Undead Cabbage wrote:
Now another note for Technology: 18th-19th century gadgets.
How industrial age are the factories? Do we have large, expansive machines? Between industrial machines, and mechanical irons golems (let alone many of Mordenheim's creations), the machines are a lot more reasonable, and wouldn't really affect game play.
Large yes, but not technicly advanced. I see massive looms that needs to be worked by twenty women at a time with only one out of ten factories having the top of the line automlooms. The clothing factories are just as simple with the earliest forms of petal driven sowing machines in long rows with the women and young girls working on them 14+ hours a day in dimly lit warehouses.
The mens factories would be the last to still resist technolgical advancements. The iron works and maufacturing shops would still be done the old way by hand and by sweat. Only the best shops have any sort of safety features and loosing a finger or whole limb is common place.
Are there Bicycles invented? Keeping a horse must get awefully expensive, and bicycles aren't that hard to invent (Divinci had similar gadgets I recall). Of course, should the players get any funny ideas, these bicycles would probably break easily, and be utterly useless in combat.
The fortune of several residents in Shadewell might be riding on the creation of one gadget. Of course, everyone would love to get everyone else's monopoly on a device. Many inventions might be stolen ideas from treachorous partners.
Any one have any other ideas?
I see no problem with bikes as that would open up a way for the Blackchapelites to earn some coin. I invision a small group of cabies driving rickshaws and taking people on tours of the city. They know every nitch and cranny of the city and can, for a silver or two, tell you the dirt on just about anyone, anywhere in the city.
As for the people in Shadewell I forsee a "clockwork culture" sprining up amoung the wealthly. Skilled artisens from Shadewell create both simple clockwork toys like flying birds or tiny soldiers all the way up to vast Rue Goldburgesque autodressers and instant breakfast makers for the rich.
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