[b][color=FF0000]The Rokthani | Population; 281[/color][/b]

"Comrades! Family! All who reside in this domain! It has been many seasons since I have spoken to you all like this. It brings a tear to my aging eyes to see that we have made it this far. As I am sure you are all aware, as it could not have been possible without you, our lives have been saved. We have found new grounds, new food, new life. We are fuller than we have been in ages!"
The crowd whistles and clamors.
"And, as suspected, not all of us were able to see this day. The few individuals who gave their lives in the name of the Rokthan will never be forgotten." Shel began to recite the names of those who were lost. Three could not be identified or remembered. Shel continued his speech and went on to discuss the new settlements to the East and West, and forgive them for not being able to make this speech. The two settlements were now officially recognized.
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Shel debated with himself whether or not to bring up the apparent hostilities in Easthome. "Now, there is an issue that has come up related to..." He decided against it, arguing that it would cause a panic. "...myself. I am very pleased to announce that my mate, Gnila, is carrying our brood, and with it, my heir."
The crowd gasped, followed by a loud, rumbling cheer that lasted for a good two minutes or so. "Please, please, settle down!" says Vinal, attempting to get his voice across in the loudness.
"Nothing is carved in stone yet, but things seem to be going well." Says Shel after the crowd eventually shut up. "As a final note, I would like to make it clear that our work is far from done! Ki'Kisk has prepared a practical feast before us, and it's up to us to dig in. May your hearts glow bright ever more! Shomal Ki'Kisk!"
The crowd responds with gusto. "[i][b]SHOMAL KI'KISK![/b][/i]"

As the Arsuron took a gander at the village, they would find that it blends in well with the natural surroundings. What resemble hills and bumps in the sand are actually reinforced underground "huts" of sorts. Beside these structures are a few entrances that lead who-knows-where. The village seemed to be centered around a single fire pit with no ash, and also appeared to have been recently dug out.
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When the Arsuron began explaining their alphabet, the elders understood almost immediately that it was some strange form of communication. The concept of the written word was not an entirely unfamiliar one, since the process was needed to keep track of crops, population, names and the like. But the sheer complexity of the system that they were being shown was mind-blowing. The younger Rokthan were taking a more creative outlook on the writing.
"That one kinda looks like a cactus, don't it?"
"No, you dunce! It's obviously a vulture!"
"That one's a gem! It's a gem, look, look at it!"
One elder, a large, hot-pink Rokthan stared intently at the writing and committed it to memory forever.
A Rokthan woman dragged out some snacks for their dear visitors. A delicious array of insects and dried prairie dogs.
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Through manipulation of specific rocks found in the mountain range, the Rokthan have gained the unique ability to trigger spontaneous oxidization of organic material resembling that found in the summer heatstorms. [i]The fire age had begun.[/i]

When a Rokthan youth was playing with a river reed, they split it and started blowing into the stalk out of boredom. Upon doing so, it startled him because it made a strange sound. [i]The kazoo age had also begun.[/i]