[b]A) Improve Food[/b]

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Voltus looked down into the expansive pits where wheat was grown and smiled, long stalks of swaying gold grew from the fertile soil and were ripened by the loving rays of the sun until they were ready to harvest. Those who were tasked to maintain the farm were already down in the growing pits, pulling the wheat from the ground as children ran behind them, collecting the sheaths and tying them into bundles with loose bits of straw before carrying them out to where a big pile developed. Then a thought dawned on Voltus, 'how are we to make bread with no kiln?' he had heard stories of how wheat was turned into bread by crushing it and mixing the pounder with water and carpet moss but with every variation of bread making he had heard, a kiln was needed to heat the mixture so it became bread but the knowledge of how to make a kiln had been lost. 

Voltus left the grainers to their work and walked back to where most of the tribe was, at the coast, catching clams and setting up flimsy tents to rest in, he would have to address housing later but food seemed to be a higher priority. As he walked he saw a crying child holding the wrist of his mother and pointing into a crackling fire where a doll was burning but as the sovereign looked closer, it wasn't burning, it was just sitting there. He approached the distraught mother and weeping child and crouched by the fire. He darted his hand in and retrieved the doll, burning his hand on the hot charcoal and the toy itself, Voltus dropped the toy on the ground and waved his hand a bit to cool it of it's burning sensation. Upon turning his attention back to the doll, he found it was made of rock and this was strange because the rock would have cracked under the heat of the flame. 

"Tell me child, what is your doll made of?" instead of the child, who was too busy looking at her toy, her mother answered. 

"I made it of the mud from under the bitter river, my liege." she said, pointing to the ocean.

"What is your name?" Voltus asked the little one and with a meep she replied.

"Clay."

After he went to the shore to see if this mud was still there, he was pleasantly surprised ro see that it had not been washed away by the waves of the bitter river. It was a reddy-orange color and had a thick, rich textured consistency. He scooped some up and inspected it, 'if I were to mold this to hold the wheat mixture, it would work well.' he was confident in his judgment, this mud seemed to be resistant to fire once heated and didn't crack. 

Voltus began working on his kiln, making a tunnel out of it that was one cubit high from start to end and three cubits long, with a hole in the back. He smoothed the inside so there was a flat base for the bread to sit on. A group of villagers started to gather around him, holding stone vessels filled with the bread mixture. A mass of hot charcoal was fed into the kiln through the feeding hole behind and the stone vessels were placed in the kiln and slowly, over the period of an hour the bread started to rise and by the end, there was a loaf of bread for each family to enjoy. 

A tribesman approached him, chewing on some bread, "what did you make the kiln from, my liege." Voltus pondered his words for a few moments before answering.

"Clay."

Synopsis: A kiln was made, a long tube 3 meters long and 1 meter in diameter. Hot charcoal would be fed into the back and via radiation of heat traveling down the furnace, the dough rose and bread was made.

Bonus: Pottery was discovered, heavy stone bowls and vessels become obsolete, replaced with lighter, easier to make clay pots and dishes. 
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