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 Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2007 5:28 pm
Lorebook de Provoka "This book has been written to guide those whose ambitions are hungry with adventure and the pursuit of self-exploration. May these words serve well and impepper the souls who read them. Heed them well, and a great legacy you will become endowed with. Isle de Provoka, make the place your home and cast your stories from its history. May she be immortal."
-The High Council of Provoka Table of Contents
Origins of the Isle
Pirate Occupation/ Wickit's Reign
Governor Gunn's Reign
The Natives
Fauna and Flora
Legends
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 7:17 pm
Reserved
(To be put into chronological order)
-------side notes-------
Origins of the Isle ( Multiple perspectives including scientific/logical geographic island formations, Proca belief, Ogobu belief, and possibly a candid reference of the British idea. [ say, like, ' the isle was question to been spat of of hell, its natives were savage, etc.] )
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 8:32 pm
Pirate Occupation The Isle of Provoka came under the findings of a certain mainland criminal who is known as Leon Wickit. In his earlier years he took up the title 'The Spoff Guy' and accumulated a small amount of fortune which he used to hire a crew and construct a small ship. With these, he changed his name to Captain Leon Wickit, and sailed about the shallow sea until he came across the Provokan Isle. What he found was a vacant and burned town port town, and decided to call this area as home. Within a few months, the men and women who had joined him took to amassing together their hordes and hiding them in various places on the Isle. The town itself was refurbished, and sometime later the shops were put back into business to ensure that any company who came stayed. It was about this time that the current (at this time of writing) governor came upon the Isle. Here is her account on the matter: The Account of Angevin Gunn "It was at my lowest of times when the letter of the creation of Provoka was received. At the time I was Captain of a rather large schooner by the name of The Chance, a tribute to my father's ship The Wayward Chance. It had been ten years since the last I'd seen of my father and no news ever reappeared of the Great Captain Gunn, better known as Wiggy. It was he who had given me my first ship The Jewel. But that was ten years ago and a lot had changed. I had adopted the habbit of drinking, constantly, and at the age of 'round thirty I no longer gave a care to my appearance. However this was not the reason why my crew started to abandon me. Some didn't believe that I could command a ship considering my history, having The Jewel sink in a storm. Some did not like the state of depression I had entered, and some just disliked the idea of having a women for a captain. My daily life was a struggle but I kept my front and made seems that all was well and that my crew was as loyal as ever. I was surprised when I read Wicket's letter. Never had I have such a request from me. when I read the letter the realization came over me that in all my years I've never took notice, that indeed there were very few pirates and even less in union. Likely my crew found the news rather pleasing and in one of those few moments sailed off with me to the hidden island to discuss the matters of what was to become of the place. When I arrived at the island I was told to meet up with you guys at the only pub that was there to discuss certain matters of the guild. That was the first time I had ever met any of you." It was also during this time that Captain Wickit became involved with a Sea Demon of some sort. The tiring business of keeping the creature aloof and at the same time keeping the Isle in shape became too much of a burden. So, one deary night on the Isle, he gave the deed of Isle Provoka to Angevin Gunn, who was then titled herself Governor Gunn.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 12:07 pm
Zammaps Reign
On a stormy night in the tavern, the island deed was put up for the take. Wickit had grown fat from his plundering, and he wanted a successor to take command of the Isle. With Angevin Gunn the only person afoot the isle, she was appointed the title of Governess. Along with this title came her family, and the demon who followed.
The Isle brimmed with life for a short time, as Gunn appointed Doctor Morgan as Viceroy and Ardrick settled his bar. Captain Kurisutofa also made his way by the Isle, and the place looked well. That is, until the Black Market came under seize of the Ogubo Tribe, and the interaction of the Proca escalated due to the fact of the Governors negligence towards her family's education of the Isle dangers. Among these troubles, a man on the street, later to be known as Nattas, came to father two children of Angevin. This disturbance would not last long, since Angevin was well aware of her lovers true demeanor. Notifying the residence of the mans true intentions, a trek was set out to the Sandwich Isles to retrive a certain plant. The said plant was retrieved, and Nattas, the devil, was killed. Nevertheless, Angevin, in her shame and regret, set sail to the mainland to raise her children. Thus the deed was handed down to Kurisutofa.
