before my 16th birthday my father tried to talk to me. All of this would not only be about the friendship between my and Maric's family, but also about the fusion of two families that may be insignificant in Greyland, but quite influential within the region of Glaster. Since I was completely stubborn, my father gave me house arrest and threatened to drag me to the registry office if necessary. No word, no message from Norwoodie in the following days. With each passing day my mood got darker and I lost more and more hope to see Norwoodie ever again. The nature seemed to sympathise with my mood, because the sky grew darker with each passing day. A storm seemed to be gathering. 

And then, the night before my wedding with Maric, there was a soft knock on my window. Norwoodie! He had climbed the house wall unnoticed and I opened the window to let him in. He put a bag in my hand and asked me to quickly pack the essentials so that we could escape together. We actually made it climbing down the wall of the house unnoticed. Norwoodie took my hand and hurriedly pulled me into the darkness of the forest. I didn't care where we went as long as I was with him. After what felt like an eternity that we had spurted through the forest, we stumbled out of the forest directly onto the shore of the sea. A small boat with two paddles lay here in the sand. Norwoodie saw my doubtful look. With a nutshell over the sea? But he assured me that we would always stay close to the shore. He would rather have ridden away on horseback with me, but my father would have made sure that Norwoodie could only leave by ship.

So we let the boat out. I sat on one side, our two bags clinging to me, while Norwoodie sat on the other side of the nutshell and paddled. It seemed to work quite well for a while, but soon the wind picked up, it got stormy and Norwoodie had his hands full to keep us close to the shore. Just when we decided to give up the boat and rather walk, the current caught us with all its might and drove us out to the open sea. The storm soon became so violent that the paddles were completely useless and we had no choice but to cling to each other and the boat. Then a huge wave caught us and plunged everything into the dark.

(http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1eD4Mcqh0QP22trp5ZT4PGSbhkeh-0_3y) (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1eD4Mcqh0QP22trp5ZT4PGSbhkeh-0_3y)
Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: banishedsanni on March 07, 2020, 03:19:10 PM
First entry in the first March
We woke up when the boat crashed into some sharp rocks on the bank and the bow broke. As a result of the impact, the boat was wedged into the rocks and no longer drifted with the current. Coughing and snorting, we took the opportunity to stumble ashore. I was hungry, soaked, and exhausted. As we caught our breath, we looked around. Somehow the storm blew us away from the open sea into a river, on whoms the banks of we in the end ran aground. Dense wild forest dominated both sides of the river. Norwoodie and I found ourselves in a small glade overgrown with blue poppies. I looked at the bag in my right hand. It was norwoodies. I must have lost my own bag during the storm. Norwoodie's pocket was empty except for a drenched book, a pen and a pocket tinderbox with firesteel and flint. The rest of the contents fell victim to the storm. And that was all we had with us.

After we calmed down a bit in view of the terrible situation in which we found ourselves, I hung the book to dry over a branch in the sun and together we went looking for something edible. Fortunately, the local vegetation was similar to that of my home and we quickly had some berries and mushrooms together. Since the tinderbox fortunately was not lost, we quickly started a small fire to warm ourselves, dry our clothes and roast the mushrooms. Since we were too exhausted to take care of anything else and the night was slowly began, we snuggled up to each other and soon fell asleep.

I spent the next day collecting wood, edible, and anything else useful, while Norwoodie, hoping to find a settlement nearby, explored the area as widely as possible (despite my protest, because I didn't want to stay alone in the poppy glade). He came back just before nightfall. He hadn't been able to find any indication of a nearby settlement. It seemed like we were actually completely alone in the middle of a large, vast wilderness.

In addition to looking for food, we spent the next few days building usable tools from finds from the forest (bones, pointed stones, etc.) and a small shelter. If time allowed, I took the book and pen and wrote down my thoughts.

First April
About a month has passed since we were stranded in the poppy glade. During this time, we made our provisional shelter a bit more comfortable  (mainly by disassembling the remains of the boat), created a certain supply of firewood and improved our equipment. Again and again we take trips into the wilderness to maybe find signs of civilization. After I had insisted very strongly that Norwoodie would not leave me alone in the glade all day (he insisted that I be safe here and that he was afraid something might happen to me on the way), we are now going on these trips together.

Even if we have not yet found anything on our hikes that indicates the presence of other people, we were still able to find further locations of edible berries, mushrooms and other plants. Our surroundings also seem to be rich in animals, but since neither Norwoodie nor I had ever hunted and we didn't have any real hunting tools, we didn't bother. Fish was much easier to get anyway. The rocks on which our boat is battered are very jagged. Fish regularly get stuck in the narrow, pointed spaces and then you can simply remove them by hand. Quite paradisiacal conditions actually.

(http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1bonMCLV0nWb5CeJNjyCMmwnA480YZCZS) (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1bonMCLV0nWb5CeJNjyCMmwnA480YZCZS)  (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1gJ7tiSrt-KbaQRfuFh_8GQ8kSJiA_RRs) (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1gJ7tiSrt-KbaQRfuFh_8GQ8kSJiA_RRs)

First May
We both agree that we are actually completely alone here. So we decided to build a raft or boat to go further down the river and encounter new areas and possibly other people. Since a trip across the river also means that we cannot always go looking for food, we have to take enough supplies with us. Since a trip across the river also means that we cannot always go looking for food, we have to take enough supplies with us. We plan about a month to build the raft and collect and prepare supplies.

First June
I'm pretty sure I'm pregnant. Although I assured Norwoodie that I can definitely take the raft trip (after all, there is no sign of a baby bump yet), he refuses to continue,  for fear that I might lose the child in the exertion. Instead, he is fervently concentrated on building a reasonable little hut as a substitute for our shelter. I do not know whether I should be happy or unhappy about the current developments.
Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: banishedsanni on March 07, 2020, 03:27:02 PM
First July
Norwoodie is working like mad. But since he forbade me the smallest extent of "harder" physical work and and all that is left for me, is collect food and cook, he only progresses slowly. I can't decide whether to be touched or annoyed by his care and concern.

First August
Now that the hut has a full roof, we moved there from the shelter. There is still a lot to be done to complete the hut, but for now, Norwoodie is concentrating on building a real bed. For that I collect reeds that grow everywhere on the bank of the river.

(http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1eq-D7xp-gMw6oP9_cP2defLvE7PEWDoj) (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1eq-D7xp-gMw6oP9_cP2defLvE7PEWDoj)  (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1YEH6j2q8j3d8nzwOVGKZKZlukQy5MkRt) (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1YEH6j2q8j3d8nzwOVGKZKZlukQy5MkRt)

First September
Since yesterday we have a functioning stove for cooking and heating in our hut. I'm really proud of Norwoodie. The stove makes my job a lot easier and that we can now heat properly makes me happy in view of the coming winter.

First October
I'm a little afraid of winter. So far, the environmental conditions have been almost paradisiacal. But what if the winter becomes unexpectedly hard and long? And if I calculated correctly, our child should be born in January, the deepest winter. What if we need help, what if ... something goes wrong? Despite all the disagreements and the argument, I really wish my mother was here now.

I will simply stock up as much as I can. Since this is all I can do, anyway.

First December
Contrary to my expectations, this winter seems to be ridiculously mild. That makes me confident. At the moment there is not much to do for me. Now in winter, however mild it may be, not much grows and because of my baby bump I can't move very well anyway, so we mainly live on our supplies.
Norwoodie doesn't have much to do either. It hasn't snowed so far, but it rained a lot. All the wood is wet and you can't work well with it. Therefore, he often plays the flute that he has built from reeds. We also don't have any clothing that is suitable for the current weather. We still don't have to wear more than what we were wearing on the day we were stranded. I think that on our exploration tours I came across flax, which can theoretically be used to make fibers for clothing. However, neither norwoodie nor I have any idea of such things. Should I come across flax again in the coming warm season, I should really take a closer look at it. Our clothes now look very ragged, offer little protection and our child will also need something to wear. Our child ... Its nearly time.
Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: angainor88 on March 09, 2020, 06:32:15 AM
I'm really enjoying the story so far! I'm looking forward to what's in store for Kamilan and Norwoodie
Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: banishedsanni on March 09, 2020, 04:47:22 PM
I'm really enjoying the story so far! I'm looking forward to what's in store for Kamilan and Norwoodie

Thanks :) I have to admit that I underestimated the effort and time it takes. But it is also fun. And as long as someone enjoys it, I'm motivated to keep going.
Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: banishedsanni on March 09, 2020, 05:15:38 PM
2. January
Our daughter was born a few hours ago. My two girls are exhausted, but well. Both are sleeping now. Rihann is in her mother's arms. A wonderful sight. - Norwoodie

2. February
Kamilan has recovered and our little one is developing well. At first I was worried that Kamilan would work too much too soon, but Rihann takes up most of her attention. She has no time to do other work. However, she is cooking again, which we are both very happy about, since I am indeed a very good musician, but a mediocre artisan and an even worse cook. - Norwoodie

2. March
We have keept some seeds and spores from the berries and mushrooms collected last year and I try to sow them in the small free area in front of our hut. - Norwoodie

2. April
We need more storage space. Now that I can take on more tasks again (I carry Rihann around with me in a small basket that I had woven from reeds last year), Norwoodie is working on building a small warehouse.

2. May
It seems that the sowing was successful. We'll actually be able to harvest in a few weeks. It remains to be seen how much.

2. June
People! Real people! Yesterday Miliss and Wintonewall stumbled into our glade and were at least as suprised to see other people as we were. Both looked completely exhausted and emaciated. Their clothes, which once seemed to be of high quality and expensive, are completely worn out and dirty. The two are a few years older than us and have been married for a few years. Wintonewall is the son of a wealthy owner of a textile factory and Miliss comes from a rich family of merchants. The pair were on their way to an old merchant friend of Miliss's father to negotiate contracts to purchase textiles from Wintonewall's mother's factory when a violent storm hit the ship and the two went overboard. The both were clinging to a piece of driftwood, as the storm finally washed them up into this area. They had been out for about two weeks and had almost given up hope of survival. After they ate something and listened to our story, Miliss and Wintonewall quickly fell asleep on the improvised bed of reeds and moss, which we spontaneously set up in a corner of our little hut.

At breakfast the next morning, Wintonewall suggested continuing Norwoodies and my actual plan and using a raft and some supplies along the river to search for a larger area for signs of civilization. But since we have just enough supplies for three people and it will hardly be possible to increase the supplies for five people until the end of the warm season (Wintonewall could hardly plan to travel across the river in the harsh seasons of autumn and winter), we all had to realize in the end that the two had to stay here for the time being.
I have to admit that I'm really happy for the companionship. Of course I love Norwoodie, but it's nice to talk to other people too.
On the same day, the two men set about building a hut for Miliss and Wintonewall. The actually planned small warehouse will probably have to wait; or converted into a home. Since they work together on the construction, the hut should be built quickly. At least I hope so. Our home is not built for four adults and one baby. As happy as I am about the new companionship, the current situation forces us to be closer to each other than everyone would like to.
Meanwhile, Miliss helps me with food gathering, gardening in front of the house and with housework.

2. July
June was a very busy month full of work. Miliss and Wintonewall have been living in their own hut for a few days and I finally have my beloved man and daughter all to myself again.
This morning, Miliss and I had spent tying up most of the freshly harvested mushrooms on willow bark strings (like many small mushroom garlands) and hanging them to dry. Our berries were also ready for harvest. The berries, that we did not immediately fill our belly with, ended up in our baskets. Later we wanted to prepare them for drying. However, since it is always too hot to work at noontime at this time of the year, we put the berries in the shade of the canopy of our hut and in the protection of the forest we looked for other edible or otherwise usable things.
We stopped at a small stream. While Miliss was washing her face with the cool clear water, I placed the basket, in which Rihann slept peacefully, into the soft grass and sat next to it. Miliss took a seat on the other side of the stream and for a pleasant while nobody said a thing. We just enjoyed.
When I let my gaze wander over the beautiful scenery, I noticed a plant a little further back that I had seen here in the forest many times and with which I actually wanted to have been busy for a long time. Flax. And then I thought that maybe Wintonewall, as son of a textile manufacturer, might know how to make fibers respectively clothing from it. When I asked Miliss she meant, the production of fibers in a factory was different from the primitive methods and means that are available to us. She wasn't sure if his knowledge was applicable here. Full of Hope I took some Flax with me nonetheless.

In fact, at dinner it turned out that Winstonewall would be able to make fibers from the collected flax. To do this, however, some tools and objects would still have to be manufactured. However, the construction of our warehouse was more important at the moment. Since the flax would have to lay in the dew for a few weeks anyway, there would still be time anyway. So in the following days Miliss and I collected as much flax as we could find, tied it up in bundles and set it aside for some time.

