The Cindorayi Republic, Population: 163, Year 22 IL, Age of the Quarter Moon

Around the town of Lunysvet now stood a six-foot wall of stone held together by fired glina. As a few builders placed the last stone into place from on top of an improvised scaffold, and the nearby Cindorayi cheered. Though the project was heavily experimental, and the wall was hardly an immense construction, it would provide a basis of knowledge for all future stone architectural projects, some already considering how a stone entranceway would be made.

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In the village of Tyrnovuna, the closest to where Sonya's group and the Snow Brutes met, the two parties arrived. They would arrive upon the site of a small farming village with a cluster of around thirty houses surrounded by farms cultivated mostly with mifan (rice) but also other vegetables. There was also a small orchard of fruit trees. As the villages forty-two inhabitants emerged from their houses, Sonya began telling them about their meeting and the farmers offered them small gifts of mifan, various fruits, and meat. Sonya expressed to the Snow Brutes that a few villages lay down the road in the other direction, and named the various things that they were given, along with the houses, farms and tools in an effort to teach them the language.

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Nadya carried around a few of the fabric-producing worms in their cocoons, trying to get someone to help her think of a way to detach the fabric without destroying it. As she passed by the cook, Artyomu, he said, "What is it that you have there?"

Reluctant to talk to the cook but desperate for help, Nadya approached. "This worm produces a beautiful and soft material, and I'm trying to figure out how to get it off delicately." Artyomu touched it and laughed. "You're ridiculous. There's no way you can just take this thing's cocoon. Way too delicate for you to remove by hand. The only thing this is useful for is eating." He tossed it into the clay pot in front of him filled with boiling water.

Nadya exclaimed in horror and tried to catch it, but was too late and it splashed down to the bottom. The cocoon, however, immediately began loosening and floated up to the top, leaving the worm at the bottom, at which both Artyomu and Nadya were dumbfounded. He blinked a few times, and said, "Well, I suppose you can have your fish and eat it too." He took two nearby wooden sticks, and maneuvering them picked up the silk cloth and placed it in Nadya's hands. She smiled, and dropped the remaining worms into the pot.

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Masonry: 4/4
Stone tools: 6/8
Writing: 5/6
Animal Husbandry: 1/5

"Sithel!"

The hunter turned as one of the Saurians of his new hunting party called out to him. "What is it?" He asked.

"We think we found the old camping site of Senith's party!" Explained the hunter. He pointed towards a small clearing some distance away into the swamp.

"Perfect," Replied Sithel. "That means we must be close to the kryan as well as the edge of the swamp. We'll be in unknown lands soon enough."

"Shall we start searching for kryan then?" Asked the hunter.

"Yes, start now and look for them while you can. I don't want us to waste too much time looking for kryan, though. We have much land to explore, I'm sure."

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The hunting—or scouting—party consisted of an average seven Saurians. No females were present this time, though. "The time of children" as they called it, had already started; bringing the huntresses on a long trip such as this one could have proven dangerous. Sithel, excited as he was to continue their journey, didn't want any distractions.

The first few days in the southernmost swamps were spent hunting after the kryan birds. While the meat most certainly wouldn't last for when they returned to the village, they knew that the feathers and other miscellaneous resources would prove useful.

At last, on the third day of the hunt, one of the hunters was lucky to spot a kryan. They managed to kill it, and they happily prepared it for the night.

"Have you noticed," Said one of the hunters to Sithel that night, "that there aren't any teskur down here?"

Sithel took a moment to finish chewing his mouthful before replying. "The dirt here isn't like the dirt around the village. Teskur are big and heavy. They wouldn't like it here."

"True, true," Murmured the hunter. There was a short uncomfortable pause as the two continued eating in silence next to each other. Finally, the hunter remembered something he wanted to mention. "Sithel, what if we can't find our way back? We have always used the lake to find the village. What will we do if we continue beyond?"

"We won't," Sithel replied simply. "We will keep the lake in sight. We still have much to explore. We haven't seen the other side of the water. Maybe there isn't one. We won't know until we have gone to see for ourselves."

The next morning, the hunters quickly gathered up all their supplies in preparation for the rest of their trip. Everyone was anxious. No other Saurian had ever ventured farther from the village than that point. They would finally step into truly unknown lands...


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After a few days of observing how the cabin held up, everyone agreed that the construction was a success. It was larger, tougher, and more stable. It was a definite upgrade, but the obvious difficulty was the time and effort it took to build even one of these buildings. Despite this obstacle, the village was determined to rebuild everyone's huts.

One morning, Senith and Sithalin were resting in their cabin, idly chipping spearheads.

"Father," Senith suddenly said.

"Hmm?" Replied Sithalin distractedly.

"Do you think those hunters will find anything interesting on their travels?" Asked Senith curiously.

"I don't know," Sithalin admitted. "No one has been that far before. We have always been right here."

"But then when did we get here?" Senith wondered.

Sithalin paused. "No one remembers," He finally said after a short while.

Senith sat there quietly for a while, scratching at his fin before getting up. "I'm going out for a bath," Announced Senith before making his way to the doorway.