Side Events
During this period, the Isle saw the coming of Daithes, who arrived in the hours of heat and sun. Upon arrival, the man began surveying the Isle and took account of the wildlife. Among this, he sparked a ambush with a particular gorilla. The said gorilla rampaged through the town, and was brought down by the council, who hung its head on the town borders.
Soon after that, Wickit made appearance to the Isle oncemore, this time in pursuit of raiding a particular ninja village. The raid, while well-planned, turned out to be somewhat awkward. The Provokans overwhelmed the children-ran village, and the place was leveled. Since then, the village has rebuilt itself, but not without a visit or two by a froggy frenchman who wants to prove his worth.
There was also a minor Pirate port that tried to overtake Bridgetown. Sadly, these pirates were taken out by Kurisutofa himself in a timely fashion.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 12:31 pm
Natives
Note from Bellamy to the Council: Feel free to improve this if you feel it is necessary. There may be some things that need a little work ... Quote:
"Observation and Compilations on the Barbarous and Savage Peoples of the Isle of Provoka. By JAMES CECIL BELLAMY, Master of several SHIPS"
"KINGSTON:
Printed for PIERCE LAWES by ROBERT BALDWIN, at Church Street, KINGSTON."
As the years progress we find that the civilised nations of the world have, by their means, lessened the influence that the uncivilised peoples had had over the New World.
Though in other lands they have been purged completely it is here alone, in the Free Port of Provoka, that the savages have persevered.
These peoples are not the Caribs; whose cannibalistic tendencies have long been observed by slave trading Spaniards nor are they the peaceful yet deservedly extinguished Arawak or Taino.
It is unknown by what name they call themselves however all observers thus far have given the name of Proca, Proka or Procans to the natives of this Isle and therefore it is the name applied to them within this record.
Herein I will account their manner of dress, laws and customs. The chief encampment of the Proca shall be described and I shall also write of their humours in dealing with European man. Also I shall account my own observations thereon.
In writing this compilation I was the frequent subject of reproof from my old friend Pierce Lawes whom objected to this exercise. He claimed that such peoples deserved no documentation and unless I was to become a petty trader of curiosities they deserved none of my attention. Though I argued that the documentations of these people were of interest not just to eccentric seekers of oddities, but also to the colonial forces who might, one day, contend with the Proca violently he remained obstinate in his objection.
It is to Pierce Lawes that I now address my own reproof saying that in the completion and publication of this work I have proven him, once again, to lack faith in matters in which faith is indispensable.
In this final copy I have omitted entries concerning little import, so as not to be censured as trifling or tedious as often Lawes accused my writing of being.
Please, consider this if at all my writing seems abbreviated oR ahll... Hereere bhagh ... maree ghet
On my coming to Porvoka
I was, from a young age, induced to travel; as I think my diligence in mathematical study during my more youthful years was bound to dictate.
It was by my fathers charge that I pursued an understanding of Physic, such as would prove useful to me latter in life.
It was in Ireland that I grew up, in the uncouth city of Dublin.
Though as the years wore on the city of Dublin grew intolerable and I sought out more ethical climes and resolved to settle in London where I became apprentice to a ships master who worked on the Thames.
Though I remember no grand galleys conveying through the great river I still studied earnestly the workings of these ships; such study as would prove useful to a man working aboard a galley as I thought it would one day be my duty to do so.
As it happened my supposition proved correct and I was to be employed aboard the HMS Cruor which was being conveyed to the Caribbean.
Thus, by way of the Downs our ship made way for the New World.
I worked as chief navigator aboard this ship under the command of the honourable Nathaniel H. Robertson, a captain of great moral comprehension. There I worked for the passage to the Caribbean.
It proved, however, to be the malignant design of the crew to mutiny and take over government of the ship. These vile individuals were responsible for the murder of Mister Robertson, which they did before my very eyes, and I regret to say he was not the last to suffer death at the hands of these villains.