(http://drive.google.com/uc?id=195L2G3a1qV8QmdoP_wVu44ydRccSSQC3) (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=195L2G3a1qV8QmdoP_wVu44ydRccSSQC3)  (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1Ni3CS1BQvbCWO0Cl_iNBY2zK6xFZkWR3) (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1Ni3CS1BQvbCWO0Cl_iNBY2zK6xFZkWR3)  (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1sXQndwWsaKVlV-jdjtjzl8AUXwZ2RFBB) (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1sXQndwWsaKVlV-jdjtjzl8AUXwZ2RFBB) 

Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: banishedsanni on March 10, 2020, 05:13:22 PM
2. September
The warehouse is finally finished and we can make some space in our huts. While the men are building everything we need for the production of flax fibers in the next few days, Miliss and I are preparing our stored flax for further processing, by what we carefully roast it over fire, according to Winstonewall's instructions.
Miliss is pregnant. As she is already in the 4th month according to her calculations and nothing happened between the two during the strenuous journey after the ship accident up to the arrival at our poppy glade, it must still have happened on the ship.
Winstonewall is as happy as unhappy. The two had been trying to have children for a while. And now of all times, in this situation ... To Miliss displeasure, her husband still wants to explore the area with the raft. Winstonewall promised to wait until the child was born and assure himself that she and the child will be well, before leaving. He was sure that Miliss was in good, safe hands with us and he was planning to return as soon as he could.

2. October
There are certainly nicer pieces, but I still enjoy the feeling of new clothes. Winstonewall and Miless, who are actually used to high luxury, also seem happy to finally be rid of their worn clothes. For me, not only is the new clothing a blessing, but also the newly gained access to diapers ... Since Winstonewall is still planning to explore the area with a raft across the river, I let him explain every single step of textile production from flax to me.
October was a very rainy and stormy month and so the men didn't really get on well with building the raft. Rihann can already sit upright by herself and puts everything in her mouth that she can grasp. On the wet, stormy days, when we didn't leave our hut anyway, Norwoodie carved a toy for Rihann to chew on. It is a small boat with two people sitting in it who remind me a lot of Norwoodie and me. On the more pleasant days, the men continue to build the raft, while Miliss (as best she can) and I prepare everything behind the huts for a larger field for growing berries and mushrooms in the comming year.

(http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1Kq1mIl7IPlvsxtG6F4R-YQWEhBwvL0jg) (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1Kq1mIl7IPlvsxtG6F4R-YQWEhBwvL0jg) 

2. November
Rain, rain, rain ... Another very mild winter seems to await us. Norwoodie believes its the mountains surrounding us, that protect us from harsh weather and what makes this place (whereever we are) so paradisical.

2. December
Norwoodie almost dropped the spoon he was feeding Rihann with when I told him, that I was expecting another child. It wasn't until Rihann started whining and grouching, that he moved the spoon towards her again. Then he smiled and tenderly stroked my still flat belly, forgetting Rihann once more until she whined again and tried to grasp the spoon with her little hands.

3. February
Miliss gave birth to a boy, Dandro. Both are fine and Winstonewall is overjoyed. I think Norwoodie is very happy that he didn't have to help with this birth. Rihann's birth in the deepest winter and without either of us having any idea what to do (having children is much easier and more fun) was a minor trauma, especially for Norwoodie. Presumably, women are inherently better at dealing with it ... or better displacing it.

3. March
While I get more and more rounded in the coming weeks and months and therefore less mobile, Rihann seems to be slowly find out, how to walk on two legs. She is discovering a whole new world for herself and I have to be careful that my daughter does not get lost in the woods.
Since the men were very hardworking last year, so hardworking that they didn't just build a raft, but actually built a small boat, and Miliss and Dandro are doing well, Winstonewall plans to leave us in April when the weather is warm enough. I know from Miliss that she is not particularly happy about it and still hopes that he would change his mind.
Otherwise, the only obstacle to his departure is the weather. The boat and supplies are prepared. While we wait for better weather, the men till the field that Miliss and I prepared in October while taking care of the household and children. I also try to weave new clothes for Rihann, but my darling is growing almost faster than I can weave.

(http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1E0C2huJZiutBXDDY0aPiyvYVG7PM2yt-) (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1E0C2huJZiutBXDDY0aPiyvYVG7PM2yt-)  (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1We_4LeahmVUfRcjdhXet7OsgLZVYu36U) (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1We_4LeahmVUfRcjdhXet7OsgLZVYu36U) (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=15I1mRAXIEM-HOCoQ6eqNZJVzopo1KNL-) (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=15I1mRAXIEM-HOCoQ6eqNZJVzopo1KNL-)
   

3. April
Yesterday Winstonewall actually left by boat. You could see that for a moment he had considerable doubts about his plans when he said goodbye to wife and child. Miliss stood on the shore for a while, watching the boat get smaller and smaller in the distance. I took the basket, in which Dandro slept peacefully, from her hand and went back to the hut with my family to give her a little moment on her own.

We all hope it was no the last time we saw him.

(http://drive.google.com/uc?id=14D_LFxw68s91tQlo2el0haI7v-sHsEim) (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=14D_LFxw68s91tQlo2el0haI7v-sHsEim) 
Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: banishedsanni on March 14, 2020, 02:29:46 PM
3. May
It arrives in three days, it stays three days and disappears in three days. My mother called this the nine-day-rule of colds. I also know from her that there is not much you can do about a cold. There are some simple ways to relieve the cough, but otherwise only bed rest and plenty of drinking tea and water helps. When I was in bed with a cold and cough as a child, my mom always gave me a cough syrup that she made from honey and ribwort tea.
I loved this syrup. It tasted very good and it helped very well. And I liked the intense attention that my mom always gave me during these times. I really miss her.

Anyway. Norwoodie had caught a cold last week. For Rihanns and my protection (I would give birth in less than a month), he and Miliss insisted that I would sleep with our daughter in Miliss' hut until Norwoodie's recovery. I supplied Norwoodie with ribwort tea to relieve his cough. It helped, but only a little. I suspect that the honey in my mother's syrup wasn't just for making that medicine tasty to me as a child. There is probably something in honey that, like ribwort, helps relieving cough. But unfortunately we don't have honey. My Norwoodie is strong and he will survive a mild cold, I am sure of that. I would like to give him more care, but he won't let me. My sweetheart is very protective when it comes to his family.
However, I'm worried. What if our Rihan or our second child get sick in the future? Of course we have some plants and herbs in stock. But just because Norwoodie, an adult healthy man, will get through this cold and cough well, doesn't mean that our kids do it that easily. Getting honey is not going to be easy, but we should really try. When Norwoodie recovered and we finally had normal sleep conditions again, I suggested my idea. Norwoodie basically agreed with me, but also indicated that you couldn't just open a beehive like that.

When Norwoodie recovered and we finally had normal sleep conditions again, I suggested my idea. Norwoodie agreed and suggested that Miliss and I should make some kind of protective clothing for him that was thick enough to protect him from bee stings. So he could chase away the bees with smoke and try to take out some honey. Miliss noted that honey must be spin before use. So a honey extractor also had to be built. Since it will take some time to manufacture protective clothing and a honey extractor, we will not be able to get honey before our second child is born. Nor would Norwoodie want to leave me alone so early after giving birth to take on such a dangerous task. So I will have to be patient some more.

3. June
Our son was born last night. We named him Since. When it became clear that the birth would take place that night, I took our little Ri over to Miliss so I could take care of my love. Since this was not Kamilan's first birth, since I have helped with the last one and since  I knew that I could also ask Miliss for help in an emergency, this birth was much easier for both of us. Everyone is fine and I am very happy. - Norwoodie

3. July
Kamilan has recovered well and since is doing well too. I don't think Rihann really understood that we have a new roommate, what that little bundle in her mother's arms is. But I'm sure she'll be a great big sister.
The women finished my protective clothing at the end of this month. While Kamilan was recovering from childbirth, Miliss was working obsessively on my protective clothing. I think she misses Winstonewall a lot. He hasn't returned for the fourth month now and she tries to stifle her worry, her fear, her loneliness at work. With each additional day our hope fades that he will return alive. I'm sorry for her.

Protected by my special clothes and armed with some utensils to generate as much smoke as possible, yesterday I made my way to a beehive that I had discovered during one of my explorations in the past few days. It was in a tree hole of an old, overturned tree. So not too high. In the end everything went well. Only two bees got me through the protective clothing. I made sure not to take too much honey out, so that we might be able to harvest some next year again. In any case, we can now produce ribwort honey syrup. And maybe eat something else for breakfast.
- Norwoodie

(http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1JaYBbdY6DYKRBzCms2uRQvBH6bxAXVSV) (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1JaYBbdY6DYKRBzCms2uRQvBH6bxAXVSV) 
Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: banishedsanni on March 16, 2020, 12:53:16 PM
3. August
It was a pleasantly warm day. Lunch was ready and Miliss and I unhurried set the table. Since lay in his basket and cheerfully kicked his little feet. Rihann was sitting next to him in the grass, her head resting on the edge of the basket and chatting blithesome on her brother. Norwoodie was behind the warehouse, trying to build a wooden beehive that was as inviting as possible. With luck, we would have our own bee colony next year.
Suddenly we heard Norwoodie calling out and then ... another male voice. While I was frowning in wonder, Miliss had already run screaming behind the warehouse. Dandro, who in his basket had quietly sucked on his puppet that his mother had made for him, was so startled by his mother's cry that he started to whimper. Rihann looked at Miliss, startled, and then looked at me. Since stopped kicking his feet. All four, we listened to the distant voices. When Dandro's whimpering turned to crying, I took him out of his basket into my arms and talked comfortingly to all the children. I took Since's basket in my other hand and Rihann lumbered excitedly after me.

Behind the warehouse was a pretty exhausted and hurt-looking Winstonewall, hugged and kissed by his crying wife. Noorwoodie came up to me excitedly and smiling and took the basket in which our son lay from my hand. Winstonewall, who seemed to be at his wifes mercy, tried to push her a little away from him. He took her head in his hands, kissed her and asked about Dandro. She turned around, startled, when she realized that she had run away without thinking about her son. I smiled understandingly at her and gestured to the child in my arms. Winstonewall started to take Dandro from me, but I suggested that he wash himself first and let Miliss treat him. He looked really bad. I could understand that after so long he wanted to hold his son in his arms. He looked disappointed, but he understood.

(http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1MIE5Nmzy2axPwL_gmW7uREaVku8Th8M6) (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1MIE5Nmzy2axPwL_gmW7uREaVku8Th8M6)  (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1_2lHgnXkGQCDulAouR-yOZ1Owpypa_UA) (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1_2lHgnXkGQCDulAouR-yOZ1Owpypa_UA) 

About two hours later we sat together for a late lunch. The children had been given food beforehand and lay in our hut for their midday sleep. Winstonewall still looked battered, but not as dirty. While he greedily ate everything he could get hold of, he told us about his trip. After about a day of boating along the river (wind and current drove him fairly quickly) during which Winstonewall found nothing but wilderness, he steered the boat ashore. There he explored the area more closely for about two days, but found nothing. So the next few weeks went on. Winstonewall spent two days on the water, two days on land, two days on water and so on ...

His trip ended after a few weeks when the river between the mountains emptied into the sea. Winstonewall brought the boat ashore and climbed one of the mountains to get an overview of the region from an elevated position. It took almost a whole day to reach the summit. But it was worth it, because from here you could really see the entire region. According to Winstonewall, we are in a huge valley surrounded by mountains in the middle of the sea and apart from our small settlement, there are no additional signs of other people. With this knowledge, Winstonewall wanted to go back to us. Since he could not go upriver with the boat due to the strong current, he left the boat and walked back along the shore. On a rainy day, when he was halfway there, he slipped on that wet surface and fell unhappily. He lost some supplies and injured his leg. In this condition, it took him almost a month and a half to get back to us.

So we have to finally come to terms with the fact that we are completely on our own here. A hard blow for all of us. I think we have to make the best of this situation. After all, we are here in the company of our loved ones and we have achieved a lot in the past three years!

And with a little luck, more storms or other strange circumstances may bring even more people here. I firmly believe in it.


* I guess this slows down the game till i found another way to make people appear in poppyglade without the need of a storm. I mean ... I can't let appear everyone by a Storm.
But I already have a vague idea ...
Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: banishedsanni on March 20, 2020, 10:46:59 AM
3. September
We brought in the harvest in August. Since Winstonewall can now help again, work goes better. He spends every free minute with Dandro as if he wants to make up for the time he wasn't there. Miliss finally smiles again.
Since we will stay here permanently, the men decided that our huts should give way to real houses in the long run. (What a pleasant thought!) But for that we would first need sensible tools. Therefore, the men first plan to build a furnace that can become hot enough to produce iron or iron tools. Some time ago Norwoodie had found a larger iron deposit near our clearing. As every year, while our men were busy with the hard physical work, we women take care of preserving the collected and harvested food, clothing, the household, the children.