He brushed past the leaf curtain. He blinked in the bright sunlight as he gazed around the village. Already, he could see construction of another cabin starting nearby. He would've gone to help, but he was still feeling sore from the previous construction. He wanted to relax for a while.

He left the village and followed the lake's shore for some short distance until he found a small cluster of bushes which provided a reasonable amount of privacy. He stripped out of his loincloth and decorative straps and bands. He sank into the cool water and quickly felt himself calm.

After several days of hard work, it felt good to relax for once. The log cabin's construction was certainly difficult. Lots of energy was wasted on mistakes and pointless effort. It was their first time building anything like it. They barely knew what they were doing.

Now that they knew what to do, however, Senith was certain that the new cabins would take much less time and effort to build.

A stray thought popped into his head. Syera who had been the very saurian who dreamed up the idea, had not yet seen the finished product. He scratched at a scale on his arm as he pondered. It would be a most… inconvenient time to visit her alone in her hut to tell her. He wasn't sure if he should even bother. He couldn't help feeling, however, that she deserved to see the results.

Finally making up his mind, he climbed out of the lake, dressed himself again, and made his way back to the village. He was almost taken aback at the sudden change. Already another two huts had been torn down to make way for the new cabins. It was obvious that the villagers were excited to make the upgrades.

Before long, he found himself at Syera's hut. He paused in front of the doorway for a moment, once again questioning whether he should speak with her during this time. Finally, he steeled himself and stepped through the leaf curtain.

Syera was sitting in the corner of the hut, a half-finished spearhead in her hands. Lying on a square of hide next to her were another ten fully finished spearheads. The hut seemed to be filled with a strange smell. Senith quickly noticed her bright orange neck when she looked up at him as he entered.

"Senith..." She murmured quietly.

"S-Syera, I just wanted to tell you that the log cabin was finished… You haven't seen it yet, have you?"

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"Sir, you called me?" Asked the hunter politely, stepping through the cabin's doorway.

"I want you gather a small group of fishers," Said Sithalin. "This is something I've almost forgotten to address. I want you to commence a search in the lake. I won't be able to join you today, I'm too tired right now."

"What exactly will we be looking for, chief?"

"Fish," Explained Sithalin, "Or anything that might explain why the fish aren't here anymore. If we could perhaps remove it somehow, we may not need to make such long trips to catch fish anymore."

"Very well. I shall get on that," Said the hunter. Without another word, he exited the cabin.

Sithalin sighed and picked up his spearhead and went back to chipping away at its edge.

The Herenthor, Population:110

A young boy named Hmph was at his finished hut in the forest. This had become the spot where he had spent most of his time the last couple of months. He thought about how the tribe had began to rely more and more on hunting, and many men had died as a result. Hmph's father was one of them. Earlier this day Hmph overheard a couple tribe members discussing kicking him out of the tribe! Their reasoning was that the boy was not only a slow learner, and made no effort to fix the fact he was not as skilled at survival as he should be. He would often retaliate at anyone who tried to push him work hard. They believed he was beginning to live off the tribe without pulling his own weight. Hmph realized that this was probably true, but he didn’t like it.

The boy sat there, chewing on a Meesk's (Or Somph in Herenthorese) rib. Hmph’s only friend in the world popped out of the bushes. It was an animal that looked like a wolf with a anteaters trunk, Hmph called this one Ferf. The boy tossed his pet the rib bone and Ferf proceed to suck the marrow out of the center. These animals were able to find nutrients in all parts of any animal.

"If only they would appreciate me!" Hmph explained, using the animal as a sounding board, "I can run and build, but that isn't good enough for them. 'He can't make stone claws that are sharp, or even do a good job of tying them on.' or 'He can't track a Pherp off of a two day trail, he's hopeless!'. They want too much." As he finished his rant, Hmph looked up to see that Ferf had caught a Thith, a pesky rodent that was destroying crops, and cut it open. He was now helping itself to some brain matter and more bone marrow. “You have a knack for findings those,” Hmph mused. That’s when it hit him, he could solve the problem! If he used the animals like Ferf to stop the Thith from destroying crops, there was no way they could kick him out.

Domestication ¼

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Three Herenthor, named Feeb, Phlubee, and Ruffh, were in a particularly bad mood today. It was the couple’s, Feeb and Phlubee, turn to try and teach the orphan child, Hmmph, survival lessons. Ruffh was there because had stubbed his toe one too many times today. With anger, they brought their issue to Phamp, the village elder. The three believed that Hmph was becoming a burden, and that he should be expelled from the tribe.

Feeb walked up to the elder and stomped her foot before she began, “Phamp, there is an issue we must discuss! The young… Monster!” Feeb’s wasn’t referring to Hmph, but to a deep black creature that fell from the branches of a nearby tree. It was smallish, about the size of an adolescent Herenthor who hadn’t quite reached maturity. Soon the creature was running off, faster than any Herenthor could follow.

“Ruffh, I have a job for you,” muttered Phamp.

@Father Dagon

There was a moment of silence as Cor and Ima looked at each other with a pleasant expression before the white furred Soruli turned and made a caw for attention to the three creatures below.

