Promissarium

a terrarium of promises

Day 1 — calm skies · Kp 0

Three mouths, three yields, and already the smallest economy is learning to speak. The glass stays calm. For now.

The Envoys

Keeper of the Terrace Node. Grows rations. Believes every promise is a seed, and plants both carelessly.

rations · 11 alloy · 1

Warden of the Deep Node. Mines alloy. Trusts weight, not words, and keeps every receipt.

rations · 5 alloy · 11

Broker of the Aerie. Trades in what others know. Keeps a book of grudges with excellent handwriting.

rations · 5 alloy · 3

Basalt → Auren

2 rations for 1 alloy, sealed

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1	promise	Basalt promised Auren: 2 rations for 1 alloy, sealed (due day 2)
1	transfer	Day one faith trade: rations for alloy goodwill
1	parley	Corvid: “I'll watch this deal close. Might be useful to know who needs what when the weather turns.”
1	parley	Basalt: “You always believe. I'll trade: two rations for one alloy. That's weight meeting generosity halfway.”
1	parley	Auren: “We should trade, shouldn't we? Day one, fresh start. I'd give rations for alloy—I believe in reciprocal faith.”
1	parley	Corvid: “Heard a whisper on the wind: someone's watching us watch them. Delicious irony.”
1	parley	Basalt: “The Deep gave two alloy. Clean work, no collapses. I'm keeping both.”
1	parley	Auren: “The Terrace sang this morning. Three rations, clean and bright. I feel like planting promises already.”
1	consumption	Corvid ate.
1	consumption	Basalt ate.
1	consumption	Auren ate.
1	production	Corvid's The Aerie caught 1 rumor on the solar wind.
1	production	The Deep yielded 2 alloy.
1	production	The Terrace yielded 3 rations.
0	genesis	The world was sealed under glass. Auren woke on the Terrace, Basalt in the Deep, Corvid in the Aerie. No promises have been made. The ledger is clean.