3. Oktober
After many attempts at the right construction, the men have finally been able to build a blast furnace and are now working on the right technology for producing iron.
Since the book with which Norwoodie and I were stranded back then has only a few pages left and I would like to continue my reports, Miliss and I have been working on the production of paper for a while. Winstonewall had once said that his family sold remnants and wastage to a large paper manufacturer. As a young man he had once visited the owner of this factory, a long-standing trading partner of his family, with his father. Unfortunately, the insight he gained in paper production on this visit is only slight. However, at the end of the month, Miliss and I succeeded in producing a first rough paper based on Winstonewalls experience. This is not yet suitable for writing my reports, but a good place to start.

Else the autumn of the third year was pleasantly warm and mild. There were many evenings where we sat, ate, talked and made music at the table in front of our hut until late at night. In short, we enjoyed life.

(http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1Y_MD4EukVqUGtgdrsT1O-9OlfdN1OKxZ) (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1Y_MD4EukVqUGtgdrsT1O-9OlfdN1OKxZ) 

4. February
Winter, like the last few years, was very mild. Since the children are getting bigger and the completion of the houses will certainly take some time, we have moved the majority of our kitchens from the huts to the outdoors. Since our two families take almost every meal together anyway and Miliss and I almost always cook together, we now have a covered communal kitchen. This finally gives Rihann and Since their own beds.

4. March
Since the winter has always been mild and we have been very busy, our warehouse is overflowing. We therefore decided to build another one. Even before the harvest, we already have enough supplies to easily get through the coming winter. That is why we decided to only add the most necessary this year to put more time and energy into other projects, such as building the houses.

(http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1I0jFVDgJmOYc2ZsIHEKASB-s0Ab7muIC) (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1I0jFVDgJmOYc2ZsIHEKASB-s0Ab7muIC)  (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1ofxRPksSoco_Uqu8S9aAHuTIIjsWum6I) (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1ofxRPksSoco_Uqu8S9aAHuTIIjsWum6I) 

4. April
Bees have actually settled in the beehive built by Norwoodie aside the warehouse!

4. May
Miliss and I made the first paper that was suitable for writing my reports. Just in time, because the book has only a few blank pages.
Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: banishedsanni on March 20, 2020, 11:13:27 AM
4. June
Yesterday Norwoodie burned his hand while working on the blast furnace. The injury is half as bad and will only hinder him from working for about a week. I remember my mother always rubbing lavender oil on the affected areas when I burned myself at the stove again. This happened quite often, because I always wanted to help her with zeal in the kitchen as a child. But does lavender grow here at all? I haven't seen one yet, but I haven't really paid attention to it. I will keep my eyes open for the next few days.

4. July
Despite numerous trips to the surrounding forests, it took me almost a month to find a very small amount of lavender. I only took off a few small shoots and will try to grow new plants from these seedlings.
This month we harvested our own honey for the first time.

4. August
The lavender seedlings actually seem to have taken root. With luck, we will have a sufficient amount of lavender next year. However, that would pose new challenges for us. We lack the knowledge to produce high-quality lavender oil via steam distillation. However, the ingredients of lavender can also be produced by extracting them in oil. For that, we would first have to produce oil. Flax would be suitable for this. But in order to produce oil from flax, a small oil press would first have to be built.
When I shared my considerations over dinner, I was sure that I would not be met with much enthusiasm because building an oil press would delay building our houses.
However, the men had recently burned themselves more often while working on the furnance and were therefore very willing to put time and effort into alleviating their symptoms.
I think we should also start growing flax ourselves instead of collecting it, as our need for textiles increases even without oil production.

4. October
The oil press is ready and is just waiting to be used next year.
The harvest is over and the stores are full. The men use the last really warm days of the year to dig clay and saw boards for the construction of the houses. Miliss and I try to shape and burn clay. The first attempts were a bit miserable, but we're getting better.

5. Januar
Autumn and winter were terribly wet and stormy. Once, the storm was so bad that I feared it would tear down our hut. Thats why most of our work came to stand still. The first thing the men wanted to build in spring was a roof for the saw pit so that they could continue to work at least when it was raining. At the current wind speeds, however, the boards would be torn out of their hands by the storm despite the roof.

5. Februar
The weather finally seems to have calmed down. This month, and probably the next, we'll have our hands full repairing the damage to the storm.

5. March
The repair work is almost complete and it is time to order the fields. In addition to berries and mushrooms, we are also growing oats and flax this year. Fortunately, last year I planted the cuttings of the lavender in a small wooden box filled with soil and took them into our hut over the winter. This enabled me to plant them outdoors undamaged.

5. May
Miliss is pregnant again. According to her calculations, the birth should take place in October.

5. June
We started harvesting the flax and will initially concentrate on the production of linseed oil, because the lavender will be ready next month. We fill the linseed oil into clay bottles, which we burned before the storms last October.

5. July
A rich lavender harvest! We filled about three clay bottles with plenty of lavender and then poured oil over them. Then we sealed the lids with beeswax. Now it's time to wait. The remains of oil and lavender can be used wonderfully in the kitchen.

5. October
This morning Miliss and Winstonewall became the proud parents of a little healthy girl. Her name is Lessandria.

(http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1_cK_p_yZE4yn5tgYsNu6kZTK4mGPzmcW) (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1_cK_p_yZE4yn5tgYsNu6kZTK4mGPzmcW)  (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1KRtbyvmtd68VIZT_P1e7N4gU08s2iwUM) (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1KRtbyvmtd68VIZT_P1e7N4gU08s2iwUM)  (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=19Eyxf5T-hwWnHmR-EiA0rb8XamW9Thv9) (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=19Eyxf5T-hwWnHmR-EiA0rb8XamW9Thv9) 
Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: banishedsanni on March 21, 2020, 09:46:31 AM
5. November
Yesterday Rihann burned his hand on the stove. The burn is not bad, this experience is part of life and in a few days the pain will be forgotten. Since our lavender had been in the oil for a few months, I wanted to open one of the clay bottles and rub Rihann's injury with it to give my darling some relief. Unfortunately, I found that the content was completely rancid. So I also opened the other two bottles. Rancid. Norwoodie believes it was the fresh lavender that made the oil go rancid and suggests that the lavender be dried next year before we put it in. I have to admit that I'm a little disappointed and frustrated. The whole thing had cost us time and effort and was also a reason why the houses weren't finished this year. And now everything was in vain!
Well. New Year New luck!

6. February
It will soon be warmer again. This year will be a strenous one. The houses will definitely be finished this year. Then all of our belongings have to be transported from the huts to our new home. I would like to create an area for herbs and medicinal plants in our garden and Miliss would like an area for eating and partying together. At the same time, of course, the fields have to be ordered, the linseed oil pressed and the household done. And just because the houses are basically finished, the work is not yet completely finished and with the new tools and materials, better furniture can be made ... A lot of work is waiting for us!

6. April
We finally moved yesterday. Each family has its own living area, but instead of two kitchens, we have set up a large kitchen that connects the two houses. We also plan to keep our outdoor kitchen but move it to the new garden.

(http://drive.google.com/uc?id=16_WIpmhBi-pO5ysX-EalKuOtYy47GXKr) (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=16_WIpmhBi-pO5ysX-EalKuOtYy47GXKr) 

6. May
I am pregnant again! It's a good thing that we now have more than enough space for another child.

6. July
The men have built a large shed for tools and equipment in the garden next to the clotheslines and behind the outdoor kitchen. My herb garden is finally finished and blooming in all its glory. This year we hung the fresh lavender to dry after the harvest.

(http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1daQgqncp8wfwNqJzFrYsSA95iFQ0DyfQ) (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1daQgqncp8wfwNqJzFrYsSA95iFQ0DyfQ) 

6. August
Now that the lavender has dried sufficiently, we have prepared new lavender oil today. I'm really curious for the result!

6. November
What an exhausting year. I hadn't even time for writing in the past few months. Winter is finally approaching, it is getting cold, rainy, windy and therefor we are forced to work less. While I cradle Reathalia in my arms (she was born in October), Norwoodie and Winstonewall play with Rihann, Since, Dandro and Lessandria on the floor with various wooden figures and dolls. Miliss is in the kitchen preparing tea for all of us. This way we all will enjoy winter in spite of the cold.
Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: banishedsanni on March 23, 2020, 08:25:08 AM
7. January
Our little Rihann is already five years old. It's hard to believe how time flies! She is so curious and open-minded and whenever there is an opportunity, with greatest pleasure she want's to help me or the other adults . I always encourage Rihann to do this, because I think she learns a lot from it. I also want to start next year by slowly introducing them to the basics of reading, writing and arithmetic.

7. February
This year it was Dandro who burned his hand on the stove. So we took a look at the clay bottles with the lavender oil. In fact, fresh lavender seems to have been the reason why the oil went rancid last year. This time I was actually able to use the oil. An oil obtained by steam distillation would be much more effective, but our oil should also help.

7. March
Once again we are reaching the limits of our storage capacity. We have therefore decided to only grow a little this year and to use up older stocks first. We really have more than enough at the moment. We plan to generally restructure our settlement. For this we want to move the fields and the smithy and build a new warehouse.

7. May
Spring was unusually hot and dry. It hardly rained at all, which is not good for field cultivation at all. The night Miliss gave birth to her daughter Thomasa, it suddenly started to rain wildly. Since then it has been raining almost continuously.

7. September
We have not really made good progress. It rained all summer. I have never experienced so much rain in the warm season. As a result, the level of the river rose ominously and our harvest was more than pitiful. It's a good thing we have so many stocks! The new warehouse will probably be ready this month, but we are far behind what we actually wanted to have done.

(http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1VBaKH1HmewI6t6DeVT-M4xNRWpeOkh3_) (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1VBaKH1HmewI6t6DeVT-M4xNRWpeOkh3_) 

7. December
It stayed rainy until the end of October, when the rain suddenly stopped and it hasn't rained since. This winter seems to be very dry and mild. A strange year.

8. January
Since I explained to Rihann a few weeks ago that we wanted to teach her to read, write and do arithmetic, she has been very excited and cannot wait. Yesterday it was finally time. For her 6th birthday we gave her a book with blank pages, which Miliss and I had specially made, and a special charcoal pencil, which the men made from a particularly good piece of charcoal and provided with a paper sleeve, so that Rihann would not get her fingers dirty when writing. My darling was so proud and happy that she was now the "big one". None of the other children let her touch her presents. Just looking at! Not least because of these gifts, Rihann wanted to learn to write first.

8. Februar
We are planning to build the new smithy somewhat away from our settlement to minimize the risk of fire. The proximity of the old smithy to our huts had always worried me a little.

8. April
Together with the children, we have created a small field next to the saw pit and want to grow sunflowers there. Winstonewall built a small tool shed and Norwoodie made a few small garden tools. Our small gardener team should largely take care of this field alone. We want to keep the children busy with this small project and hope that they will learn a lot from it.

8. Juli
The smithy is finished. But unfortunately we hardly have any iron left. The next iron deposits are very far from our glade, according to Norwoodie. Mining it would be costly, because we don't even have cattle that we could harness in front of a cart for easy transport. However, I fear that we will soon have no other choice unless we want to work with primitive tools again.

(http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1S-G1NvxYxmTM7YonxireWdVv4g403WKK) (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1S-G1NvxYxmTM7YonxireWdVv4g403WKK) 

8. August
Today we all harvested the children's sunflowers together. We'll leave the seeds that the children and we didn't eat immediately (I love fresh sunflower seeds) for a while and then roast them with honey in the pan. This way they stay durable and tasty.

8. Oktober
Now that the harvest has been brought in and has been preserved, the men want to work on two light but sturdy handcarts over the winter so that they can actually leave us for a week or two next year to mine iron. I don't like it, but we really need the iron.

8. December
Cough, runny nose, hoarseness. It hit us this winter. Everyone except the children, who seem to be in excellent health. But I prefer it that way than if I have to worry about one of my Sweethearts. We take turns. Every few hours one of us four adults looks after the children while the others try to sleep themselfs healthy. As all four of us are affected, our ribwort honey will soon run out and we urgently need to make new one in the new year.

9. Januar
We have all recovered. Since and Dandro are now officially among the big ones and take part in the lessons.

9. Mai
We actually wanted to fence in the fields this year to protect them against wildlife. However, since we have so little iron as I said and this is needed for nails and fittings, we are postponing this work for the time being.
Instead, Miliss and I diligently collected elderflower with the children and processed it with honey into delicious syrup. For Norwoodie I also baked some flowers with flour in hot oil. He loves that.

(http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1OvKxcytTQxlPydomtg0WzqDhUEX_vz84)

9. Juni
We said goodbye to Norwoodie and Winstonewall this morning. With two handcarts, two tents and enough supplies for a whole month (although of course I hope they won't need that long), they left us.