Holding up the red fruit for a moment, he waved pleasantly making a graceful leap down to the ground with his brown eyes curved upward.

Keeping a small distance between himself and the three creatures, he waits for a moment, observing them. He pauses, his eyes focusing on the muzzle of the leader as the fruits in his hold drop to the ground.

Cor makes a worried cooing sound, lifting a hand to touch a mirror of the location on his own face, quickly reaching down to grab at a folded leaf held around his waist by a piece of vine, pulling it from the make-shift belt to unfold it.

A thick light orange paste rests within and Cor alternates his gaze from it to the leader before dabbing at it with his fingertip and rubbing the paste into the spot on his own face where the scar would be to demonstrate its usage.

He extends to folded leaf toward the leader, eyes conveying worry and his coos of concern continuing to come forth as he shifts from foot to foot.

The trio looked at the white creature with brown eyes that seemed to be their leader, intrigued by the use of the leaf and what it contained. The two females took a step back and watched carefully as the male took one step forward, taking in the sweet scent of the orange paste, tilting his head.

He eyed how the white one rubbed the paste along what would be where his own scar was and gently prodded a claw down into it, tilting his head. As the paste had no horrible effect against him, he pushed two fingers into the paste and padded it out over his scar, a tingling, soft feeling moving through his body as the tense flesh relaxed. He gave up a soft purring sound, his tail wagging slowly.

He looked at the white one and smiled.

"Thank you, graceful... What do they call you?"

One of the females spoke softly.

"I do not think they understand us. All they have said so far is exactly what we said."

The male nodded lightly and turned back to the bird, pointing at him, then tilting his head in a curious way.

Time: Era of Gray (no precise timekeeping system developed)

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Time Will Show

@Elitestpotato
Near Faw, the Platta around think they made a misinterpretation about what Faw had meant. The Platta, including Cyrie, figure mistranslation was likely given the differences of language and culture, so try again to interpret it. The Platta had never considered much in the idea of camouflage or painting oneself, but they now begin to consider it. With the self-dyeing idea, the thought is Faw means to address the use of the dyes to color life (such as Faw) more like the surroundings. One reason this idea hadn't occurred to them before is because the Platta see too much of nature's colors as meaning and not as a tool. But with this new idea, the Platta explore this further, getting more of the dyes of the shades of green and brown. In addition to trying to help Faw with the 'blending', some Platta also try this self-dyeing nearby on themselves.

During this, a younger Platta named Jum who has recently started their individual journey in learning the color symbolism of themselves tries brown dye on themselves. A mark is made, but they wonder what it means. They know it represents humility and horror depending on the context, but they don't know what to make of it for themselves. Does it mean they are horrible? or humble? Humility is generally viewed as helpful, but this lack of context makes them wonder what to make of it. They ask the Platta with the white cloth and they respond that dyeing the self has never been explored before, and that it is likely up to them to figure it out. That Platta thinks about it for awhile, but remains unsure.

Meanwhile, a food gatherer group in the north talk in private about how they think Platta will eventually need more food, and thus expand, and thus need more food, but as they expand, this will be harder to sustain. They see no way to prevent this unless more reliable means of food gathering show themselves. They discuss how even before the change to make all scouts, food shortages were arising, but they don't know how to address this. Some discuss how food seems to only resupply itself in time, and in places where there are no Platta, the food supply is generally higher because they haven't been there yet. They wonder if there was a way to make the supply come back faster, but so far, no ideas present themselves. They decide, until another means can be found, all they can do is keep expanding.

@Valkyr
After the discussion to happen, the explorers of the northern area work to explore more north. As there is a lake there, the exploration is done in three main ways, to the west and east to see how far the line of water travels, and within the water to see how useful fishing can be. As the latter is done, it is clear the lake is larger than could be swam through like the river. But in the eastern exploration, unknowingly, about 8 Platta circle the lake to see how far the edge goes, heading in the general direction of the Saurians. Two are armed with weak wooden weapons, two carry cloth on which dyes are placed, and two are children, and they are all traveling closely together. None appeared to be a leader if one looked.

Arsuron

Population: 212

Arsur Coast: 64 (4 Illis)
River Camp: 62 (2 in Rokthan Territory; 4 Illis)
Lotus Colony: 67 (6 in Soruli Territory; 2 Illis)

= Trading Posts [+]

Yijen Fork Trading Post: 9 (6 Arsuron; 5 Illis)

Technological Progress [+]

• Copper Working: 7/8
• Dolphin Domestication: 6/10
• Improved Land Architecture: 3/5
• Bätänjűr (Arsuron Ninjutsu): 2/8
• Mathematics: 1/6

The Problem of Succession, Transportation and Moon Cycles

The Long Era of Anam had come to an end. The old chief lay dead, living a long life of 12 úsrog (60 years). The people of the Arsur coast drapped their lost leader in a sheet of reed fiber cloth, his name written across the death shroud as the body was lowered into a specialized boat, made in the old tradition of reed bundles. As the bearers swam the boat out to sea, they filled the boat with stones and sealed it shut with the traditional covering of the boat coffin. As the sealed boat sank down into the ocean, the many Arsuron took their place on the shoreline to grieve. Many made offerings to Yi'am, hoping the sea would be merciful on Anam's soul as it returned to the ocean. A tomb had been constructed not to far from Anam's home in River Camp, where his mask was first cleaned, and then placed on a shelf to remain for all time. On this day, all Arsuron would be given a day off work, and tomorrow would be the initiation of the new chief, Anam's 3 úsrog year old daughter (15 years), BisreH.

