Tunesman Isle – Rubbards

Tunesman Isle is the only segment of its kind in the Rubbards. While the isle is but a fraction of the size of the typical Rubbards segment, it carries a storied history beneath its cratered exterior. It is home to the Tunesman and his butler Charles, and a museum dedicated to the past.

The mobile segment

A standard segment like those found in the Rubbards is designed to be more or less stationary. While they are capable of movement, it is not something commonly exploited. The mass of a segment requires an extraordinary amount of power to move, and the inertia of the segment’s travel can have disastrous effects on the structures built upon its surface.

In comparison, Tunesman isle is designed specifically to be mobile. It is relatively light weight, and contains only the bare essentials needed for short-term use. Any structures on its surface are integrated into the segment itself.

During the great war, the isle served as a mobile shelter and transport for resistance forces. To be self-sufficient however, the isle required a steady flow of supplies and resources. When the Rubbards was blockaded at the conclusion of the war, the isle was anchored to segment 05 in the center of the Rubbards.

While no longer mobile, its position gave it a defensive advantage. The isle’s altitude in respect to the Rubbards all but eliminates ground-based assaults, and forces any attackers to take a more visible aerial route.

The Tunesman’s Legacy

In the aftermath of the great war and the fall of the four segments, the world struggled for direction. While the resistance now had the upper hand, few had the will left to fight. Resources in the Rubbards were at an all time low, and another war would simply exhaust what little remained. The people instead grappled with more immediate problems; Where would they sleep? What would they eat? It was then that the Tunesman realized his place.

The war was over, and the resistance had lost. Whatever hatred burned in his soul over the loss of his family would not change that. What mattered now was the preservation of the past. The war had been fought to prevent the things that could happen should the nobility be allowed unchecked power. With their victory, there would surely come a day when a new war was fought – not over ideals, but for freedom.

The nobility knew this too. And so, they began actively destroying the knowledge and science that could be used to plot their downfall. The Tunesman would counter this. He would gather any and all relics he could get his hands on, and curate them for a future that would need them.

In the years since the great war, Tunesman isle has become a museum of the past. Even as his mind grows fuzzy with age, his collections remain frozen in time. By his express wishes, even the exterior of the isle has been left as it was. His countless tomes within tell the story of a world that once was, while the ruins outside show the scars left by its passing. On this isle, there is a book to answer any question – if only he could remember where he put it…