(http://drive.google.com/uc?id=14ZWm44J6vyj6oKo-SN8vEQghGIflXE3L) (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=14ZWm44J6vyj6oKo-SN8vEQghGIflXE3L)  (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1TIMGrj-3jKXAaWP-frc71ffzQ8CUXO5_) (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1TIMGrj-3jKXAaWP-frc71ffzQ8CUXO5_) 


English is not my first language. So if you see any mistakes or nonsense, please feel free to correct me.
Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: banishedsanni on March 25, 2020, 06:21:49 AM
9. July
While the men where gone, Miliss and I moved the flax station near the smithy and prepared the oil press to be moved. I want to move the beehive too but we should wait for winter, when all the bees are peacefully inside their hive.
About one month had past, when we were on the fields together with the kids, harvesting blueberries. No one said anything for a while. Miliss and I enjoyed the sound of the wind blowing gently through the bushes and which felt pleasantly cool against the skin in this summer heat, as well as the quiet smacking of the children who ate the blueberries rather than harvesting them.
Suddenly all the children yelled almost simultaneously. When Miliss and I looked up, startled, the children were already running in the direction of the forest into the arms of their fathers.
After we greeted Norwoodie and Winstonewall happily, we examined their yield. Both carts were full of iron ore that should last us for 1-2 years. According to the men, the deposit has not yet been exhausted, but the carts were full and they no longer wanted to stay there but rather return to their families.

(http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1MYQIw61Mttx2JxoF9En78Z2Pfroh_7rg) (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1MYQIw61Mttx2JxoF9En78Z2Pfroh_7rg)  (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1Sg1Y_gc49mtpqIHav2--y-bdcbPd9Ovg) (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1Sg1Y_gc49mtpqIHav2--y-bdcbPd9Ovg)  (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1IVg5G-H-g7589jRGfXGiNdzviTbGKDmZ) (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1IVg5G-H-g7589jRGfXGiNdzviTbGKDmZ) 


9. August
Now that our iron stocks have been replenished for the time being, the men are preparing everything for fencing the fields, while we women and the children preserve the harvest for the winter.

9. December
In fact, most of the work stops in winter every year. But ... I met Norwoodie as a musician, but when we were stranded in the poppy glade at the time, his guitar was also lost. The year we ran aground here, Norwoodie had built a small flute out of reed. And in all those long warm summer nights outside in front of the huts or ,since recently, in the back garden, in which we were eating, drinking and laughing, he would sometimes play a few songs on it. To the great delight of the children, who all wanted to try playing the flute. So last month, Norwoodie had built six small flutes from the dried stems of the sunflowers. Which we should regret. For days it sounded shrill and loud through the houses, which cost us a lot of nerves. I dreamed to burn all the flutes... Ultimately, we all agreed that Norwoodie would give flute lessons for about two hours a day in winter and that the flutes should only be played at this time. Two hours a day that Miliss, Winstonewall and I wanted to be everywhere except in the house. So we looked for work outside and hoped that the children would soon learn to hit the notes correctly.
Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: banishedsanni on March 25, 2020, 12:48:37 PM
10. March
It's time to start crop the fields again. The children also prepare everything for their sunflowers.

10. May
The day was too good to work. So after breakfast we all went down to the river to see if there was a fish lost among the rocks and to cast the fishing rods. Miliss and I sat down in the soft green grass, enjoying the warmth of the sun on our faces and listening to the rustling of the trees and bushes in the gentle wind, that was only drowned out by the excited chatter of the children, which would fish with their own rods for the first time, and their fathers, which just attached a worm as bait to each fishing rod. For a while we enjoyed this moment of bliss.

Thomasa was the first to discover it. She dropped her fishing rod, which luckily fell on the jetty and not in the water, and excitedly pointed into the distance at the river. I could hardly believe it. There was a boat in the water! A man was sitting in it, he wore a straw hat on his head and rowed in our direction. We drew attention to us by waving and yelling. When he noticed us, he seemed as surprised by our presence as we by his. He finally accelerated his rowing and landed on our jetty. Miliss and I collected all the fishing rods while the men helped our visitor, under the prying eyes of the children, to tie up the boat. As it was almost time for lunch anyway, we went back to our houses with our guest and listened to his story in the garden over lunch.

His name is Nettel. He comes from Wyndmoorcross (http://worldofbanished.com/index.php?topic=3666.0). A big city known for its onions. My mother always preferred to buy Wyndmoorcross onions. Nettel's father was an adventurer as a young man. He grew up in the orphanage and kept himself afloat with small jobs and lived alone on a houseboat. Not because he hadn't find anything better, but because he enjoyed life in his own way - the freedom to be bound by nothing and nobody. He often sailed the open sea with his boat and enjoyed the wildness of nature. During one of these excursions, he found the island we are on. Somewhere, out in the sea, surrounded by huge mountains is this little paradise, which we now call our home. Nettel's father followed the river into the interior of the island and found the poppy glade. He kept his discovery to himself and soon returned to Wyndmoorcross, but returned at regular intervals to enjoy the pristine purity of nature here. When he met Nettel's mother, he came to the poppy glade less often, but each time he brought a few blue poppies with for his love. Nettel's mother dried the flowers to keep them forever and soon she had a large bouquet of poppies together. Then when their first child (Nettel) was on the way, his father abandoned his liberal lifestyle and married Nettle's mother. Love, children and work kept him in Wyndmoorcross and he had never returned to the poppy glade since. Meanwhile Nettle and his siblings have grown up, have their own houses, children of their own.
A few weeks ago, a fire broke out in Wyndmoorcross that spread to several houses. Nobody was seriously injured, but many of the houses, including that of his parents, burned down completely. His parents took it with composure and the new house is almost rebuilt. The loss of the dried bouquet of poppies however hit his parents hard. It was a symbol of their love. Since his father is now too old, Nettel decided to come here instead of his father and get poppies for a new dry bouquet. With a map, directions from his father and enough supplies, he set off a few weeks ago and, to his surprise, found people in what was actually untouched nature.

Then it was time to tell our story. Until late at night we sat together in the garden and talked. After breakfast the next day we all together collected poppies, especially the children did so with with greatest enthusiasm of course, until we had enough for a large bouquet. We were looking especially for those whose buds were barely open so that they were not withered by the time of Nettel's arrival and, gently hung, could be dried if they were in their full glory. Since Nettel would not return home until the next morning, we placed the flowers in a vase with fresh water in a cool, shady place in the house. Nettel promised to come back and provide us with goods that we urgently needed. So we made a list. The following morning we said goodbye to Nettel. We watched the boat for a long time as it slowly disappeared into the distance. The children out of curiosity and excitement. But Miliss, Winstonewall, Norwoodie and I spent a long time thinking about Nettel's offer to take us all with a larger ship to Wyndmoorcross first and then home. But ... wasn't this glade our home now? We will have to make a decision ...

(http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1vhkBwGVVw3VijCXbBXSuu_XcSnRA54Hf) (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1vhkBwGVVw3VijCXbBXSuu_XcSnRA54Hf)  (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1FWZuKWgzNOQwbzZBchL4kO6KMk0xNG-P) (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1FWZuKWgzNOQwbzZBchL4kO6KMk0xNG-P) 
Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: Artfactial on March 26, 2020, 02:25:59 AM
These are wonderful, very inspiring, thank you!
I love the small scale and detailing, really brings it to live.
I might start a small village/community soon too.

I too like to get more connected to my banished town, try out the foods which my bannies have. I've been doing historical baking/cooking for a while now and it really makes you appreciate the taste pallet and food variation of the times.

Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: banishedsanni on March 26, 2020, 10:02:25 AM
@Artfactial  Thanks :)

If u plan to upload a detailed blog here be careful! For me it is really hard to express everything in english. I write the text in my native language first and then i translate it into english. And because I can't express myself in english that well I have to cut a lot of text and often formulate differently. Sometimes I have to break down the original text to such an extent that it seems very bumpy to me.

So just a little warning that this can be a lot of work :D

But I am looking forward to see more inspiring content!
Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: Artfactial on March 26, 2020, 10:31:00 AM
Haha, thanks for the warning!^^

I already have a way too detailed village blog on here, actually:D :
http://worldofbanished.com/index.php?topic=2835.0

But something small scale might be just what I need to get back into it and pick that up again at some point.
English isn't my native language either and finding my way around it and working with historical terminology can be tricky.

But you're doing fine be the looks of it!
Do you keep a family tree to keep track of the people and their stories? I can really recommend it, especially if you're planning to make this a multi-generation town.:)
Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: banishedsanni on March 26, 2020, 10:50:12 AM
Oh! I will have a look into your Connecticut Coastal Colony! Did ot discovere it yet.

Since there are only 4 adults and 6 children I dont need a very professional family tree yet.
But I have a noted down who belongs to whom, yes.
And since I recently opened Poppyglade for outsiders, I guess I will have to make a more professional one in the future.
More work awaits me! :D
Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: Artfactial on March 27, 2020, 01:19:36 AM
Haha yes, once migrants come into town the complexity of it all increases greatly!^^

All caught up now, really like the story so far, well done!:)
Love how you include little natural things that had such great impact on daily lives (but aren't really simulated in the game) like the learning of skills, trail and error, pregnancies and the changes in nature that come with the seasons. A small community like this would be so much more connected with and dependent on these things.
Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: banishedsanni on March 31, 2020, 10:31:28 AM
10. June
In the pleasant mild nights, which we like to spend chatting outside in the garden, we have been talking very often lately about the returning to our homeland. We are undecided. Except for Norwoodie. When I met him, he was a wandering musician without a home. But his place is now by my side, he says, and he'll go where I go. Even if he would have to face my parents for it. On the one hand, this brings me to tears, on the other hand, the whole burden of the decision rests on my shoulders.
Miliss and Winstonewall grew up as children in the luxury of two rich families and had enjoyed working in the family business for several years before they ran aground here. The prospect of luxury and less hard work seems tempting, but the two of them are actually very happy in this simple life in the poppy glade. And me? Even though we were in a fight the last time we saw each other, I love my parents very much. The chance of seeing them again ... But what then? Would i stay there? Would they even accept Norwoodie and the kids? Wouldn't I want to go back to the poppy glade someday? We could simply start a new life in Wyndmoorcross. One gets always work there. On the other hand, we built up a lot in these last 10 years and now that we have contact with the outside world, maybe a lot would become easier. Maybe even more people will come here. I just do not know. Not yet.
Nettel had made it clear that he wouldn't be able to come back this year. So we still have a little time to make a decision.

10. October
The weather in October was awful rainy. On one of the few sunny days, we all went outside together for a little walk along the river bank. The children built huge mountains out of leaves, that had already turned brown and fell from the trees, and romped about in them. In the distance, Winstonewall saw something and pointed to it. After a while, this something became somewhat recognizable as a ship. We had not expected that. Didn't Nettel want to come back not before next year? When the ship followed the bend in the river and we looked not at the bow but at the side of the ship, Miliss cried out, took Winstonewall with one hand on the elbow and pointed to the side of the ship with the other hand. It said in large letters: "Thomson & Taylor - Textile Company". This company belonged to Miliss' and Winstonewall's families!

We excitedly waited until the ship finally arrived at the jetty, what felt like eternity. Meanwhile it had started to rain. As soon as the ship was moored by the ship's crew, Miliss and Winstonewall cryingly hugged their families. Thomasa, only three years old, did not seem to understand the situation properly and started to cry. Dandro hugged his little sister and tried to explain that mom and dad were crying for joy. Although I was sure that he didn't know why exactly.

Meanwhile Nettel approached Norwoodie and me and explained that he saw a Thomson & Taylor Company ship in the port of Wyndmoorcross a few weeks after he returned home and told the crew about our fate. That ship had probably passed on these hot news to both the families. A few weeks later the parents of the two had sailed to Wyndmoorcross and sought out Nettel. He finally brought them here.

In the meantime, the focus was on the children now. Dandro and Lessandria stood next to Thomasa, who was smiling again, and curiously eyed the unknown relatives. Miliss explained to the children who the four people were, who mommy and daddy had cryingly hugging. Rihann, Since and Rheatalia excitedly approached. Winstonewall's father tried to explain my three sweeties, that he was not their grandfather. But Dandro hugged Rihann tightly, gave her a kiss on the cheek and replied indignantly that we were all one family. Miliss, Winstonewall, Norwoodie and I looked at each other with a smile and I knew we all thought the same thing. Dandro was absolutely right. We had grown into a big family in the past few years. And the children knew nothing else.

(http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1zBuscZ2kD35QLze-QgIH_wb2u2RYp0Qv) (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1zBuscZ2kD35QLze-QgIH_wb2u2RYp0Qv)    (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=173FXFzxoClDzRPyYe44ZROtTyOkuJH1A) (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=173FXFzxoClDzRPyYe44ZROtTyOkuJH1A) 

Since the rain was getting stronger, we decided to go inside. The children stormed ahead, happily holding hands together. Shortly afterwards we all sat in the kitchen, our families, Nettel and the crew of the ship. It was a little cramped because the kitchen, although it was the largest room in the two houses, was not designed for so many people. The children excitedly besieged the newcomers, showing them their favorite toys and handicrafts that they were particularly proud of. Before the children could take our nerves off with a shrill flute concert, Miliss and I served herbal tea and honey biscuits. One cannot play the flute with your mouth full.
We talked for a long time, told our stories again in detail. The children simply slept on our laps. The birds started chirping again when we finally took the children to their beds and then fell into ours ourselves. Our visitors slept on the ship.

