Post by Fewms on Mar 1, 2008 3:51:53 GMT
A Pishe out of Water
by Noise
Djelibeybi, capital city of Klatch, is an ocean away from the hustle and bustle of Ankh-Morpork where I grew up. Klatch is the second driest nation on the disc (the driest being of course the fabled Four-Ecks) and as such offers itself as a natural choice for those who want to escape the damp and cold climates of the Ramtops, Uberwald and during winter, the cities of the Sto Plains. The beautiful avenues, the wondrous sights, the rolling dunes of sand, attract tourists and pleasure seekers from all over the disc. But for a priestess of the goddess of small showers, Djelibeybi lacks one thing: small showers. Apart from the small Pishite Temple that offers sanctuary and refuge to those who seek to worship Pishe, Klatch is the antipathy of all things Pishe. So how did up and coming priestess of Pishe, choose Djelibeybi as her home? This is my story.
In the past I considered Djelibeybi a great place to visit, one of the larger cities to explore, full of rewarding quests, interesting shops, and easily killed, yet richly attired, citizenry. I learnt the hard way not to steal, kill priests or cats, or think I could pick off just one in a group of soldiers. I decimated scores of handmaidens, (hiding) vagabonds and scribes. I listened to the incoherent babble of mad prophets and traders hawking their wares, until, TM after TM, the intricate Djelian language became as familiar as the Morporkian banter. One of the obvious advantages of the Djelian city landscape compared to others is its size, large enough to avoid seeing to many other players and find alleys overlooked by larger and stronger hunting parties. But small enough to memorise and become familiar enough to know where you are at any given moment.
But it was only my great desire to find a home, a place to display my treasures and collected oddities, to create a personalised haven, to pray and charge batons in peace and quiet, that lead me to consider Djelibeybi as my permanent address. After watching for and bidding on the various properties that appeared on the Kingdom of Lancre's property market. (Being the first normal player to notice the swath of new properties, and indeed streets that appeared overnight in Ohulan-Cutash.) Only to miss out, time after time I became increasingly desperate to find a place of my own. I finally found a small, rundown and abandoned apartment in a seedy part of the city. Being bought up in the richer parts of AM, this was a new experience for me. But like a true Ramkins-type woman, I rolled up my sleeves, pulled out my chequebook, and set to work until my apartment had been emptied of the detritus of the previous tenant, was given a fresh coat of paint, new furniture, and had changed all the locks. I was unpleasantly surprised to find that Klatch had not yet caught up with Ptraci's inspiration of plumbing, nor yet had any professionals offering the service of flooring, being carpeting or wooden panels. I retrieved items that had been in storage in AM (with the lovely help of some deceptively strong Wizards) and quickly found that I had filled my small apartment to capacity. After determining that extensions were out of the question, I turned my eye tothe neighbouring apartment, just as humble and abandoned, I managed to acquire the lease for that as well, and set about renovating there, too. Now, for all intents and purposes I had two rooms for my personal use. Although I am reduced to going outside to move between my rooms, I have hope that maybe I can arrange a internal door to be built.
So now I am a house owning, robe wearing, card carrying citizen of Djelibeybi (well I would carry a card if they had them, although perhaps a passport would be more appropriate). While I originally balked at the idea of being exclusively a Djelian citizen, I am appreciating the dedication that this brings to its players. If being a citizen here means you can not be one elsewhere, the citizens of Djelibeybi have chosen to make this place their own. This means that citizenship is not a title to collect on your way to being a uberplayer, but a attainment that indicates your willingness to contribute to a community. So while this Pishe is out of water, she is happy with her new home. And while I may look back in nostalgic for help. fondness of the smells of my city of birth, the regulated thieving and the lovely walks on the river, I think I shall enjoy my new home and city.
by Noise
Djelibeybi, capital city of Klatch, is an ocean away from the hustle and bustle of Ankh-Morpork where I grew up. Klatch is the second driest nation on the disc (the driest being of course the fabled Four-Ecks) and as such offers itself as a natural choice for those who want to escape the damp and cold climates of the Ramtops, Uberwald and during winter, the cities of the Sto Plains. The beautiful avenues, the wondrous sights, the rolling dunes of sand, attract tourists and pleasure seekers from all over the disc. But for a priestess of the goddess of small showers, Djelibeybi lacks one thing: small showers. Apart from the small Pishite Temple that offers sanctuary and refuge to those who seek to worship Pishe, Klatch is the antipathy of all things Pishe. So how did up and coming priestess of Pishe, choose Djelibeybi as her home? This is my story.
In the past I considered Djelibeybi a great place to visit, one of the larger cities to explore, full of rewarding quests, interesting shops, and easily killed, yet richly attired, citizenry. I learnt the hard way not to steal, kill priests or cats, or think I could pick off just one in a group of soldiers. I decimated scores of handmaidens, (hiding) vagabonds and scribes. I listened to the incoherent babble of mad prophets and traders hawking their wares, until, TM after TM, the intricate Djelian language became as familiar as the Morporkian banter. One of the obvious advantages of the Djelian city landscape compared to others is its size, large enough to avoid seeing to many other players and find alleys overlooked by larger and stronger hunting parties. But small enough to memorise and become familiar enough to know where you are at any given moment.
But it was only my great desire to find a home, a place to display my treasures and collected oddities, to create a personalised haven, to pray and charge batons in peace and quiet, that lead me to consider Djelibeybi as my permanent address. After watching for and bidding on the various properties that appeared on the Kingdom of Lancre's property market. (Being the first normal player to notice the swath of new properties, and indeed streets that appeared overnight in Ohulan-Cutash.) Only to miss out, time after time I became increasingly desperate to find a place of my own. I finally found a small, rundown and abandoned apartment in a seedy part of the city. Being bought up in the richer parts of AM, this was a new experience for me. But like a true Ramkins-type woman, I rolled up my sleeves, pulled out my chequebook, and set to work until my apartment had been emptied of the detritus of the previous tenant, was given a fresh coat of paint, new furniture, and had changed all the locks. I was unpleasantly surprised to find that Klatch had not yet caught up with Ptraci's inspiration of plumbing, nor yet had any professionals offering the service of flooring, being carpeting or wooden panels. I retrieved items that had been in storage in AM (with the lovely help of some deceptively strong Wizards) and quickly found that I had filled my small apartment to capacity. After determining that extensions were out of the question, I turned my eye tothe neighbouring apartment, just as humble and abandoned, I managed to acquire the lease for that as well, and set about renovating there, too. Now, for all intents and purposes I had two rooms for my personal use. Although I am reduced to going outside to move between my rooms, I have hope that maybe I can arrange a internal door to be built.
So now I am a house owning, robe wearing, card carrying citizen of Djelibeybi (well I would carry a card if they had them, although perhaps a passport would be more appropriate). While I originally balked at the idea of being exclusively a Djelian citizen, I am appreciating the dedication that this brings to its players. If being a citizen here means you can not be one elsewhere, the citizens of Djelibeybi have chosen to make this place their own. This means that citizenship is not a title to collect on your way to being a uberplayer, but a attainment that indicates your willingness to contribute to a community. So while this Pishe is out of water, she is happy with her new home. And while I may look back in nostalgic for help. fondness of the smells of my city of birth, the regulated thieving and the lovely walks on the river, I think I shall enjoy my new home and city.