On the day of the initiation, the new chief was renamed from BisreH to AnreH, to signify her transition into Adulthood.

In the first challenge, AnreH was to carve a new mask, one similar to her father's yet with her own personal alterations. The Mask would be created within only a few hours, carved directly from the great whale bone as was traditional. AnreH was next to done the dress of a chief, in her case a long dress made from woven reed fibers and a dyed cloak soaked in the blood red coloration of the Lotus Colony. Next she would be instructed in what was currently known on the subject of Copper Working. Copper had become synonymous with high class, and only skilled tool makers, who had been ascended to nobility through work with copper and the chief herself would be allowed to even touch raw copper, for to cast copper was to have power. Copper working is still primitive, with no known method to cast molten copper into shapes.

By the end of the day, the people were invited to a public festival, with freshly hunted dolphin meat and the finest smoked and salted fish provided from the mariculture farmers. For dessert, sugary paper reed pulps, and bloodwood fruit fresh from Lotus Colony.

But not all was well. On her first true day of rulership, AnreH was approached by her advisor, AntekH, who was warning that the system of counting úsrog and moon cycles was a poor method of keeping time. He also brought to her attention that there was no good way of moving north of the Rokthan, as rivers were not able to access past the vast desert.

"Why not create a river?" AnreH spoke, as if this suggestion was at all feasible.

"Madame, it is simply not possible. We know so little about the way that rivers work. The need to count and measure the lands is simply too advanced for our understanding of numbers!" AntekH spoke

AnreH scoffed, "Nonsense, I know many who study numbers, who could solve the problem of building rivers and keeping track of moon cycles."

"Madame, you do not mean the likes of those hermits who speak of things like values of nothing and formulas! They are madmen obsessed with the pseudowork of Mathematics!"

"If you haven't noticed, AntekH, Mathematics solves many of the problems you face," AnreH then turned to her advisor, looking him straight in the eyes. "Why do you fear and shun Mathematics? Do you even understand it?"

"Well...no madame, but they say it is a dark art that warps the mind. That people who treat physical things like numbers as if they are theoretical and spiritual will loose track of reality..."

AnreH simply scolded her advisor, "Do not attack that which you do not understand. Especially if it may help you"

AntekH sighed at the though of having to work with mathematics cultists. He just imagined them, holed up in monasteries, strange buildings built on land to keep away outsiders. "What do you want me to do, madame?"

"I want you to recruit the mathemeticians and learn from them, help them develop their craft, and give as much support to them to end their stigma and get them to work together. When they are learned we may use them to perfect our time keeping and build canals to reach the far ends of the lands. I will send a scouting party out to the far north to survey the land and inform us of what they find. Perhaps if we find intelligent life, they can help us in creating our goals."

Exploring the North
Long after the decree of the new chief, 4 Arsuron found themselves traveling north, first by boat and then by foot.

Across the long desert, as was typical but not particularly enjoyable, the Arsuron treked, for days on end. Water and food had become scarce, but this is typical of an Arsuron scout. What was not normal was the lack of any wild game for hunting or even the odd plant for foraging. It was obvious that somthing was not normal in this part of the desert. Eventually, the Arsuron had come in contact with a mountain range; majestic and tall. But what caught their attention was something else. What appeared to be a person, the most humanoid one they had seen in their travels save for the Illis. But what really caught the attention of the four travellers was the youthful beauty of this figure, and the powerful wings around their hips. One of the explorers called out to the figure, hoping to catch their attention.
@orangebox

Uaru Mountain Family-Clans

Population: 64, with 4-7 in each family. There are 3 major families and 9 minor families.

The Bird of Paradise

WIP

- Red dye from an insect discovered.

Visitors

A pair of Uaru hunters scoured the lands as they soared in the sky. Sometimes, they would return aground as they keenly followed the hoof tracks of what seemed to be a gyag. Gyags were beasts native to the land; large herbivores that walked on fours and had a thick earthen colored coat, possessed fine flesh and fat for a feast but were armed with a tusk and a pair of horns on the head. Coupled by an aggressive nature when provoked, the gyags were known to have skewered many Uaruins that were too careless in handling these mighty mountain beasts. However, the duo were experienced hunters - having hunted in these plains and countless gyags for many years.

The hoof tracks trailed down to the foot of the glacial mountain as the duo silently followed. The duo eventually spotted movement in the direction of the desert. Rather than a gyag, they noticed a group of foreign beings, the bright blue of their skin contrasted by the yellow sand. These beings walked on two legs and seemed organized as well.

The hunter duo became curious and decided to put the hunt off for another time. The elder male Uaru - identified by his rather intricate hair-braids in the color of the sun with streaks of white and a large fur overcoat, urged the younger female to conceal herself in the trees.