The next day started mild and sunny, so we put all the tables and chairs we owned outside and had breakfast in the garden. When the plates were empty, we enjoyed the last warmth of this year on our skin and chatted calmly. Winstonewall's mother liked what we had built here over the years. And her husband and Miliss' parents nodded. She added that it would be almost a shame that this would degenerate when we returned home.
There was a momentary silence. Rihann frowned in confusion and Since broke the silence when he outraged replied that we were already home. All the children nodded their heads eagerly. Norwoodie put his hand on my knee and squeezed it gently, as if he meant so silently that he agreed with the children. I put my hand on his and gently pushed back. Winstonewall sighed, gave his daughter Thomasa, who was sitting on his lap, a kiss on the back of the head and began to say what we all thought.

10. November
After a few days and many, sometimes heated discussions, the Thomson and Taylor families finally gave up and it was finally certain that Miliss and Winstonewall would stay here. I am so relieved. If the two had left us, Norwoodie and I could never have hold our own here alone. We would have to leave too.
But now that we would all stay here together and we finally have contact with the outside world, I am very confident about the future.

And I'm eagerly awaiting the coming spring. Nettel had brought us everything that was on the list that we had given him on his first visit. We had mainly put various medications on the list, such as a vial of real steam distillated lavender oil to treat burns. At the request of the men also some meat. Since fishing is so ridiculously easy here, no one has bothered to go hunting. That means our children have never actually eaten meat. I'm curious to see how they like it. In addition, Nettel also brought us two huge boxes of onions (the good ones from Wyndmoorcross, of course) and, to my delight, five chickens. They are still very young and will probably only lay eggs in a few months. The same day we quickly built a makeshift chicken coop next to the old warehouse. It is too wet and too cold for larger construction projects at the moment, so the chickens will have to be satisfied with this temporary solution until spring. Oh, how happy I am with the prospect of eggs!

The Thomson and Taylor families also insisted on building an interim storage facility for the "Thomson and Taylor - Textile Company" here. Certainly an emotional rather than a strategic decision. Our island is relatively easy to get to from Wnydmoorcross by boat and there would be no taxes or rent, but it is otherwise not close to any major commercial centers. Quite the contrary. The reason why this island is so unknown is because all the important places, indeed all other known places, lay in a completely different direction. Nobody usually gets lost here and ships that venture out into the open sea beyond Wyndmoorcross never return. I therefore suspect that this interim storage facility is more a connection between parents and their children. And everything that connects us to the outside world should be right for us at the moment. But here, too, construction cannot begin before spring.

10. December
Winter is wet and cold. If the weather permits, the children spend a lot of time with the chickens. The animals are new and exciting for our darlings.
I gave our visitors a letter for my parents when they left in late October. It will take a while for this letter to make its way to Glaster. How will my parents react? On some nights these thoughts rob me of sleep.

(http://drive.google.com/uc?id=10EpEDDB9QI0rDt6XmCXGR4JUezPV1xB_) (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=10EpEDDB9QI0rDt6XmCXGR4JUezPV1xB_) 



Lot of Text, im sorry :)
Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: Nilla on March 31, 2020, 02:00:55 PM
No sorry, it´s a nice text.! :)
Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: banishedsanni on April 01, 2020, 04:48:59 AM
Thanks :) glad to read
Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: Artfactial on April 01, 2020, 04:59:24 AM
Yes, this is wonderful to read, the texts are long but you don't waste a word!
Very curious to see where the town will go.:)
Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: banishedsanni on April 04, 2020, 05:12:39 AM
11. March
Who would have thought that everyday life can be so dangerous? As every year, we prepare the fields and sow the seeds in March. While Miliss was preparing the sunflower field for sowing together with the children yesterday, I helped the men in the large fields. It was actually nice. The sun was shining and spread a good mood. Winstonewall was happily whistling with a wheelbarrow in his hands to get another load of compost from the pile behind the shed and Norwoodie and I took the opportunity to joke suggestively together while we were working until we laughed so hard that we had tears in our eyes . Norwoodie gave me a loving pat on the butt and ,still laughing, turned to the garden claw to dig up the earth. He stumbled over his spade, which he had carelessly thrown on the ground during our flirting, and landed unfavorably with his right arm outstretched in the dirt. I could hear the arm breaking. Since then, Norwoodie can't help us with work. Oh my dearest darling! It will take a few weeks to heal for sure! I cannot have Miliss do the household of 10 people alone and I am not as strong or skilled as my husband. We will all do our best in this situation, but unfortunately some work has to wait. First of all, the fields and thus our food supply have priority. The chickens will not get a bigger barn for now, but they are so used to us now that we can let them out of the barn during the day without worrying about them running away.

11. May
Norwoodie has had his arm sling off for a few days and I think he should be able to put a full load on his arm again in a week or two. The chickens are finally laying eggs! The children ate eggs for the first time in their lives. They like it a lot. We have decided not to build a large chicken coop for the time being and to leave the provisional for the time being. Since we let the chickens roam freely during the day anyway and they only go to sleep in the coop at night, we see no reason at first. And none of the chickens has complained yet...

11. July
We had just started harvesting onions when a ship approached the Thomson & Taylor Textile Company. Miliss or Winstonewall's parents were not on board, but they had sent loving letters. However, there was no letter from my parents. Haven't they received my letter yet or maybe they didn't want to write to me at all? Had they given up on me?
The ship also had loaded various materials to build the warehouse. But not enough. The ship was about half full of goods it had picked up in Wyndmoorcross and would deliver elsewhere on the way back from our island. The smaller part of the hold was filled with the materials. So there would have to come another ship.

11. August
This morning a fox, marten or something similar stole one of our chickens. We were woken up when the chickens made a lot of noise. We quickly got dressed to check on the noise. But all we found was four chickens screaming instead of five, and a few bloody feathers on the floor. From now on we will throw a net over the enclosure at night. Norwoodie has also designed a large candlestick that uses the light of a large beeswax candle to cast irregular and flickering shadows on the floor and on the walls of the house all night long. We hope that scares off the chicken robber.

(http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1YbUm2h07CHM8yIpKI3Y9ePWlIuc5adXL) (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1YbUm2h07CHM8yIpKI3Y9ePWlIuc5adXL)  (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1hrJz28JJGjrWzW-pl5-1Ns_jPxa8boWl) (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1hrJz28JJGjrWzW-pl5-1Ns_jPxa8boWl)  (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1mEvvUuQur8xRyfLvOs980KiygBXz0efs) (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1mEvvUuQur8xRyfLvOs980KiygBXz0efs)  (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1lIvQHtlVRVQ4ThUAI_kxQgJ0dyAk3En-) (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1lIvQHtlVRVQ4ThUAI_kxQgJ0dyAk3En-) 
Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: banishedsanni on April 05, 2020, 05:21:32 PM
11. October
Rihann, Dandro and Since are really too old to play with building blocks. The three are now allowed to go alone in the forest. Not too far from our settlement, of course.
Since it will be too wet, cold and uncomfortable to romp around in the forest in autumn and winter, we have built a small house for the children next to the sunflower field. There they can pursue their own small projects in the harsh months. We will also move the daily school hours from the kitchen to this house.
Oh, they are growing up so quickly! The three are of great help to us in our daily work. Rihann and Dandro love to bake together. So the two of them have been baking for all of us for some time. "Since" in turn loves our chickens and takes care of feeding and mucking out the chicken coop. This gives us adults more time for other things.
But what I like best is the atmosphere in the morning. I can hear When "Since" and Rihann crawl out of their beds, get dressed and then wake up their little sister Reathalia and help her get dressed. Then all three quietly sneak down the stairs and go into the kitchen. There they meet Dandro, Lessandria and Thomasa and together they prepare breakfast. I can hear the soft clatter of plates and cutlery, which are carefully placed on the large table, and the chattering of Reathalia and Thomasa, who at four and five years of age sometimes forget to be soft-spoken. I hear Rihann put a pan for the preparation of scrambled eggs on the stove and the clatter of the fork with which Dandro mixes several eggs in a bowl before they end up in the pan. Every day I enjoy that moment, when I am not yet fully awake, dozing and snuggled up against norwoodie - glad to be able to stay in bed for a moment longer, not to have to worry about breakfast and proud of the independence and that Children's commitment.
The bustling bustle is followed by a brief moment of calm, then softly pattering on the stairs before the door to our bedroom opens and the children lovingly wake us up. I love that and I know that Miliss and Winstonewall feel the same way on their side.

11. December
Another chicken less! This time the robber dug himself under the fence. Unbelievable! We absolutely need to build a sensible chicken coop. But that will only be possible in spring. Until then, the chickens are locked up in the warehouse at night, on the side wall of which is the makeshift hen house. We hardly use this warehouse anymore anyway and have prepared a small corner for the chickens. Unfortunately, this also means that the chickens will not come outside without us and will always have to wait until we open the door for them. They are usually up much earlier than we are. Poor chickens. But there is no other way at the moment.

12. April
We started building a sensible chicken coop. He is said to be behind the blueberry field. We want to let the chickens out on the field during the day so that they can eat the vermin and keep the soil free of weeds through their scraping. It is a test run. I am excited to see how successful Miliss' idea is.

12. June
Yesterday the second batch of building material for the interim storage facility arrived here by ship. Construction of the warehouse can now begin. The ship's crew had been instructed by the headquarter to stay here for a week or two to help us build it. With so many helping hands, the construction should go ahead quickly. The visit of so many strangers is of course incredibly exciting for the children.

As if June wasn't exciting enough, another ship arrived about a week later. We don't have that many moorings. We had to improvise a jetty spontaneously. The ship was smaller but significantly more pompous than the large ship and sailed under the flag of the city of Wyndmoorcross (brown onion on a white background). When we greeted the newcomers, we were astonished. It was Nettel and next to him stooda handsome young man who introduced himself as the official representative of the city state of Wyndmoorcross (http://worldofbanished.com/index.php?topic=3666.msg66366#msg66366). The rumor that there is a small settlement on a previously unknown island far from any trade routes and known civilizations has reached the highest levels of the Wyndmoorcross government. What was initially dismissed as a baseless, insignificant rumor within the government turned out to be the truth, based on research by a curious government secretary (and apparently also a hobby detective in her spare time). So Nettel was tracked down, quoted in the head of state's office, and, on the basis of his report, was ordered to lead a ship to our island with an official representative.

(http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1otH4zfTRzRh-4nQmr-PcfsPaGg-dhXub) (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1otH4zfTRzRh-4nQmr-PcfsPaGg-dhXub) 

The children greeted and hugged Nettel cheerfully but Norwoodie, Miliss, Winstonewall and I exchanged worried looks. Do they want to banish us of from here? Annex our island, our home? The young official seemed to interpret our look correctly and raised his hands soothingly. The city of Wyndmoorcross would have enough to do with managing itself. But you would always be looking for more buyers for their - I quote - "onions of incomparable quality" (Wyndmoorcross is really proud of its onions). So they sent a ship and a representative to get to the bottom of the matter. It is obvious, so the young man, that our settlement is still very small and insignificant at the moment. But since further rumors say, that the "Thomson & Taylor" Company seems to be interested in this place and plans to build a cwarehouse here - which is confirmed by the presence of the other ship - the young man expects our settlement to grow rapidly and hence an increasing demand for onions is to await. Gosh ... is onions really all they think of in Wyndmoorcross? Whatever. In any case, we were relieved that they don't want to banish us of from here. We led the young official through the settlement and he took some notes.

Our kitchen is big enough to cook for four adults and six children. However, it is much too small to cater for two ship crews. So the men spontaneously set up a larger campfire outside in the garden and built a cooking grate over it by a simple construction, on which we roasted fish and various vegetables. We didn't have enough tables and chairs for all of the people but it was a warm June evening and so many just sit on the lawn or on the edge of my herb garden. Some of our visitors had taken on the task of the grill master and the children felt called to happily walk through the crowd with plates and jugs to distribute food and herbal tea. Nettel and the city representative sat with us at our large kitchen table, which we had carried into the garden and we chatted relaxed. At the end of the evening, when many made their way to their cabins on the ships and the children were already sleeping in our arms, the city representative also rose. He thanked us for our hospitality and promised to send a ship to replenish the groceries we had used tonight and that we would use for breakfast tomorrow to cater for everyone. Before he made his way to the ship, he wanted to know what our settlement was actually called. There was an awkward silence for a moment. What was the name of our settlement? Up until now we always had only spoken of our glade. Reathalia, who was carried by Norwoodie, yawned, rubbed her eye with one hand and muttered "Poppyglade", then cuddled up in her fathers neck again and instantly fell asleep. And before one of us could say anything, the city representative had noted this name, said goodbye politely and disappeared into the night. Winstonewall shrugged his shoulders grinning and laughingly we all went inside. When we were finally in bed and I cuddled yawningly at Norwoodie, I felt his smiling mouth on my ear: "Welcome to Poppyglade!" he whispered and then we fell asleep happily.