Many brave and loyal men of stout British conviction suffered death at the hands of these contemptible rogues before they conveyed the now pirate ship to the island of Provoka. I had heard nothing of this island nor could I find any trace of it upon navigational charts.
By concealing myself in the midst of the pirates I assured safe conveyance. Upon my arrival I stole a piece and made my way into Bridge Town; the only port of Provoka.
It was with utter horror that I withheld the nature of this city, being full of dread pirates and strumpets of all colours. I loaded my pistol and thus concluded that if any of the rough peoples of this port should offer to perturb me I would shoot them dead without hesitation.
I sought my liberty from this abhorrent nest of sin and found passage to Kingston aboard an illegal merchant ship. Upon my arrival in Kingston I informed on the merchant ships capital illegalities and all the men aboard suffered penalties of death for association and trade with known pirates.
It was the proud and moral Governor John Ayscough who thanked me for my loyal service and thence on I was employed with the British Navy. Be for my reputation that I accepted. Though this was indeed a lofty commission I do not deny that it had been a childhood wish of mine to fulfil my obligations to the Empire in the form of military service.
From then on I frequently made passage between Kingston and New Albion, as the Military was often sent there on business of what provocation I am still not aware.
But it happened that in making this routine passage the fleet met a storm, the ship which I was then on was foundered and I was forced to swim for my life or face consumption by the ink black depths. It was, to my dismay, Provoka upon which I got safe.
Here began my observations of the barbarous Proca, their ways and habits and thus it could be asserted truly began the writing of this work.On my encounter with the Proca
I managed to escape Bridge Town again and made my way up river by use of a wherry. As I was thus traversing I noticed on occasion stone figures and ruins lining the rivers arch, fascinated by these foreign oddities I would slow the pace of my craft in order to appreciate these alien monuments.
When first I arrived in a Procan village I observed them from afar at first to ensure that they were not completely uncivilised. I held to the hope that the people there about me were nought but slaves living in a small encampment prepared for them by their lord. But as I looked upon their bestial tattooing and their manner of dress I soon realised that such hope was misplaced.
After some moments of consideration I (perhaps on a ridiculous adolescent humour) decided to enter the village and demand their obedience.
As I entered however I observed them all to run away on a sudden and conceal themselves within their homes. I wondered what could send them into such a fright and it was then I realized that I was not welcome amongst them. Some peered out from their huts and looked with great earnestness upon my clothing and wig.
In the centre of the encampment I noticed a large clearing of earth, which I would later learn was an area in which sports and religious service were held.
Before me stood a kind of building, a grand and stately looking hut, with a roof covered with straw. Along the pedestals that marked its exterior I noticed bestial carvings of birds and observed with keenness the accuracy of their craft.
As I found none of the Indians had come forth to disturb me I took out some Toys, which travellers must always carry as presents for the Indians of the Americas.
I placed them on the ground before me and stepped backward from it, showing that I now relinquished ownership and that it was theirs to take. I hoped that the natives would be thereby encouraged to receive me kindly and not further the suffering I had already felt.
An aged woman of their kind walked forward and took the gift from the ground. She was dressed like the other natives, only after a gaudier manner with an absurd headdress and tattooing along her right arm (which seemed so misplaced upon elderly flesh).
The name of this elderly savage is Atabey, she is greatly respected by some of her people and considered overtly charitable by others. By her accepting my gift the fear the natives had felt for me seemed to diminish and I was then received with warmth and hospitality, although some continued to look upon me with a contemptuous air.
I was then brought into the caney, a communal feasting area located in the centre of the village. As I entered I wondered whether it was their design or not to eat me as the cannibals of other lands might. I had no time to pursue these reflections as, when I entered, I was addressed by a young man who wore on his head what appeared to be the skull of a horse or some other form of bipedal creature.