The younger female Uaru with hair the color of autumn leaves sporting a single braid to the back meekly obeyed as she hid herself on the canopy of a tree. She strung her wooden bow with efficiency and drew two arrows from the arrow holster hung on her right waist - gripping the feathered part of the bow tightly in between her fingers. She kept her eyes over the elder Uaru vigilantly, understanding her role to assist if necessary.

The elder male Uaru then approached the visitors. It wasn't long before the four foreigners noticed the winged humanoid approaching them from the sky, to which they vocalized out in a seemingly friendly tone. Returning the favor, he landed and attempted to communicate with the four tall individuals nearly twice his height, as he began vocalizing his words - oblivious to the fact that both spoke very different languages. Upon closer inspection, he noted that they had a rather glossy skin that was the color of the sky and glimmered radiantly under the light. He wanted to remark of its beauty - as he then tried his best at gesturing with his arms accompanied by vocalizations. Of course, the language barrier was never that easily broken.

However, these foreigners were considered travelers, and as tradition dictates, they must be welcomed appropriately. The elder Uaru smiled and gestured towards them, hoping that they would understand that he meant 'follow' and started pacing towards the mountain. With a loud whistle that mimicked what seemed to be bird, the elder Uaru signaled for the female Uaru in hiding. She understood, placed her arrows back into the holster and efficiently unstrung her bow before she proceeded to land near the elder one - giving off quick glances once in a while to the strangers as she paced beside the elder Uaru. Her height was noticeably shorter than of the elder one now that they walked side by side, but both equally effeminate looking.

@Nerevarine

Alvith Population: 187 - Age of Two Villages

Happenings in Village of Scalo
A time of mourning was upon village of Scalo. Having lived a long and full life, being a chief almost constantly since youth the great Scalo Kriivith passed in night. Grasses and wood were gathered to perform last rites for Scalo. Bonfire would blaze when sun was high in sky so Great Serpent could see that Scalo Kriivith had lived life to its fullest. Ashes of the fallen Chief were scattered upon winds to be one with the Great Serpent. The second strongest of village Krascalo Vith was made the Chief of village. Chief Krascalo would lead his son Caalo Vith outside village to speak out of ear shot of other villagers who were cleaning up remnants of bonfire. The new Chiefs son Caalo was only around age of a teenage Alvith and would have years before started fighting adults to show strength.

"Caalo, I Chief. Strongest of village. You lead in time. I Krascalo, I Chief and son strong. Caalo born to lead." Spoke Chief Krascalo to his son Caalo.
"Father, I Caalo be strong. Show strength, become strongest after Chief!" Spoke Caalo boasting to his father. Chief Krascalo.
"Good, strength good. Caalo born to be strongest!" Spoke Chief Krascalo to his son Caalo having vision of one day being bested by his son in ritual battle.

The death of Scalo had upset Raclo some. All of Raclo life he had remembered Scalo as a figure of strength. As a child the strength of Scalo had motivated Raclo to try his hardest to be strongest he could be. While never being one of strongest in village Raclo was in the top ten. Raclo had a strong sense of his place and his strength which had let to him having honor of being one to deliver food to Scalo and for brief time Rielo when under rule of Chief Rielo. When approached by Chief Krascalo Vith and offered same position as with Kriivith family, Raclo declined wanting to spend more time with rocks and teach one of children how to butcher Ogurk. Raclo and Maule had been blessed by Great Serpent to have two strong children. While Maule had daughter the oldest out training to learn how to herd Ogruk, Raclo had son who was youngest with him to learn how to properly butcher a Ogurk.
In new found free time Raclo did have more time to work on trying to figure out how to break rocks in way to make a tool. What Raclo thought would be simple process was quickly turning into something very difficult. Smashing two stones together to break one into shape of a tool was more intricate than just using brute strength. With each attempt though Raclo grew closer in figuring out how to break the stones right way.

Happenings in Village of Rielo
A ten minute walk north of village of Rielo the Alvith Kaalo had been trying in spare time. Were crumbling piles of dirt and Kaalo sitting stumped. He had constructed a rectangle mold out of some wood but so far the mud bricks when they dried just crumbled together. Kaalo lied back staring up at sky and watched the clouds trying to think of something, anything to how he could strengthen the mud. Thought of some juicy meat to eat entered Kaalo mind when stomach growled and then the idea hit him. Sometimes when he eat meat would have strings of flesh hold two pieces together causing trouble with ripping apart meat to eat but what if he could put that idea into mud. Looking around Kaalo saw plenty of grass and thought of trying to mix grass with mud came into mind. Time for idea though would be another time as Kaalo went on way back towards village to get something to eat.
Word of passing from village of Scalo by a runner that had arrived earliar in day had made the great Chief Rielo Kriivith sad. It was more than just the lost of strength but Scalo had been around and times were changing for Alvith. Chief Rielo Kriivith stood strong to be a beacon for strength of other Alvith and ensure others continued to strive for greater strength. So much had changed for Alvith in such a short time. Were these strange small creatures that exchanged things with a child but had never been seen since. A villager ran up motioning Chief to come and Chief Rielo would head out to edge of village.