(http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1Y-tq3dobCagJW1jmNK6kGpv3o16JqQSX) (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1Y-tq3dobCagJW1jmNK6kGpv3o16JqQSX)  (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=15ufxo0Gc7cVAObI4Nu9InNd7VkCJJikP) (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=15ufxo0Gc7cVAObI4Nu9InNd7VkCJJikP)


Wohoo, finally. Since I started the map i thought about how to make it officially Poppyglade and till today it was always only "the glade" or the "the poppy glade".
A lot of text again ... and in relation to it the settlement has hardly grown. Good things want to have a while, I guess? I have plans, so stay tuned!
Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: banishedsanni on April 10, 2020, 11:42:42 AM
12. Juli
Still in June, about a week after Nettel and the city administrator had left, we were able to complete the construction of the camp. The warehouse is currently more than half full. The "Thomson & Taylor Company" had bought a huge amount of linen at an extraordinarily low price from a competitor who had gone bankrupt. Since it is not possible to process or resell this enormous amount immediately, the linen is temporarily stored in the new warehouse in order to keep more important storageds free for other goods.

12. September
Three chickens just don't lay enough eggs for ten people. That is why we gave the last ship, which had unloaded another load of the cheaply bought linen, a letter for Nettel asking for a few more chickens (and maybe even a rooster?). In exchange for supplies, of course.

In September, Nettel moored with a magnificent sailing boat. He had his wife, his two children and his parents on board. The city of Wyndmoorcross had instructed him to stop by at least twice a year and provided him with this sailboat. The journey here was of course much faster and easier than with the rowboat. Since there was also enough space now, he took his parents to the place that was still so special for them after so many years. Nettel's children were seven and nine years old and no sooner had they set foot in our clearing and greeted us than were all the children up and away to play. We strolled comfortably with Nettel's family through our settlement and when we put the three chickens and the one rooster that they had brought for us into the chicken coop, the children were also full of curiosity. Together we watched the new poultry explore the unknown environment for a while and the elderly poultry eyed the newcomers. When the curiosity of the children was satisfied and they were romping around in the empty fields, we helped Nettel's family to unload some supplies that Wyndmoorcross had given Nettel as compensation for the catering for the ship crew in June. The chickens should be part of this compensation and so we didn't have to pay them. Nevertheless, we gave Nettel's family some honey and smoked fish as thanks.

When we watched the sailboat for a while after they left the next day, it was as if we had said goodbye to summer.

(http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1jRXESONMHZsTT0BMqhady0ACgu_ztomQ) (http://drive.google.com/uc?id=1jRXESONMHZsTT0BMqhady0ACgu_ztomQ) 

12. November
The weather in autumn was uncomfortable, wet and hardly gave us sunny days. Two of the chickens that Nettel brought us in September are already laying eggs. The third seems to be a little younger than the other two newcomers, but this chicken will also soon lay eggs. I'm looking forward to.
Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: Artfactial on May 01, 2020, 02:24:24 AM
Hey, I haven’t found the time to sit down and read about your village in a while but made time this morning and am all caught up now.:)

You are so good at making fine, detailed locations that still feel lived in, very inspiring.
Your journal style reads so much nicer than my formal town reports, I really hope I can get some more personal sides of my town’s story in soon.
Love the fields and stone fences, it’s something I’m planning on doing for my town as well, as it’s very characteristic for the area.

Yay, Poppyglade is official!^^
Hope there is more to come.
Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: banishedsanni on May 01, 2020, 04:41:44 AM
Thanks :)

Real life is keeping me busy at the moment so i just dont have the energy to write the story. But i plan on continue it soon.
Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: Artfactial on May 01, 2020, 05:12:34 AM
Yeah, same here.
It requires the right mindset to give these projects the attention they deserve.

Take your time and take care.
Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: banishedsanni on August 28, 2020, 04:23:06 AM
13. March
March. The first spring flowers begin to bloom and the first warm rays of the sun tickle your skin. Splendid! It was one of those wonderful spring days when we let the children play in the garden while Miliss and I were collecting cowslips in the forest not far from our settlement. A plant that can be helpful for colds with mucous coughs, as we learned from Nettel's mother. We didn't talk. We enjoyed the day with a smile on our faces; we listened to the noises of the forest, the happy hoots of the children playing and the rhythmic beating of iron on iron from the direction of the forge, where the men used the good weather for some repair work.

When our baskets were full of cowslips and we were about to slowly make our way into the house, the children called excitedly for us. It sounded urgent, but also not like anything bad had happened. So Miliss and I walked quickly back to the house. Since the noises from the forge had also stopped, the men seemed to be doing the same. When we got to the house we saw the children and the men standing on the bank and when we followed their gaze we saw the reason for the excitement. We quickly set the baskets down in the garden and hurried to our families to greet the big "Thomson and Taylor - Textile Company" ship, from which Miliss' and Winstonewall's parents waved cheerfully to us. In fact, we haven't seen the four in a little over two years!

The ship still had to go a few meters to the landing stage. When I got closer and could properly see the people on the deck of the ship, I froze. There was my mother! My father! My mother spotted me first, kept crying out my name and made to climb over the railing of the still moving ship. But my father and Winstonwall's mother held her. I wasn't sure how to react. I wanted to cry and laugh because I was so happy to finally see them again. At the same time I was scared. How would they react? On Norwoodie, on the children?

The ship had finally docked. With soft knees and tears on my cheeks, I ran into the arms of my crying mother. My father came over, put his arms around his two girls, and kissed my temples. Like that we stood there for a while. Pressed us tightly together. Then suddenly I became aware of my fears again. I gently released myself from my parents' hug and looked at Norwoodie. He didn't smile and just stood stiffly at a distance. The children peered cautiously but curiously from behind him, staring alternately at me, at my parents, and up at their father. Determined, I walked quickly to Norwoodie, took his hand and snuggled defiantly against his shoulder. If my parents wanted to hug their daughter again, they would have to accept my family!



Wanted to avoid another "deco people looking at deco ship" - picture. So I tried to catch the atmosphere that Miliss and Kamilan are enjoying before the drama happens.
Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: banishedsanni on August 30, 2020, 08:02:52 AM
13. April
In the end, it wasn't as bad as expected. The letter to my parents, which I sent out almost three years ago, reached my parents some months later. In this letter I tried to explain to my parents my decision back then and what was happening here in Poppyglade. My parents then contacted the Thomson and Tailor family via numerous detours, who then organized a crossing from Glaster here to Poppyglade. And so it happened that the encounter between my parents and Norwoodie was rather ... frosty ... but free from accusations or insults. On the other hand my parents took the children to their hearts with the greatest delight.

The big ship stayed at anchor for a whole month. The children moved together and so all the parents had their own room. Together, as a big family, we enjoyed the mild start of spring. Due to the many helping hands, the daily tasks were done quickly and so this month offered much more time for the beautiful things in life.

The relationship between my parents and Norwoodie was still characerized by a frosty distance after a month, but they got along somehow. When the ship started moving at the end of the month with its sails billowing, the children followed the ship for a while on the bank, running and waving. My mother cried goodbye. But I didn't cry. Because I was just so happy about how our meeting went and knowing that I would see her again.


13. May
If you take the eggs from under the chickens' buttocks every day in order to scramble them, of course, no chicks can hatch. So we marked some eggs and left them in the nest. Shortly small yellow fluffy balls tumbled through the area. The sight is so lovely that in the afternoon we leaned against the small wall around the chicken coop with a cup of tea to watch the cute goings-on.
When we leaned against the wall again on such an afternoon, chatting and watching the children distributing kitchen waste to feed the chickens, we didn't notice that Nettle's boat had docked further ahead in the settlement. The cup almost fell out of my hand when he suddenly stood behind us and made fun because he had surprised us. As always, the joy to see him was big and so we greeted him warmly. This time, Nettel was not accompanied by his family, but by a young couple.

(https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1jVC28vGo5-wDAiudXgrs7BHotdtMfw0Z)

Bellar is a young woman and the eldest daughter of Nettel's sister. As a child, Bellar had dreamed of becoming a doctor one day, so it was only logical that, as a young adult, she began an apprenticeship in the hospital of Wyndmoorcross. She had just finished her education when the town of Wyndmoorcross was looking for volunteers who would take the train to distant Olistown to help the people that, by mismanagement and greed of the government, were sick and poor. Bellar was one of those volunteers, so she traveled to Olistown. There she met the young fisherman Burgeon, who was one of her patients, and they fell in love.
In the course of her year in Olistown, the living conditions of the residents worsened, which led to ever greater unrest. A few weeks ago there was a major uprising, which was brutally and bloody put down by the city's military. There were innumerable injuries, numerous deaths and some houses were on fire. Bellar and the other volunteers wanted to help, but they were all expelled from town under threat of violence, while the locals were prevented from escaping.
Burgeon, who had already lost his family in a riot a few years ago, managed to escape with a few other people from Olistown, together with Bellar and the other volunteers, on the last train to Wyndmoorcross.

A meeting of some city leaders will soon take place in Wyndmoorcross to discuss how to help the people of Olistown. But until further notice, the way to Olistown is blocked for helpers and relief supplies.

What Bellar and Burgeon have seen and experienced in Olistown really distressed them and haunt them again and again in their sleep. So Nettel finally brought the two here so that they could find their way back to a peaceful life in our little idyll, far away from these events. As far as we would be ready to take in Bellar and Burgeon. We were touched by this story anyway, and the prospect of gaining a qualified doctor and another helping hand in the form of a young, strong man made us not think twice. So we welcomed the two of them. The children moved closer together and so Bellar and Burgeon initially had their own room until their house would be completed, which we started planning it very quickly.

(https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1TKewEz2jn84u8mBXCp2SvH6E0JmTLW64)


Okay, bla bla bla, lot of story telling, I am sorry. Lets evolve the village!
Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: banishedsanni on August 30, 2020, 09:36:42 AM
13. June
Work on Bellar's and Burgeon's house is in full swing. Meanwhile, the two make each other very useful. Bellar is familiar with the effects of numerous plants. In the last few weeks she has collected a wide variety of plants and made teas, ointments, pastes and many other things for a wide variety of situations. Often the children help her and learn a lot in the process. So that Bellar can properly pursue her work as a doctor, we are also planning to build a small hospital next to the blueberry field.

Burgeon is also very hardworking and tackles wherever he can. On his advice, as soon as the house and the hospital are in place, we will move our fishing pier. On the other side of the settlement near the chicken coop, Burgeon, who comes from a family of fishermen, has found a more suitable place to fish. An advice that comes in very handy. Since the children are getting bigger and bigger and eat more and we now have to feed two more people, we also need more fish.

13. August
Bellar and Burgeon moved into their house last month. Yesterday the small hospital was also finished. The hospital actually consists of only one room, with a bed and enough space to prepare and store medicine. But that should be enough for our little settlement for now.
The new fishing pier was built quickly and easily. However, our supplies of iron and stone have now reached a very critical point. The nearest deposits are either some distance from the settlement or on the other side of the river. We decided to use the remaining resources to build a bridge to the other side of the river. Who knows what other useful things we can find over there besides stone and iron?


(http://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1YS-4epLR8GMlJM1NqJrV2yY9OX6prpHK) (http://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1YS-4epLR8GMlJM1NqJrV2yY9OX6prpHK) (http://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1ZN4vWc-5GRpr_xQ_41YZZWKK6Poi15GL) (http://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1ZN4vWc-5GRpr_xQ_41YZZWKK6Poi15GL) 


 
Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: Artfactial on September 02, 2020, 01:24:29 AM
Great to see you back to Poppyglade, I think we could all use a vacation to your little idyll.:)
Love the pictures of the slowly growing town as well as historical art, that's a nice addition, I might do that too to give some sense of context where the screenshots don't do justice.
Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: banishedsanni on September 02, 2020, 05:35:32 AM
@Artfactial Thanks! It is always very motivating to read someone is following the process of the village, so it feels worth to continue it :)
Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: banishedsanni on September 02, 2020, 05:59:57 AM
13. September
In September Nettel came by again. He brought his wife and children again, and this time also his sister, Bellar's mother. They all gave us a nice week of change from everyday life in early mild autumn before they drove back home. Bellar's mother gave her daughter a special apparatus with a glass flask that can be used to produce high-quality distillates. For example, it can be used to make lavender oil, which works very well on burns. A wonderful gift! In return, Bellar announced to her mother that she and Burgeon were expecting a child.

13. November
We finally finished the bridge over the river. Since we are regularly approached by at least one larger ship, we could not build a simple bridge. The planning and construction of a drawbridge cost us a lot of time, effort and materials. But a first careful inspection of the other side of the shore showed that the effort was worth it. We discovered more iron and stone deposits than we had actually suspected. As soon as temperatures allow, we will start mining the resources.

(http://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=12M5jNHDto-yQe0t46LqwJRVEkNVQ4Fp9) (http://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=12M5jNHDto-yQe0t46LqwJRVEkNVQ4Fp9)


14. March
Bellar should give birth to her first child in about a month. Although she is heavily pregnant, she works hard, with great support from the children, on a garden for various medicinal plants behind the hospital.
The weather now allows us, or rather especially the men, to start mining stone and iron on the other side of the river.