Then other natives approached, some of them observing me with undisguised loathing whilst others looked with honest curiosity. A group of elderly men approached
and spoke angrily to Atabey, who spoke with calmness in return. I heard the word Mare-Rhine often repeated betwixt them, though I did not yet comprehend its meaning.
I later learnt that Mare-Rhine is the native’s word for the white man.
In my time there I conjectured that it was the obligation of the savage’s leader to permit entry to all vagabonds who would find themselves in his company but that in the opinion of some this obligation extended only to those of his race, whereas to others it extended to all humanity. Some of the elderly men pointed toward the entrance, a clear gesture that they wished to be rid of me. At this Atabey threw her hands into the air, as a Christian priest might at a heterodox evocation.
Once their argument had subsided the feasting continued, admittedly with improper composition. It was expected that I would seat myself upon the floor and eat the victuals they had given me after their custom, which was off of a smoked leaf.
They began to make ready the food by roasting it on a utility they called a barbecue.
Fish, wild pork and fruit were served to me in liberal proportions. I was also served a meat that I could not recognise as being of either pig or horse and I conjecture that it was in fact long pork as these savage individuals no doubt partake. Though they offered me hospitality I wanted none of it and wanted no dealings with individuals of such flagrant standing and whose morality I scrutinised.
I longed to express my distaste and flee my barbarian hosts, but feared that this might incur their already brewing collective wrath.
These people, I now believe, were in the most pitiable state. Under the governance of their lords they lacked the benefits of the Empire. We must assuredly extricate the natives of the oppression they feel at the hands of false lords, lords whose position in British civilisation would rightly be that of a slave.
In freeing them of such false leaders and in spreading British rule we assure their liberty. For God and Empire!
Though I may harbour distaste for these people I should be guilty of ingratitude if I were to omit mention of their honourable generosity. This generosity shall not go disrespected as it is my intention to return here one day and extricate these mislead people from the miserable influence of their false lord, whose name I learnt was “Enola”.
Enola showed himself to be a weak willed individual who lacked the convictions required of a leader. I observed that he was strongly under the influence of the tribal elders, who seemed to hold stronger convictions than he.
Yet to be added:-Language -Religion -Legends, myths, folklore -History
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 10:46 pm
TO BE EDITED LATER; GET THE GENERAL IDEA HERE?Ogubo Bone Throwers Proca Snake God Tunnel Systems The Isle of Provoka is recorded to be the hub of a large system of tunnels and caches. While the full length of these tunnels is uncertain, the few that have been documented and mapped are accessible by only those few who know where to look. The ones that have shed public light to the Isle residents is the befouled passageway known as the Dark Whisker Catacombs.* The other portion of the Tunnel Systems were used for trafficking goods from the mainland and other areas of the Isle. Most of them have been blocked off, due to unknown causes. Most of the tunnel systems have yet to be discovered, as it is rumored that there are potentially more than what is documented to exist. Treasure Caches Provoka is known to have stored away massive hordes of gold in its golden years, but due to a hurricane and past fires, coupled with tension between the Natives, has sealed off these passageways. However, recent enactment by Leon Wickit has attempted (or at least mentioned) a retrieval of these goods. The goods in question are said to be worth a good fortune, and are one of the only sources of equity the Isle has. Steam Polly Rudd's Troupe *Even though named after the wielder of Fred, these catacombs are still subject as Hydro's sewage canals.
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 9:00 pm
ADD ANYTHING YOU THINK SHOULD BE ADDED HEREFlauna Monkeys - They are seen about in the jungle. They throw s**t. Gorillas - Not native beasts, these elusive creatures hide in the deeper areas of the jungle. Not to be confused with the DK Clan, these gorillas are untamed and will kill anything that gets in between them and their food. They also have an admiration for a certain type of flower. Lizards - Good eats; these are all over the place. Mostly in the jungles. Snakes - Makes a decent meal, beware the vipers and sea snakes. Mostly found in the jungle, although the swimming kind can be found along the rocky shores and the coastal shallows. Frogs - Jungle. Can be used in most voodoo ailments, such as a drink that causes the recipients tongue to go unfeeling. Flora Legends
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