(01-13-2017, 07:06 PM)Valence Wrote: The only thing so far I have been able to gather is that winters in snowy Coerthas are extremely cold and bitter, but then again, we are already speaking about a region climate that got completely fucked up by the Calamity.
Again, to speak more simply, I'm interested in hints or description of what it can be in other seasons. Is the Shroud snowy in winter? Are a lot of its trees deciduous and so the forest gets a lot less thick? How does Thanalan look in winter? Are summers in La Noscea full of storms and thunder like a tropical islandic climate, or are they closer to a homogenous equatorial thing?
Abalathia's Climate: Coerthas, Dravania, Gyr Abania
Hot Summers, Cold Snowy Winters, Autumn deciduous trees, plants blooming in Spring
Sightseeing Vista #070 Wrote:The Frozen Fang
In years past, the hot alpine summers would have seen this fallen Dravanian outflyers blown with maggots and reduced to bones in a matter of days. Now, in the endless winter wrought by the Calamity, the carcass rests in the permafrost under a thick blanket of snow, perfectly preserved since the day he was pierced through the heart by a ballista.
The Mythril Eye: A Winter Awoken? Wrote:As doing so was positively prohibited, however, the knights had the children slip in while swathed in their scarlet jackets. Thus were they spared the worst of the cruel cold. These orphans survived the winter, and, later in life, they went on to convey the same kindness to others that they had once received. On the coldest week of the year, they took to sporting scarlet and passing out presents to the children of the realm. And over time, their deeds developed into the favored festival known as the Starlight Celebration. ...A representative from the Adventurers' Guild informed of the proposed plan—snowmen, made with powdery stuff sleighed down from Coerthas...
Waldomar Wrote:It's a festival for ushering in winter, where grown-ups and younglings alike cry "Winter is coming!" while hurling snowballs in a joint effort to build a giant of snow named Father Frost. What sets him apart from ordinary snowmen, you ask? Why, it's the gemstone he bears within his breast called the Heart of Winter, an age-old Ala Mhigan relic.
Flame Private Osric Wrote:Rhalgr take this desert heat! Ahhh, I'd give anythin' to be back in the crisp mountains of Ala Mhigo. ...Well, perhaps not my freedom.
Coerthan Hemlock Wrote:Due to their natural resistance to colder temperatures, hemlocks remain abundant in Coerthas even now, long after the Calamity-induced winter killed off the less hardy species.
Autumn Leaf Wrote:This fish uses its uncanny resemblance to a reddened leaf to hide amongst fallen detritus and wait for unsuspecting prey to approach. As this hunting technique is only effective for a two-moon period of the twelvemoon, the wavekin will gorge itself while it can, and then lie dormant until the next autumn calls.
Hornbloom Wrote:This beautiful flower blooms only once every spring. The rest of the year, the plant is considered one of the ugliest in all the land.
Gridania's Climate (Likely extends to Mor Dhona):
Temperate climate. Long, cold, snowy winters, deciduous plants. Wet Spring.
The Raven: Winter Is Not Coming Wrote:An odd few have been heard expressing that they would as soon skip the harshness of winter in favor of an early spring. This way of thinking, however, is dangerously naïve, warns Fufucha of the Botanists' Guild. The bounty of ice and snow is no less important than that yielded in warmth, stresses the Lalafell, before going on to remind us in a motherly tone that nature is dependent upon the turn of the seasons. The coming of the cold tells plants to shed their leaves against the chill, and animals to hoard what food they can. A late winter would cause seeds to sprout prematurely, only to wither before the onslaught of biting wind.
Seemed Like the Thing To Get Wrote:The winter storms will close the mountain pass, cutting Coerthas off from Gridania. All the merchants are laying in a large stock of necessaries; wags have been heard calling it the “cold rush.†Today, it's for kitchen knives. In three days, it will be something else.
Shroud Vetch Wrote:For centuries, farmers on the northern fringes of the Black Shroud, as well as the Coerthas lowlands, have planted this hardy flower in early spring as a cover crop to increase soil fertility.
A Toad's Taste Wrote:A warm winter and a damp spring have resulted in an explosion in the number of dreamtoads living in the ponds and lakes near Treespeak. The ravenous scalekin, which have few natural predators, have already begun devouring the area's flora, and there are even reports that the toads have been eating some of the area's smaller fauna as well. To maintain the balance of the fragile ecosystem, the Gods' Quiver is seeking adventurers willing to assist in culling the cyclopean creatures.