14. April
Burgeon and Bellar are now the proud parents of a little boy named Thor*. About two weeks after the birth, Nettel's ship docked with us to greet the new family member with his wife, children and sister. They stayed one week and of course little Thor was the focus of attention.

Whenever we receive visitors in our settlement, our children move together so that our guests do not have to sleep in the narrow bunks on the ship. However, the children are getting older and bigger and when Nettel travels to us with his whole family, his wife, his children and his sister, it is becoming more and more difficult these days to accommodate everyone comfortably. Since Nettel visits us at least twice a year and we also welcome our own families here from time to time, we have decided to build a small guest house.

14. May
We moved the sunflower field of the children behind the medical garden next to the chicken coop. We plan to move the school house there as well.

14. July
The guest house is ready. It doesn't have a kitchen, but it offers enough space to sleep up to 10 people. As a small project, we decided to leave the design of the garden to the children. They are to put everything they have learned till now into practice and learn new things at the same time. Of course we are there to help the children if they need our help.

14. August
There are three larger and several small warehouses in our settlement. As a result, all objects, tools, resources and food are scattered everywhere. It is sometimes very tedious to search everything together. Now that we have relocated the school building, the old school building and the larger warehouse in the middle of the settlement will be dismantled to build a small village shop at this point. In the future, one of us, maybe even the children from time to time, will take care that everyday things are always at hand.

(http://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=13UKxQrYyu6jb9T8eWHzfFRp9slKbXsh3) (http://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=13UKxQrYyu6jb9T8eWHzfFRp9slKbXsh3) (http://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=13lGSSQzlIV6zJHiNCN2q0KH42fXszm-5) (http://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=13lGSSQzlIV6zJHiNCN2q0KH42fXszm-5) (http://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1VrEkcWrZYB_3g2DMsUGwUU-hwJ2hdc3M) (http://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1VrEkcWrZYB_3g2DMsUGwUU-hwJ2hdc3M) 


* Really Banished? Thor it is? This game creates strange names like Winstonewall or Since and then it decides to name one Bannie like a god in the nordic mythology. Okay...
Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: banishedsanni on September 04, 2020, 09:25:45 AM
14. September
All the rebuildings and new buildings in the settlement have used up our resources. So before anything new can be built, we need to replenish our stocks of stone, iron and wood. That will probably keep us busy until winter, when it is simply too cold for most of the outdoor work.

14. December
This winter is particularly cold. Of course it is pleasantly warm in our houses, but we only go outside as often as is really necessary. Even our chickens suffer and rarely leave the coop. We tried to protect the hen house from the cold with extra hay and some blankets around the chickens' sleeping area. In addition, every evening I put a few warm stones in the through under the perches and when we check on the chickens in the morning, they sit close together exactly above the stones.

15. March
Finally spring! As soon as the temperatures allowed it, the children started working in the garden of the guest house. This Winter they had plenty of time to plan. We can then marvel at the result in summer.

15. May
The little village shop is ready. It's a little strange. One goes in and just takes what you need - no money needed. Another advantage of the village shop is that we now have a much better overview of the amount and consumption of our resources (food, tools, fabrics and other goods).

(http://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1hc3HxVPr4NYPzOUQWHSOKEDlUrI6eY17) (http://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1hc3HxVPr4NYPzOUQWHSOKEDlUrI6eY17)
 

15. June
We improved one of the two landing stages. It is now much more stable and wider, which made getting in and out much easier for Nettel and his family, who visited us again for a week in June.

15. July
As cold as last winter was, this year's summer is as hot. Towards the afternoon it is so hot that everyone has to stop working and we all just lie around in the shade somewhere senseless. The garden swing that the children built for the guest house (with the help of Norwoodie) is particularly popular. It is a wonderful feeling to lie in the garden swing with my loved one in the shade of the guest house. Of course we share the swing with everyone, so unfortunately we cannot retreat behind the guest house every day.

(http://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1MJdonGvGO093y4kLjtPokWWnzJrd6ifr) (http://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1MJdonGvGO093y4kLjtPokWWnzJrd6ifr) 

15. October
Burgeon, who comes from a fishing family, had already spoken out in favor of building a smoking oven for smoking fish at the beginning of the year. However, we had scheduled the implementation for the end of summer, when the harvest would have brought in and processed. Now in October, the men were finally able to finish their project. That certainly brings some variety to the menu!

(http://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1eCVQd7VvPEPKmHF2soah22JF7wt2MLvS)

16. February
At the end of February, when beginning of spring was close, a large ship from the Thomson and Taylor Company docked. Since last summer was particularly dry, the flax harvest was also particularly bad and the prices for linen would be very high this year. Therefore now was the right time to sell the huge amount of linen, that the company bought 5 years ago at an extraordinarily low price from a competitor who had gone bankrupt.

(http://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1vdQlFP3-4BsrKF4077rfO4DctcB7r7J1) (http://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1vdQlFP3-4BsrKF4077rfO4DctcB7r7J1) 
Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: angainor88 on September 04, 2020, 12:41:10 PM
Loving the story! Your town is so pretty too, I kinda want to visit, especially now there's smoke fish :)
Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: Artfactial on September 06, 2020, 08:46:28 AM
Lovely stuff.:)
My grandpa used to make his own smoking sheds and prepare smoked Eels. I don't eat meat anymore these days, but those were so good!
Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: banishedsanni on September 06, 2020, 08:57:04 AM
I was looking for a picture for the story and found this picture of smoked eel. The texture of the flesh looks so beautiful i just had to use this picture. I wanna hava a bite right now! Unfortanetly I dont have acces to real handmade smoked fish. You can buy things like this (but i think not eel) in the supermarkets but it is just not the same as handmade.

@Artfactial While I dont completely avoid meat, I highly reduced my consume. I absolutley wouldnt say no to good piece of handmade smoked eel although i never ate eel before. How does eel taste like?
Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: banishedsanni on September 07, 2020, 02:38:53 AM
16. March
In February the ship had brought us two large boxes of potatoes, with kind regards from the family. Some potatoes have started to sprout, so instead of beans we want to grow potatoes this year.
We will also move our beehive and the flax field near the other fields. The bees will find more flowers there and the flax field, as soon as it is fenced in, like the other fields, can be kept free of vermin by the hens.

16. July
Actually we wanted to start building a windmill to grind the grain as early as July. At the moment we still grind very laboriously by hand. Unfortunately we ran out of stones when building the field fence. So we have to get new materials again first.

16. August
The honey tastes particularly good this year. You can taste that the bees are increasingly flying to the medicinal garden, which consists of many herbs. The implementation has really paid off.

(http://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1tOKbiaUl4bpsJobdO_8O5j6Av36_9hB4)

16. October
The potato harvest was miserable. Apparently this variety is not suitable for our soil. As bad as the potato harvest was, the blueberry harvest was lush this year. We made tons of blueberry juice and blueberry jam. Until the jars ran us out. We dried the rest.
When Nettel and his family visited us at the end of October, we gave them large amounts of juice and jam.

16. November
We don't talk to Bellar and Burgeon often about their experiences in Olistown. Some things are better left alone. But the two of them seem to be doing very well and for us it feels like they have always been here. This month Bellar gave birth to her second child, a boy named Ollison.

17. February
Since we were very industrious before the onset of winter and February was very mild and dry, we were able to complete the construction of the mill at the end of February. From now on we no longer grind the grain in small quantities when we need it, but can process the entire harvest into flour at once and use it from the flour sacks for the rest of the year. Great!

17. March
The annual cultivation of the fields has started. This year we're trying, besides blueberries and oats as always, mushrooms instead of potatoes.
Since we moved the sunflowers and the flax field and we use both plants to produce oil, we also moved the oil press there. The oil press is mainly made of stone and is therefore very massive, unwieldy and heavy. But since stone in particular is a resource that we keep running out of, we decided not to simply demolish the old oil press and build a new one, but to actually relocate the old oil press. So we disassembled the oil press into as small parts as possible, because as a whole we couldn't have moved it. Of course, the individual parts were still incredibly heavy. So all in all a difficult undertaking in which everyone really had to help out. Fortunately, Rihann, Since and Dandro, aged 15 and 14 respectively, are now strong enough to be helpful here. When the oil press was finally in its new place and we wanted to lift the large millstone onto the plate, Winstonewall suffered a lumbago. According to Bellar, this is not particularly unusual at his 47 years of age and with adequate rest he should be fully operational again in two to four days.

(http://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1K7w52SBgfSYxnqVvVa1HL6cbhDBtj3yB) (http://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1K7w52SBgfSYxnqVvVa1HL6cbhDBtj3yB) (http://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=16-btEiZlWiLbcHePmxpbWT6p9UliurqV) (http://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=16-btEiZlWiLbcHePmxpbWT6p9UliurqV)
 


On first release I linked the wrong pictures somehow - fixed.
Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: banishedsanni on September 07, 2020, 05:49:37 PM
17. April
Can mere greed for power and wealth cause such damage? Or can we already speak of madness of the government by the events in and around Olistown?
As if what Bellar and Burgeon experienced back then wasn't terrible enough, as if tyrannizing a city wasn't enough, the threat continuingly spreads in the distance.

After all foreigners, as well as the volunteers from Wyndmoorcross, were driven from Olistown and the routes back to this distant area were blocked, the true horror of this government became apparent. With a powerful army, the surrounding towns and villages were swallowed up, the inhabitants of which now lead a life of oppression and fear. Those who can, flee. And so Wyndmoorcross and other large cities and areas beyond the control of this terrible power are faced with a huge stream of frightened and emaciated refugees, from which we should not be spared either. When we left the house one morning in April after a relaxed and extensive breakfast and discovered Nettel's ship at the bend in the river, followed by two huge ships under the Wyndmoorcross flag, we already suspected that a long and strenuous day was waiting for us.
Those who could not flee to other regions by ship, followed the disused railway lines to Wyndmoorcross on foot. An incredibly long and exhausting journey, during which many refugees starved to death. But the fear of falling into the hands of the unbridled violence of a deadly army drove people on. Wyndmoorcross may be a big city with a lot of capacities, but this city cannot cope with so many people at once. But Wyndmoorcross has enough influence and good relationships to distribute many of the refugees to surrounding towns and villages. And so this time Nettel was not accompanied by his family, but by representatives of the town of Wyndmoorcross, who asked us to take in at least these fourteen refugees who had been brought here.

After everything we heard from Bellar and Burgeon about the happenings in Olistown, after everything we heard from representatives of Wyndmoorcross and Nettel, how could we have refused?

And so Poppyglade's population had suddenly doubled. There is a lot of work ahead of us!

(http://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1mQ1vEuIIWoX4gXmDY79sSL08hDnmIv1-) (http://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1mQ1vEuIIWoX4gXmDY79sSL08hDnmIv1-) (http://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=17DboUPcQXRI58DQGmqDdfKIlREVyHEDU) (http://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=17DboUPcQXRI58DQGmqDdfKIlREVyHEDU) 


17. May
There are even infants and toddler among the refugees. What torture must this trip have been for the mothers and children? Unimaginable!

Our guest house can hold a maximum of 10 people. But then one lives very closely together. That is why we accommodate the two families with the infants there. The other refugees remain on the ship. - A river steamer, which is normally used for tourist day trips. The city of Wyndmoorcross remodeled the interior at short notice in view of the situation and made it available to us as a temporary refugee lodging.
These days it also becomes apparent that in Bellar we have a capable doctor in Poppyglade. The refugees, who had only spent a week in Wyndmoorcross before they were brought here, were, of course, looked after by the city's doctors. But one week is of course not enough to cure the strains of the past weeks, maybe even months.

17. June
The first house is ready. The plan was actually to let one of the families with an infant move in. Both families, however, refused because they had organized themselves well in the guest house. One family lives in the upper, the other family in the lower area of the guest house. Instead, we should first provide adequate housing for the refugees on the ship.
We had just enough lumber to complete one house. The production of new lumber is very slow with our current method. In order to be able to finish building a house before winter, we will therefore concentrate first on building a sawmill. If everything goes well, this will be finished by the beginning of autumn and, with good preparation of all other work, we can build one or two more houses before winter.

17. July
Since we have always been hardworking in recent years and the newcomers are very committed to helping, we don't really have to worry about a possible shortage of food this year. But the firewood is scarce. So far we have just cut a little firewood outside in the garden if necessary. Now that suddenly more people live here, consumption has increased accordingly. We are lucky that we do not have to heating much in the warm months and we need firewood only when cooking. As soon as it is too cold to do major construction work outside, we will use the sawmill to produce larger quantities of firewood.

17. August
In the meantime we have got used to the new hustle and bustle in Poopyglade and somehow all newcomers have found their place, their task, in our community. In August, Nettel's ship docked for a few days to check on us. He reported that although the influx of refugees has decreased somewhat,  still every day people arrive at Wyndmoorcross trying to escape a reign of fear and oppression. The city and all the surrounding regions that have taken in refugees are slowly reaching the limits of their capacities. It is a stressful time, but the refugees are grateful and willing to work. In the end, Nettel said, everything will be fine. It remains to be seen whether this also applies to those who were unable to escape. Resistance is currently forming and who, like Wyndmoorcross, cannot muster soldiers to counter the slowly approaching threat, is supporting those who can with funds or resources.

