Scrimshander
"Before you looms the bone tower of Scrimshander, the City of Remembrance. Ivory structures jut from the pile, supported by buttressing tusks. As your light plays across them, you can make out inscriptions. Names, pictures, and dozens of lost languages."[1]
Scrimshander is a giant underwater repository of knowledge carved in ivory and bone.
Bones Upon Bones[edit | edit source]
"Soldier, scholar, servant of art, Hist'ry welcomes without toll, But be warned, 'ere you depart, None who enter, escape whole."[2]
Here, written upon what might be millions of bones and ivory pieces, lies perhaps the single largest source of stories and recordings of the past. On every wall, there are tales of heroism and dramatic depictions of Neathy epics, the largest source of which are the massive Ivory Archives.[3] No doubt a massive portion of this collection originates from the cardinal rule of Scrimshander: "All are welcome to enter, but none may depart without leaving something of themselves behind."[4] This warning is more literal than one may think; the incense burned by the chroniclers may cause loss of memory,[5][6] vigor,[7] or compassion.[8] The only way to avoid this fate is to leave something more physical behind - like a finger.[9]
History Is What You Make Of It[edit | edit source]
"Inhabitants wear ashen robes and carry steel-tipped bone quills, but you recognise most as Drownies or Chelonate expatriates. While most are quiet and ignore visitors, you hear heated arguments over interpretations of the sacred remains."[10]
"Above, an imperious figure wearing a crown of ivory judges each performance from a raised theatre box. All are served by a single man, weaving between the crowd and wearing a perpetual smirk."[11]
Drownies and Chelonites comprise most of the tower's inhabitants.[12] The two groups are at odds[13] due to their opposite beliefs about what truly shapes history: Chelonites believe that history is shaped by the actions of heroes,[14][15] while Drownies believe that history is shaped by economic and scientific factors, and broader movements that everyone is involved in.[16][17] This battle of beliefs leads the two groups to stage historical plays at the Stage of History.[18]
The individual in charge of the Stage is a jovial man called the Glib Historian, who is happy to award his ivory crown to any play that seems the most convincing at the moment, and believes that "history is what you make of it."[19] The Historian's own past is ironically shrouded in mystery, though perhaps the very first skeleton of Scrimshander provides a clue: a corpse of a massive Midnight Whale, covered entirely with stories written in ancient Greek, and a single crude portrait of the Historian himself (and his "immaculate beard").[20]
WIND WAX-WIND WAX-WIND WAX[edit | edit source]
"Here among the other lost histories, I am hidden from the Presbyterate's agents and oracles. But were I to venture above the waves, the Wax-Wind would find me, and I'd end my days a candle."[21]
The Stygian Repository at the heart of Scrimshander is made of the peligin bones of deep zee-monsters.[22] One person lives here: Mariam, daughter of the Presbyter[23] and once the leader of the Seven Against Nidah.[24] To escape the Presbyter's wrath, she allowed the Fathomking to curse her, turning her skin peligin and making her forget all that she knew.[25] Now she bides her time, trying to remember her past and scheming to bring immortality to all.[26]
Historical and Cultural Inspirations[edit | edit source]
There are no obvious clues as to the identity of the Glib Historian, but an easy guess is the ancient Greek historian Herodotus, who was described by the Roman politician and orator Cicero as "the Father of History." Herodotus provided a wealth of information on ancient civilization that has survived to this day, a sizeable portion of which has been confirmed by modern scholars. That said, he was also criticized even in his own time for making things up, as he was prone to exaggeration and reported many strange stories and folktales alongside his more reliable accounts.
One thing is for certain: if the bust of Herodotus that survives is true to life, he did have quite the fabulous beard.
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