: This was the axe age, right? Which suggests to me that
: we're talking about people capable of clearing
: forests, which means some kind of agriculture no
: matter how primitive--probably just
: "horticulture" as still practiced in a lot
: of third-world countries: intensive intercropping on
: small plots of land while the majority of the
: ecosystem remains untouched.
Actually, I was thinking they meant axes as in stone hand-axes--caveman stuff. This was the era where humans named Og beat Krids over the head with clubs before jumping on them (ideally ten humans to a Krid) and slashing their throats with flint knives. That sort of thing. Though they probably achieved bronzeworking by the time they reached the Age of Reason.
: Though, of course, the "current" age is called
: the sword age, even though swords must have been
: around for quite a while before Connacht, so who
: knows?
According to GURPS, the reason some people call the current age the Sword Age is that the battles were more ferocious than any they knew from history. (Though their memories may not be accurate on this point.)
: Assuming we are talking about humans running around and
: hacking each other slowly to bits with crude axes, and
: that the dwarves were into high-D&D fetish drag (plate
: armor means steel and therefore the whole gamut of
: sharp, sharp edged weapons), I'd be willing to bet
: that the first era's conflict would have been between
: our diminutive friends and the ghols. No matter how
: primitive the ghols might have been at the time they
: would still have been advanced enough to carve the
: Godhead out of solid rock--which means steel
: implements as well, perhaps just stolen from the
: dwarves.
As Forrest said, the Godhead looks that way naturally. Does plate armor *have* to mean steel? Can't you beat bronze or iron into plates, even if they're not as effective?
: Here's my little story: It was in the time Man calls the
: Axe Age, that Thufir Son of Sleipnir Son of Muggin
: came forth with his sword of blue shining steel and
: did slay the false god of the Gholish brute, yea,
: verily did he smite the twisty little deity, for his
: blade was sharper, his technology higher, and his
: people more organized. And the Gholish foe's horde did
: rise up in a prolonged and incoherent grunt, for
: truly, they were bummed totally out. And one by one
: they came forward and took each unto his breast a
: single piece of the Ghol false god, who had possessed
: the ability to throw metal objects that did damage
: actual; the ability he possessed no longer, for,
: verily wast he in small bloody chunks now, see, since
: the dwarf guy hacked him up.... well, uh, anyway, the
: gholish horde did gather in the pieces of their false
: god and held them close, and, when their new dwarven
: masters did taunt them mercilessly by either juggling
: bottles or jumping up and down and waving their arms,
: the gholish despondent horde didst cast the body parts
: at their conquerors, which wast truly gross; and
: verily, to this day, their descendants and their
: descendants' descendants' descendants do doest the
: same, which explaineth now why they will passeth by a
: perfectly good pus packet, yea verily, and instead
: throweth a pig's head at any passing zerk, for truly,
: the gholish brute is dumb, dumb, dumb, and canst not
: knoweth the differenceth.
: And they all lived happily ever after, except they fought
: really nasty wars all the time and lived short
: miserable lives.
Beautiful. That last sentence should be the standard ending for any Myth story.
--SiliconDream
