Re: stormsteads: RESOURCES

From: Darran <darransims_at_0uykdO84kRZ6i-CY1M6B_TruRDS6hSXjVfTjcO1lcWE76Nxj4HfmWGSyM9C4rOFLs>
Date: Wed, 27 Feb 2002 13:07:05 -0000


Greetings and Salutations
2002-02-11-0000.

>A listing of resources, crops, crafts, shrines, wyters etc.

Another knock on effect would be the need to build/make casks and barrels by a cooper [a Orstan initiate perhaps?], which a lot of breweries kept a lot of coopers in work.
Some Cask sizes are: -
Polypin or just Pin = four and a half gallons. Firkin = nine gallons.
Kilderkin or Cask = eighteen gallons.
Barrel = thirty-six gallons.
Hogshead = fifty-four gallons.
Puncheons = seventy-two gallons.
Butt = one hundred and eight gallons.
Tun or Ton = two hundred and sixteen gallons.

So a small brewery that is providing for a large clan with some of the beer being exported out and traded with other clans/tribes would share its space with bakers [Mahome?], carpenters/coopers [Orstan], and potters [Pella] for the kiln. Also Esra the barley mother and Jera the herbalist could be involved in the gathering of the raw materials (barley, yeast and hops), not to mention the powers that govern the spring that provides all the water the brewery needs.

Also there is a theory that some beers do not travel well [an influence from Eurmal or is it that Minlister does not have a mobility rune?]. I had a pub in Derby and the beer came from Burton Bridge six miles away. 'Theaktons', 'Pedigree' and 'Burton Bridge' beers tasted different to the ones I had in Burton even though they were from the same batch. 'Bass' however travelled very well and tastes the same anywhere in the Midlands. It could be that some beers cannot be exported out of the Stead but some are designed to be traded away.



Cheers Darran.

... Aeolia, where the storm-clouds have their home, a place teeming with furious winds from the south. Here Aeolus is king, and in a vast cavern he controls the brawling winds and the roaring storms, keeping them curbed and fettered in their prison. Resentfully they rage from door to door in the mountainside, protesting loudly, while Aeolus sits in his high citadel, sceptre in hand, taming their arrogance and controlling their fury.

                        Virgil.  The Aeneid.




           

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