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| ====== ARLA TOWN ====== | ====== ARLA TOWN ====== | ||
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| ===== Overview ===== | ===== Overview ===== | ||
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| + | ===== Political Orientation in the Beta Age ===== | ||
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| + | No formal parties; decisions lived on wet planks and warehouse floors. Arla’s settlers carried two simultaneous memories—the sleek order of shipboard life and the chaos of the crash—and translated both into a dockside pragmatism. Policy was whatever kept boats upright, workers paid, and smokehouses lit. | ||
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| + | The Contact Person worked by consensus more than ballots: mediating slip rights, settling gear disputes, balancing safety closures against the hunger for bigger catches, and minding relations with lake-shore Tribes and sacred-water boundaries. Frictions were practical rather than ideological—independent skippers vs. factory buyers over prices and grading; plant foremen pushing throughput vs. crews insisting on weather holds; warehouse schedulers vs. the courier station over dispatch windows. Votes, when taken, tended to be quick show-of-hands after the loudest arguments had spent themselves—frontier decision-making under the constant press of fog, thunder, and the next day’s haul. | ||
| ===== Local Governance ===== | ===== Local Governance ===== | ||
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| ==== In the Gamma Age ==== | ==== In the Gamma Age ==== | ||
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| The settlement lies reclaimed by jungle vines and reeds; collapsed docks sag into silted shallows, and the Funkenberg ruins stand half-buried in moss. Fog drifts through shattered window frames, and the air smells of rot and green growth. Fallen beams creak under shifting earth, while ghostly bird calls answer the hush of abandoned smokehouses. Only treaty-authorized guides dare tread the cracked pathways, their boots stirring thick leaf litter that muffles every echo — Arla Town is now a silent monument to ambitions lost beneath the Haze Doom. | The settlement lies reclaimed by jungle vines and reeds; collapsed docks sag into silted shallows, and the Funkenberg ruins stand half-buried in moss. Fog drifts through shattered window frames, and the air smells of rot and green growth. Fallen beams creak under shifting earth, while ghostly bird calls answer the hush of abandoned smokehouses. Only treaty-authorized guides dare tread the cracked pathways, their boots stirring thick leaf litter that muffles every echo — Arla Town is now a silent monument to ambitions lost beneath the Haze Doom. | ||
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