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@Shoggothought
Walking out from behind one of huts was Chief Rielo who walked with more authority then other Alvith moving around in village. While not the biggest in village, Chief Rielo stood a towering nine feet in height. Two other Alvith would walk out to stand on other side of chief just outside village while rest stayed within village that were there. The Ogurk herd was out grazing so was not outside village currently.

"Strange, wait I Chief see." Spoke Chief Rielo Kriivith to two Alvith on either side of chief.
"Yes Chief." Spoke at same time the Alvith on either side of Chief.

Chief Rielo Kriivith walked towards the group of unknown creatures. Definitely were different from the those very tiny creatures that exchanged leaves and toad for a Ogurk tusk. Rielo wasn't exactly sure what to expect but decides to stand wait to see what happens.

Arsuron

Population: 234

Arsur Coast: 69 (4 in Uaru territory; 3 in Monastic Territory; 4 Illis)
River Camp: 70 (2 in Rokthan Territory; 4 Illis)
Lotus Colony: 76 (6 in Soruli Territory; 2 Illis)

= Trading Posts [+]

Yijen Fork Trading Post: 9 (6 Arsuron; 5 Illis)

Technological Progress [+]

• Copper Working: Complete
• Dolphin Domestication: 7/10
• Improved Land Architecture: 4/5
• Bätänjűr (Arsuron Ninjutsu): 3/8
• Mathematics: 2/6

Copper
For years, the secrets and development of copper working had been restricted to the nobility; only nobles, either the royal family or the newly promoted class of tool makers were allowed to even touch copper and its ores. However, the chief AnreH saw use for this metal in the hands of the common people. At the chagrin of the tool makers, AnreH declared that copper must be distributed to laborers, that copper tools and materials, like nails and rivets, must be easily available. Many of the tool makers were angered by the decision to make their status symbol a commoner's tool. Though AnreH had left the secret of copper working only with the tool makers and the royals, they speculated on what she might else be planning to do, and what must be done if she was to give away too many of the tool maker's privileges.

The Religion of Mathematics
Making contact with the strange cultist of Mathematics required a long hike into the desert cliffs far from the shoreline, river camps and the civilized world. It was not known how these people had survived this far out into the deserts, but that was not important; what was important was their knowledge, an esoteric science that none of the common people of the Arsur coast truly understood.

AntekH treked far out into the deserts, two soldiers accompanying him as they crossed the sandy landscape brandished with the newest armaments, cast copper swords and armor. The advisor and his company sought the knowledge and services of these monks, hoping that they would be willing to offer help as well.

Upon coming to the monastery, the advisors took note of the strange mix of architecture and cave dwelling; they had begun inhabiting natural caves stewn across the many cliffsides, carving them to resemble housing. The three Arsuron climbed the cliffside, taking note of the monks peeking out of the structures, their faces visable due to the lack of masks, wearing clothes died dark blues and blacks, utilizing methods of dying learned by their ancestors long before they departed for the desert lands. The black dye was obviously the same used by the people of the Arsur Coast, but it was unknown where the blue dye had come from. AntekH took notice of the designs of their faces, geometric patterns in blue and black paint.

"Hello?" AntekH called out to the caves, hoping that one would be able to respond. It took a while before a single female cultist began to exit from the structures to investigate the outsiders. It was obvious that her group had not yet discovered copper, though it appeared that they had knowledge of other metals judging by the shiney filaments in the cultist's makeup, dark grey, almost black.

"Hwat do che, Machairian's want!" she shouted at them, seemingly angered by their presence in their monastary. "We did not invite che hto oor bothy, now be gone! Makesha!" the mountain dweller shooed them away as soon as they moved closer. Though the people did not appear to show any kind of agression aside from yelling, the soldier's seemed to urge AntekH to attack, but he refused.

"If you would excuse me, miss, we would like to make a proposal to your leader."

"The Änfi̋r? Why?"

"We want to learn from your kind."

The girl started laughing almost immediately upon hearing AntekH's proposal. Before responding in her native dialect of Arsuron.
"Che know not hwat che request. Oor secrets are not for hte folk of hte Machair hto hknow. If che hwant hto learn oor hways, che must study under the Änfi̋r until he decides if che are ready."

AntekH was stunned to learn that he would have to become a monastic to even convey the secrets of mathematics to the chief, but he decided that it was in his best interests to join this order and then relay their beliefs and knowledge to the others. "Very well, if you will take me to him, then I will join your order so that I may learn your knowledge."

And so AntekH was to meet with the Änfi̋r to bring mathematics to the Arsuron commoners. And so he sent back the soldier's with a letter for AnreH to explain his situation. The young cultist girl herself not much older than the chief herself, a young 3 usrog (15 years), who introduced herself to AntekH as Anshug, lead the advisor into the caverns to meet with the Änfi̋r. AntekH looked around the caverns and saw the many metals shimmering across the walls two particular colors being a deeply dark grey which he nicknamed Lead, and a lighter metal he decied to call Tin, deeply embedded into the stone. The many different fires made the various stone layers and shiny metal look light a night sky, with some of the Mathematicians hard at work writing and drawing on papers, in a strange version of the Anrethi Abugida, very curly and embellished compared to the variant used back at home.