August, Addendum: Yesterday I went to Bellar's hospital for a routine check-up. It seems like I'm pregnant again. Norwoodie will be overjoyed when I tell the family tonight. He wishes for yet another child since long.

17. September
We were able to complete the construction of the sawmill and are working hard on the completion of the residential buildings. Since Jevonte and Elin have no children yet and Corden is single, we are planning smaller houses for these two parties. That saves resources and maybe allows us to actually have everyone in their own home by winter.

Thanks to the many hardworking hands, the harvest was brought in and processed as quickly as never before. The cultivation of mushrooms was a stroke of luck, because the harvest was extraordinarily abundant, in contrast to the miserable potato harvest last year. In addition, mushrooms can also be stored for a very long period of time by drying them or pickle them in jars.

(http://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1jP_o9t8dGHd3A4RG7-7wbCjWrJRs98x1)

17. Oktober
At the end of October, Corden was finally able to move into his new home as the last. Rihann seems to like the young man. The two spend a lot of time together and it seems like Corden is courting her. As a mother, I view the matter with wistfulness and concern, but at the same time I keep reminding myself that when I was 16 I gave birth to my first child - Rihann. In addition, Corden is a calm, friendly, and capable young man. So if the two actually find each other, I'll be fine with it. Oh children! They're growing up way too fast!

(http://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1W857Oqhli8ipLtt3wKpcz9O9UXENPvYj)

17. November
Now that everyone has a home, the harvest has been brought in and processed and the outdoor work is increasingly coming to a standstill due to the approaching winter, calm is slowly returning to our small community. However, there are still some matters and wishes to be clarified. But I do have to add that the newbies are extremely humble and grateful.
Nevertheless - it is foreseeable that in a few years we will have to take care of the education and training of children (and I assume aswell that Jevonte and Elin will not remain childless forever). So a bigger school building has to be built. In addition, the supply of food, materials and resources to Poppyglade must be ensured over the long term. And the interests and wishes of all residents must also be taken into account in the further planning of the settlement. In order to be able to do all of this, we need a place where we can discuss all these things together. Therefore, the construction of a community hall will be the first construction project in the new year. At the moment there is no place, except for the large warehouse at the fishing pier, where all Poppyglade residents can gather at the same time.

17. December
Rihann hardly spends nights at home. In principle, she and Corden already live together. Therefor and because another child is about to be born in our house soon, Rihann officially moved in with all of her belongings with Corden yesterday.

18. January
Welcome to the village of Poppyglade, my cute little girl Ferna!


Yup, lot to read!
Pictures of the developed village in on of the next posts!

This is a lot of text and it was not that easy for me to translate it into english. If u find any mistake or something strange, please tell me : )


Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: banishedsanni on September 10, 2020, 04:52:57 PM
18. April

The gathering hall has been built. We will meet here weekly from now on to talk about the development of Poppyglade. I will take on the role of the Council Presidency, which includes the moderating and logging of our weekly meetings as well as the compiling and administrading of a population register.

Our biggest problem is actually the lack of building materials. Iron and stone in particular will soon reach a critical minimum again. At the same time, the resources on the other side of the river are almost exhausted. Other occurrences are located a considerable distance from the settlement. So it would be easier to import iron and stone. In order for Poppyglade to be an attractive destination for traders, we need to be able to present in-demand goods and a fortified harbor. Given the current crisis and the looming war, food should be in demand in the refugee-flooded areas. We expect the blueberries and mushrooms harvest to be very good again. That would give us more than enough food. We could trade with the surplus. But we don't have a fortified port. This is exactly what should change in the coming months.

Furthermore, a day-care center is to be built. The building should have enough space to play, romp and learn and is used for day care for our youngest residents. Later, a large school building is to be built right next to the day-care center. But at the moment the old little school building has to do.

We will use up our last resources in building a large kitchen. This is where the majority of the harvest will be processed in the future: preserved in jars, dried or made into juice. The end products are then available to everyone in the village shop.

First official population census, Poppyglade, 18th year

(http://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1AqwX5Zm1b4zvg4TDbD-ZebNGsdR7jet-) (http://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1AqwX5Zm1b4zvg4TDbD-ZebNGsdR7jet-)


As you can see there is a couple with a huge age difference and while Rander is 16, Glindsay is 30 but they have two children at the age of 4 and 5. Whaaaat?! How is that possible you ask yourself? The awnser awaits you in the next post.
Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: banishedsanni on September 12, 2020, 05:15:05 AM
18. May
Rihann and Corden are expecting their first child in a few months. I'm going to be a grandmother! How exciting!
While I couldn't be happier with my family right now, others have been severely disappointed in their loved ones ...

In May a ship from Wyndmoorcross docked that brought enough men and women with it to bring back the converted river steamer that had served us as a refugee camp. And then there was another man, Fern, who said he was Glindsay's husband and the father of her two children. So Norwoodie went to bring Glindsay to our garden where we had invited our guests for tea and cookies. Glindsay looked very angry when she walked around the corner into our garden. Rander, on the other hand, who Glindsay lived with, looked pale and insecure as he and the children followed her. With clenched fists and quick steps Glindsay ran up to her husband, grabbed him by the collar and yelled at him. -Using some very delicate swear words, which I would rather not reproduce here.

The arranged marriage of the two never had been particularly happy, and Fern had also not been a particularly committed father. When the town where Glindsay and Farn had lived had been taken by the foreign army, Farn, fawning and seeking advantage as he had always been, voluntarily joined the new power in order to enforce the "new understanding of law and order". Glindsay, on the other hand, fled with the children. During their escape, she met Rander.

Rander may be much younger, but for the first time Glinsay feelt really loved and Rander has been a better father to her children for the past two years than Fern has ever been and could ever be. As if to confirm what their mother had said, Gertrandyn and Anne clung tighter to Rander. Without even bothering to win the favor of his wife or his children, Farn shrugging replied that he then had come all the way in vain to find Glindsay and the children, and he instead could hold a high post in the ranks of the new rulers.

At this point, all uncertainty fell off from Rander. Suddenly he was standing next to Glindsay and rammed his fist in Fern's face. Fern went down unconscious, his nose bleeding. Norwoodie ran to get our doctor, Bellar, while Nettel and one of the men from Wyndmoorcross tended to Fern that was lying on the ground. Meanwhile, Glindsay and I talked reassuringly to Rander, who had been deeply dismayed by his own deed. I swear if Rander hadn't, one of us had. We'd all been as angry as Rander at that moment.

Bellar assessed that Fern had a slight concussion and a broken nose. The men from Wyndmoorcross insisted on taking Fern with them. On the one hand, because he had helped to consolidate the power of hostile rule by spreading suffering and misery and had to answer for it before a court. On the other hand, because he may have information that can be helpful in resisting.

Bellar kept Fern in the hospital for two more days before he and the other men left Poppyglade on the converted river steamer. Nettel stayed a few more days and when he left he promised to look for a trader in Wyndmoorcross who could possibly supply us with stone.

18. Oktober
That’s it. We have run out of stones. The natural aboveground resources at a reasonable distance from the settlement are exhausted and the nearby area does not seem to be suitable for building a quarry. Since we cannot develop the settlement further without stones, some of the men are planning a small expedition to one of the stone deposits further away from the settlement next spring. We assume it will take them about a month to get back to Poppyglade with a fully loaded cart. The construction of the port, the large kitchen and the daycare center has been completed, but all further construction work will have to wait.

Despite these poor prospects, this October is a month to celebrate for my family as our Rihann gave birth to a healthy girl named Howelly.

19. January
In the middle of the deepest cold winter, a trader actually found his way to Poppyglade. Usually he wouldn't drive that far from the usual trade routes, but he owed Nettel a favor and so we could exchange our surplus food for a larger amount of stones. As a result, the men will probably not have to make an expedition to the distant stone deposits this year and we can start building the school building in spring. The whole settlement is relieved.

19. May
The construction of the school building has been completed. We want to discuss in the upcoming gatherings how we can rebuild or new build the sawmill, which was then only built in a rough-and-ready way.

19. June
A ship from Wyndmoorcross docked  in June. Glindsay was asked to testify in the trial against her (former) husband Fern. Rander wanted to accompany her, but someone had to look after the children at home.
After a few days, she returned with Nettel and his family and reported that she was not the only witness. Her marriage to Fern had not been particularly happy, but he never had been violent towards her or the children. What he had done to other people in the service of the foreign rulers according to other witnesses, she would never have believed him capable of . Ultimately, Farn was sentenced to several years imprisonment and forced labor in the quarry for numerous crimes, including bribery, cover-up and torture.

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Picture 1: Overview
Picture 2: Townhall, Day Care Center, School
Picture 3: Same but with Trading Port in the Back
Picture 4: Other side of the Village with Mill, Oil Press, Linen Production, Hospital, Fields, Saw Mill and Housing
Picture 5: Same but different Perspective
Picture 6: Ah.. well... I just like this Part of the Village
Picture 7: Village Shop, large Kitchen
Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: banishedsanni on September 13, 2020, 03:01:14 PM
21. June
So many time has past. It's hard to believe that it was decades ago when Norwoodie and I were stranded in the poppy clearing. Our first child, Rihann, who was born in this makeshift hut under difficult conditions, has now grown up and recently gave birth to her second child, a boy named Lelandy. Meanwhile our youngest daughter Ferna is developing splendidly and thanks to her older siblings, our little one is learning very quickly.
Rheatalia is about to finish school. When the large school building was finished, she campaigned for a new school garden, which is now thriving magnificent. "Since" works as a craftsman wherever new construction projects are pending or repairs are needed. He has found an excellent teacher in Ward, who is a trained craftsman himself. Norwoodie is always there where help is needed. He really sucks in this role as a man of all work. I myself have given up all sideline activities and am now fully dedicated to my work as Council President. When I look out of the window while working in my office in the town hall, I can often see my little Ferna romping around in the daycare center's playground. Life is beautful.

The small village shop has become an important meeting point in the settlement and the space around it has developed into a place to eat, chat and celebrate together. Here in Poppyglade life is easy and beautiful. I smile as I look back all these years. And confidently I look into the future. I am happy here in Poppyglade.

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What time has changed

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Okay, I had to end this because of the following reasons. First I made a mistake when choosing the perfect climate. I never ever will see snow with this map what I did not know when choosing this weather and I really regret that I cant take nice winter pictures. This leads to the fact that because of the warm climate the bannies need like no firewood - too easy and boring.
Second is that I choosed the wrong aging mod. Since ever I play with one-year-is-one-year and it was always fine since i started the map. I never realized how young bannies are when they finished school (much earlier when not educated) and with this mod they already are older than with vanilla settings. In a normal gameplay its maybe ok but for the story telling I dont want the bannies to move together at the age of 9 and I dont want a 9 years old to marry a 35 years old. I know there are alternate aging mods which take care of this so I will have a look for them before my next game. The Problem I had before I decided toend the story was, that - no matter how often I reloaded the game before accepting nomads - I had the choice between a 19 year old moving together with an 8 year old ... or ... a brother moving together with his sister. What the f... heck. I could have lived with just the climate thing but all this together makes me close this story. I have developed this village far enough, no big loss closing it now.

Anyway I learned a lot during this slow processing. It was fun and I maybe do another village blog at some point.

I hope I was able to entertain the one or other reader with this little story of Poppyglade.

Thanks for reading and goodbye Poppyglade!
Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: kid1293 on September 13, 2020, 03:43:51 PM
Thanks @banishedsanni  :)
Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: brads3 on September 13, 2020, 04:32:26 PM
i like KID's proper time mod for aging. it is a 1-1 year. plus they will mocve together and have babies at around 16 years of age,so makes pairing them up manageable. they can be helpers at 10 early in games. and if you educate they will graduate at about the same age as they will move out from the parents homes.

there are many versions of the original 1:1 age mod. each has it's own style or uniquness.
https://banishedinfo.com/mods/view/27-one-year-is-one-year-Update-26-17091434#changelog
Title: Re: Banishedsanni - Poppyglade
Post by: Artfactial on September 15, 2020, 03:07:18 AM
Aw, goodbye Poppyglade, sad to see it and Kamilan go, but I can understand.
The perfect climate makes for a nice easygoing game, but it tends to be less dynamic and challenging. A village's economy can be entirely financed with firewood when you don't need it yourself.
I haven't had much issues with One Year is One Year. Pregnancy is set to min. 15 years and any outrageous age differences in marriage I tend to write away to other kinds of relations; people living under one roof don't need to be married. But there's always the possibility of weird stuff. Siblings moving in with each other is, sadly, what the game does, especially when starting out with such a small group of people.

I loved seeing and reading about Poppylgade, so thank you! I hope you give the format another shot!