The Knap of Howar on the island of Papa Westray is a Neolithic farmstead which may be the oldest preserved stone house in northern Europe. Radiocarbon dating shows that it was occupied from 3700 BC to 2800 BC, earlier than the similar houses in the settlement at Skara Brae on the Orkney Mainland.The farmstead consists of two adjacent rounded rectangular thick-walled buildings with very low doorways facing the sea. The larger and older structure is linked by a low passageway to the other building, which has been interpreted as a workshop or a second house. Though they now stand close to the shore, they would have originally lain inland. The stone furniture is intact giving a vivid impression of life in the house. Items found in middens (refuse heaps) show that the inhabitants were keeping cattle, sheep and pigs, cultivating barley and wheat and gathering shellfish as well as fishing for species which have to be line caught using boats. Finds of finely-made and decorated Unstan ware pottery link the inhabitants to chambered cairn tombs nearby and to sites far afield including Balbridie and Eilean Domhnuill. The name Howar is believed to be derived from Old Norse word haugr meaning mounds or barrows.
WORTH PARIS BEADED VELVET and LACE DOLMAN, 1880’s.
Cranberry velvet with stand collar having elaborate metallic gold cording and bronze beads, sides of fine cotton net decorated with jet beads in a pattern of bells, all trimmed with ruffled black floral lace and bronze beaded tassels, lined in rust silk faille. Label “Worth Paris”.
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Scenario: The first part was at the beginning of the session. Everyone was walking to their next destination out in an open field when it starts snowing. Like… Heavy snowing. So, it was up to William the Human Warlock, Jun the Wood-Elf Monk, and Vuuvie the-… uh… Vuuvie to do what they could against the elements…
William: *Lifts a hand to catch some snow flakes* “Oh my, it appears that we are due for some bad weather.”
Jun: “Pfft. Worthless, human warlock. He can’t even handle a little bit of cold.”
Vuuvie: “I donno. It feels kinda homey. Like death is trying to snuggle you for some reason.”
Group, and DM: “…”
Vuuvie: “I’m gonna just burrow us a shelter in the ground.”
William:* Gives Vuuvie a look of confusion. * “You… Can burrow?”
Vuuvie: “Are you kidding me?” * Lifts arms in character, but shows a sketch of the character having HUGE monster arms as an out of character action. * “Look at these giant arms! They could bludgeon a gorilla, and emasculate him at the same time!”
DM (OOC): “Okay, roll a survival check for Vuuvie.”
* Instantly rolls a Nat20, and the DM rolls their eyes from behind their screen. *
Vuuvie (OOC): “So, this is how it goes down: Vuuvie just starts winding his arms up, and burrows into the ground like an automatic construction excavator. Pretty soon, he’s just created a huge pile of dirt that has neatly made a large pile outside of the freshly dug hole.”
Jun (OOC): * Already knowing that this was gonna be worth while. * “Can I investigate this?”
* They investigate, and jump down the hole. *
Vuuvie (OOC): “As soon as you jump down, the digging sound ceases. Yet, you are now faced with a large security door bolted into the dirt wall. The door is also made of dirt.”
Jun (OOC): “I knock on the door.”
Vuuvie:* A small pannel in the door slides open revealing a set of eyes. They are obviously Vuuvies. * “No-one sees the wizard! No-way! No-how!”
Jun: “It’s me, Vuuvie.”
Vuuvie: “Oh, okay.”
* The DM is busy laughing their ass off as Vuuvie proceeds to open the door showing a highly detailed, and decorated room with fine decor. Tables, statues, furniture. Even separate rooms with load bearing support beams. All made out of sand. *
Vuuvie: “Please wipe your feet.” * Vuuvie motions to a welcome mat that is also made of sand before walking to a sand-sofa, and turning on a sand-lamp that he casted ‘Light’ on to turn on so that he could read a book made of sand that was titled ‘101 Things You Can Do With Sand - By Vuuvie Jaster.’ * "Make yourself at home. Mi casa, es su casa.“
DM (OOC): “I’m guessing that the ceiling is just a thin layer of dirt, and grass, so it collapses on both of you.”
Vuuvie: “Hm… I feel a draft. Jun, would you be a dear, and turn on the sand-thermostat?"
Peggy and Herschel Post, have long been passionate collectors of fine and decorative art, becoming formidably knowledgeable in the process. ‘We brought only the best pieces from our previous house - they went in to Herschel’s library, now the repository of our treasured possessions from the past,’ says Peggy.
The rich colour scheme of the library was determined by a Mannerist painting by the sixteenth century artist Francesco Morandini. The red veneer of he bookcases intermingles with warm browns, and provides a fitting environment for the scattered Grand Tour souvenirs and Babylonian bronzes. The chair is covered in a Claremont damask.