Post by vorchia on Feb 15, 2013 18:04:02 GMT 8
It was midday in the great city of Sauropolis, a sea of white stone reflecting the warm sunlight, the occasional golden statue sparkling like a star. Famous for its architecture and the capital of art on Dinotopia like Waterfall City was the capital of knowledge. The buildings mostly Roman and Greek in style, lavishly decorated with statues, fresco’s and mosaics depicting history, myth and fantasy from all around the globe.
Thousands of years would leave a mark on the decorations of any building, especially in a warm and moist climate hence why the city had many devoted artists to do the upkeep and if necessary reconstructions that allowed the city’s prized buildings to look like the city was young, like the cement had only dried yesterday, a frozen moment of eternal youth and beauty and a golden age to last eternity.
Sauropolis however, is also the place of celebration and feasts where things sometimes ran slightly out of control. Like, floor mosaics are made to be trod on, by humans, well made floor moisaics on a stone floor could take much more then that. However, not all floor mosaics could take a large sauropod’s pose dancing performance. This included the ancient mosaic of colored glass and ceramic pieces depicting life in Sauropolis as it was in the time of the great empires.
The mosaic had suffered a crack which had widened and lengthened untill it had cracked over a length of 20 feet running under a marble statue of Oghtar as it went.
The floor here wasn’t made to be dancefloor to begin with and in all honesty none had intended to use it as such, it wasn’t smooth enough to dance well on anyway but thats quite besides the point. A renovation was in order.
However upon the removal of the statue the moisaic grew brand new cracks in every direction, like a star with its center at the statue.
In the cracks one could see there was something under the mosaic, a second floor under the cracked one, with hyroglyphs and symbols older then the mosaic and fresco’s of the building that was on top of it.
Meanwhile in Bonabba, the latest mid-city archeology and problems of the past didn’t draw much attention as Bonabba with its famous vertebrate bridge is the gateway to the Rainy Basin and always the link between civilisation and well, civilisation as those living in the Basin didn’t consider themselves uncivil and of course neither did those outside, making Bonabba the link between civilisation and civilisation with all the diplomatic privileges that come with that. One of these great diplomatic privileges was the organisation of safe and efficient passage of caravans, peacekeeping with many different tribes and clans of a great variety of sentienent species from the Basin as well as offering help and assistance whenever needed. Bonabba for all that it was only a small town was never dull.
The most recent problem in the small town however had nothing to do with the diplomatic contacts or with the caravans (yet) and started with an interesting development at the hatchery. Despite the best care given to all the eggs, an unusual number of them never hatched.
Thousands of years would leave a mark on the decorations of any building, especially in a warm and moist climate hence why the city had many devoted artists to do the upkeep and if necessary reconstructions that allowed the city’s prized buildings to look like the city was young, like the cement had only dried yesterday, a frozen moment of eternal youth and beauty and a golden age to last eternity.
Sauropolis however, is also the place of celebration and feasts where things sometimes ran slightly out of control. Like, floor mosaics are made to be trod on, by humans, well made floor moisaics on a stone floor could take much more then that. However, not all floor mosaics could take a large sauropod’s pose dancing performance. This included the ancient mosaic of colored glass and ceramic pieces depicting life in Sauropolis as it was in the time of the great empires.
The mosaic had suffered a crack which had widened and lengthened untill it had cracked over a length of 20 feet running under a marble statue of Oghtar as it went.
The floor here wasn’t made to be dancefloor to begin with and in all honesty none had intended to use it as such, it wasn’t smooth enough to dance well on anyway but thats quite besides the point. A renovation was in order.
However upon the removal of the statue the moisaic grew brand new cracks in every direction, like a star with its center at the statue.
In the cracks one could see there was something under the mosaic, a second floor under the cracked one, with hyroglyphs and symbols older then the mosaic and fresco’s of the building that was on top of it.
Meanwhile in Bonabba, the latest mid-city archeology and problems of the past didn’t draw much attention as Bonabba with its famous vertebrate bridge is the gateway to the Rainy Basin and always the link between civilisation and well, civilisation as those living in the Basin didn’t consider themselves uncivil and of course neither did those outside, making Bonabba the link between civilisation and civilisation with all the diplomatic privileges that come with that. One of these great diplomatic privileges was the organisation of safe and efficient passage of caravans, peacekeeping with many different tribes and clans of a great variety of sentienent species from the Basin as well as offering help and assistance whenever needed. Bonabba for all that it was only a small town was never dull.
The most recent problem in the small town however had nothing to do with the diplomatic contacts or with the caravans (yet) and started with an interesting development at the hatchery. Despite the best care given to all the eggs, an unusual number of them never hatched.