When he was before the Änfi̋r, AntekH spoke calmly, hoping to get him in some way to let him into the monastary.

"You wish to be a part of our monastary, and worship Yi'am and his children in the language of mathematics?" the Änfi̋r spoke, catching AntekH off guard when he spoke in Coastal Arsuronic. "Then it shall be, you will be dressed in the garments of our congregation and learn as we do, to know Yi'am as we do."

"Excuse me, Your Grace, but is not Yi'am simply the sea?" AntekH asked, only for the Änfi̋r to chuckle slightly

"In time, you will come to know what he truly is"



Explorers in Uaru Territory
@orangebox
The four explorers found themselves in a strange scenario. Here they were, being lead into the mountains by what appeared to be winged humanoids. The Arsuron found themselves amused by the juxtaposition of the cruel, unforgiving and savage landscape being able to create such a delicate and beautiful species as those who they had come across now; almost as if Yi'am himself had created them just to live in this land. A younger explorer named Anttar had her eyes on the orange haired one, not entirely sure how to react to the creatures. The leader of the group, an older male named Anpfet who quickly smacked his subordinate with a dried paper reed to get her back into focus. Anpfet quickly yelled at Anttar in Arsuronic to stop focusing on the native women and focus on scouting. Anttar grumbled and continued following the elder and the young Uaru. Meanwhile Anpfet was trying to figure out how exactly to speak with these people. Remembering that explorers and traders who conducted business with The Society used pictographs and splashes of the Abugida and Societal Script in order to communicate.

The Rokthani | Population; ~2500
Westhome: ~500 | Middlehome: ~1600 | Easthome: ~400

Trapping: 2/4
Writing: 1/4

Easthome

@Nerevarine
When the commotion had cleared and the dust settled, a Rokthan shimmied his way out of the sand and had a look around. After deducting that the coast was clear, he let out a loud whistle. With that, one by one, they all began seeping out of the sands and burrows. The bonfire had been tipped over, the ground was trampled, homes were kicked in, it was all quite the mess. They noticed the Arsuron, fried, underneath the piles of smoldering log. "Perhaps our techniques could use some work. It just fell right over!"
"Are you kidding me? This most likely saved our lives. We should be thankful for our incompetence, as strange as it sounds."
A Rokthan inspected the wood pile and found a knife, seemingly of Arsuron craft, embedded in the wood. He pondered it until something caught his eye. "Hey! Over here!" he exclaimed to the others. It was their dear friend Anrett, critically injured from the attack. Rokthani swarmed around her, worried and confused as what to do. The elder, bearing a torn frill from earlier, parted the crowd and took a hold of her foot in his mouth. He spoke to the others, speech muffled. "Weww don't jusht shtand dere!"
Like taking orders from a general, several Rokthani hauled Anrett to her den to get her out of the sun and receive treatment. What her fate would be is up to you.
@Nerevarine

@orangebox
It's a lazy day in the northern mountain range. The few inhabitants wake up, eat, excrete, and sunbathe. The stories they have to tell are short and uneventful, and there aren't many colors to speak of in the mountains besides the occasional rust. One person decides to go out and look for food in an attempt to vanquish his seemingly infinite boredom. On his trek, he gathered a few beetles, ambushed a hedgehog, and almost fell off a three hundred foot drop. The most interesting thing that he would find on this trip, however, were two odd looking creatures laying face up (or at least he assumed it was a face) in a ditch. He looked around for more of them, but saw nothing. Slowly... and cautiously... he approached. The beings seemed to be out cold, but he tried talking to them anyway. It was worth a shot.
"Hey..... you dead?...."
He poked them both two times each.
@orangebox


"AAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH"
The shouts of pain coming from the queen were ear shattering and could be heard echoing from all across the city. Servants had to block certain tunnels to prevent crowding spectators and traffic jams. King Shel, bless his soul, was just about ready to keel over.
After a lengthy and stressful laying, the queen's brood was finally done. The resulting egg was absolutely remarkable. Four times the size of a normal egg, and six times as luminous, it was truly a miracle. But there was a severe drawback. The queen, who gave birth to the egg, was in critical condition. Her fate was unknown for sure, but looked bleak.

"Mama! Look what I did!" The young saurian yelled.

"Hm?" The mother walked over to the child and leaned over, studying the strange drawing he had scratched into the ground. It was a strange drawing, not the usual drawings she saw from her child. It was always the drawings of another saurian or a teskur. This one, however, was a strange mess of angled lines, circles, and a few squares. "What have you made here?" She asked curiously.

"Its the village!" Answered the child, excitedly. He pointed at one of the circles with his tiny claw and said, "This is our hut!" He then moved his arm to point at one of the squares and said, "This is the chief's hut!"

