INKTOBER '20 #4 - Radio

There is really no such thing as new technology on Posterra. Everything that seemingly could be discovered, constructed and abused already had its time in the spotlight of cyclical annihilation. Technology was the meaning of apotheosis as well as mighty downfall of dozens of civilizations that infested the globe like fleas on a mangy cat. Nowadays, tech is mostly… found out. Rediscovered. Dug from the ashes and figured out anew. As the pockets of progress and civilization solidify once more on the face of Posterra, more and more individuals have their basic needs fulfilled, safety guaranteed and resources given to put their minds exactly to such a task – digging through the remnants of the lost ages in hope to find something shiny and sensible. And so, Radio became the latest craze! Relatively easy to make and use, a little more troublesome to maintain, it became the vital source of long range connection, short range information sharing and even a tool of freedom, with pirate broadcasters putting their words to the hungry airwaves. But nothing on Posterra could be easy. Radio waves are of course not protected from the touch of the arcane… or the corruption of the Dreadwake. And there are many charming lunatics who see to put on their gloves made of skin of the unfortunate last experiments, cackle over the sparkling guts of a machine and go to town. And so, Radioblins were born – a strange mix of robots and flesh, zombified and programmed with simplistic algorithms. These ungainly creatures act as broadcasters, amplifiers and connectors for the expanding radio network, seeking far places to settle around, bringing the gift of the Radio to secluded places as well as to every corner of grander settlements. Nowadays they are a common sight on the streets and roofs of Wharf Town, polluting the air with the buzzing of their amplifiers, tolerated for the service they offer.