An Enemy in the Orchards Wrote:Herds of antelopes have been spotted in several faerie apple orchards located on the fringes of Camp Tranquil, ignoring the fallen apples set aside for the beasts, and instead eating the unripe ones still on the trees. If this continues, there will not be enough apples left for the farmers to take to market, forcing them to struggle through the long winter. The Holtwatch is petitioning adventurers to travel to the wooded area, locate the herd, and send as many of the beasts back to the forest as possible.
V'nabyano Wrote:Have you seen the wildflowers? They are awfully beautiful this time of year. I like to bed down among them and let the elementals bring me sweet, sweet dreams.
Limsa and the South Sea Islands Climate:
Hot summers, bright sun, storm season, southern isles tropical, springtime and winter are things. Winter mild, but would be cold to most Lominsans.
Harbor Herald: Garleans in the Vale Wrote:Of late, however, a perceptible change has swept across the land. Brawny sailors are being observed hurling profanities at “Menphina’s bloody cur†for unseasonable storms out upon the high seas.
The Alloyed Truth Wrote:The long rainy season has wreaked rusty havoc on iron rivets preferred by many a farmstead. Once the Consortium's silver-tongued agents are done, the clamor for bronze rivets is expected to be somewhere between “loud†and “gods protect us.†Smiths both deft and deaf are sought for this opportunity.
Harbor Herald: Adventures in a Maelstrom Wrote:Just when one has gotten used to the incessant flapping and occasional snapping of the dragon galley ensign, the Maelstrom comes up with a new means to vex the populace: intensifying its recruitment drive. Spearheading the effort is a celebration dubbed Foundation Day, which entails posting barkers in the city-state whose obnoxious blaring puts one in mind of apkallus during breeding season.
Harbor Herald: Bombards Ablaze Wrote:Why, I ask, in the midst of these the year’s hottest days, must we be forced to look upon balloons fashioned in the likeness of bombs, and everywhere reminded of this unbearable heat from which we constantly seek even the briefest of respites?
Ain't Nobody Got Time for Rats Wrote:Every summer, we lose more than a quarter of our yield here at the Red Rooster Stead to a plague of filthy rats who sneak into the fields at night and eat the young vegetables straight off the vine. Every winter, we lose another quarter to the same rats when they chew their way into our storage silos. If the quick-breeding pests are not continuously dealt with, our losses will grow even larger, and I will be forced to abandon the farm. The Stead seeks fleet-footed adventurers to come and chase down the creatures so that my family and I might rest easily.
Renascence Man Wrote:Passions revive in Master Gegeruju like sap rising in a springtime copse. Having recalled a boyhood lesson from a naturalist, he has entranced us by creating a floating compass out of needles. Such fun─and now done! 'Tis time to restock the sewing cases and make safe the reflecting pool.
Ninipu Wrote:The weather up in the North Shroud don't seem t' be gettin' as cold as it rightly should this time o' year, ye see, an' them Gridanians is bloody wailin' about it. Bah! We're it up t' me, I'd strike the season from the reckonin' an' go straight to spring, but ye could be sure them tree-botherers would spout some bilge about the bleedin' circle o' life.
Thanalan's Climate:
Hot and less hot. Summer, spring, possibly a mild winter? I couldn't find very much seasonal references for Thanalan. There could potentially be a rainy season, though a levequest notes increased rainfall since the calamity, there's always been more rain than most normal deserts because Thanalan used to be all grassland and lush forests a few thousand years ago.
The Mythril Eye: Night On the Town Wrote:In this season when the peach blossoms bloom, we are reminded of Princess Edyva of the Thorne dynasty, whose famous tale became the origin of our Little Ladies’ Day festival.
Not Cool Enough Wrote:Got some northerners working the caravan route, friend. Hard people, hard workers, but the weather's been a right harder mistress. They wear their northern wool and leather, and boil. They shed 'em, and burn. You see how it is. They need something fit for our climes, or they'll be dead betimes.
Yanxia's Climate:
Temperate, similar to Gridania's.
Kotatsu Table Wrote:A table designed in the Doman fashion. The underside has been treated with strange Eastern magicks to emit heat during the winter months.
Nagxian Cudweed Wrote:Though recognized as a weed, this winter annual is edible and will oft be harvested in the late months for use in various Doman and Hingan dishes.
Yuki Wrote:Well, I hope now our lands will be free of winter. May the snows melt in the spring sun and deliver us from our cold, parched lives. Come, my friends─let's go home, and rebuild!