The image clicked in the mother's head and she blinked in surprise. The... map was mostly accurate. She was able to recognize parts of the village. "That's really good!" She said, congratulating her child. She paused a moment to think, before retreating inside their hut. She came back out with a small square of curved tree bark. "How about," She said, handing the bark to the kid, "you scratch the village onto this? That way, it will stay."

The kid gasped as he took the bark. "Thanks, mama!" He then turned and darted off through the village. The mother watched him depart, a tired but truly happy smile on her face.

-

The scouting party's adventure was quite uneventful at first. The trees were somewhat different, but it was nothing they had not honestly already seen. The only thing they had noticed was that they had not come across a teskur yet.

Sithel looked at his group grimly. He had under-estimated the resources they would need for the trip. They had already emptied their supply of teskur and kryan meat. He made a quick head count, trying to estimate how much it would take to feed them. Seven full grown Saurians including himself, all equipped with their own spear. A couple of them carried the spare blankets and hides on their backs. They should have been incredibly easy to feed, but they weren't certain what to look for when there were no teskur in the area.

Sithel sighed as he fingered the pointy tip of his spear. He didn't want to delay the travel like this, but they had no choice but to take the simple solution. They had to make a detour back to the lake. He was worried for how long they would be tempted to stay by the water.

One of the hunters ran into the makeshift camp they had set up. Panting slightly, he walked over to sithel and saluted. "Sithel, the lake is still about the same amount of distance in that direction," He reported, pointing the direction he had just come from. "We haven't veered off."

"Good. Go take a rest, we're all heading to the lake soon," Replied Sithel.

After their break and a small amount of travelling westward, they finally turned and headed for the lake. They arrived at its shore around midday. Many of them immediately leaped into the water the moment they saw it. They took their lack of food as an excuse to start swimming and looking for fish. Much to their luck, the fish were plentiful here.

The rest of the day was spent swimming and fishing. As the sun was starting to get low, they had no choice but to set up camp right there on the shore.

"It won't matter. We can make progress tomorrow," Said Sithel as he crawled under his fur blanket.

"I must admit," Said one of the hunters as he was settling into bed, "I was expecting this trip to be more... exciting."

"Me too," Sithel admitted. "Maybe we'll find something of interest tomorrow. For now, let's sleep."

Arsuron Explorers in Soruli Territory

The explorers followed after Naho, unsure of where exactly she was leading them. Many questioned whether or not they should be trusting these creatures. But some argue that this specimen at least seems overly trusting and borderline naive in her judgements. The others point out that they don't even know whether or not she is exhibiting friendly behavior or simply normal reactions to outsiders for her species. They only had time before them as they tried to imagine what might be ahead.

Naho led them past the various flora of the rainforest, the bright flowers and the various shades of green. Some trees were large enough to walk under, others along their way were still tiny and attempting to grow. Birds and insects fluttering about in their own grooves. There were moments where Naho stopped and went to a bush or to a hanging vine to pluck fruit from them, extending at least one of any to each her companions as they continued on their way.

A sound of thumping and musical trills began becoming apparent as the trees began getting slightly farther and farther from each other.

A clearing filled with movement came into view, drums beats creating a heartbeat which seemed to set pace for everything. The clacking of staff against staff occurring as multiple pairings seemed to be engaged in a dance-like battle, spinning and jabbing, swinging and dodging.

Soruli were sitting and sorting fruits on mats of leaves. Others were throwing vibrant colored dusts at each other and dancing among it with flowing movements. Little clusters of tiny Soruli followed select ones around to watch different things with big eyes of wonder.

Little animals moved around the edges of the clearing and to Soruli that extended hands of nuts or fruits to them.

It was a type of thrumming life that all occurred underneath a gigantic tree with hanging leaves and vines.

Naho turned to where the six explorers had been behind her to extend her taloned hand to all of this with a happy curve in her eyes.

The Ashen Hounds on the Border Between Territories

He eyed how the white one rubbed the paste along what would be where his own scar was and gently prodded a claw down into it, tilting his head. As the paste had no horrible effect against him, he pushed two fingers into the paste and padded it out over his scar, a tingling, soft feeling moving through his body as the tense flesh relaxed. He gave up a soft purring sound, his tail wagging slowly.

He looked at the white one and smiled.

<Conversation between the male and the two females>

The male nodded lightly and turned back to the bird, pointing at him, then tilting his head in a curious way.

Cor could barely contain himself from cheering in happiness as the lead displayed enjoyment. Ima and Mica looked on in approval, moving to together to join the gathering on the ground.

And as Cor took in this "smile" his excitement grew, causing him to almost bounce in place. He listened to the back and forth of the creatures, head turning slightly to take in whoever made noise and watched as a paw was extended his way.

Without thinking, Cor made a slow step forward and reached up with both taloned hands to gently hold the paw and rub his cheek against it, reproducing the purring sound the male made.

Mica and Ima got closer as he did so, picking up red fruit and extending them to the females.

The Night-Walkers, Population 32 (18 in Khlin, 14 in Imlona)

Age of Rising Shadow, Second Night of Hidden Light (New Moon)

Techs: Inter-Species Communication Method (2/4)

Imlona
Bolach looked to the sky, perched near the top of a tree. He saw that the horrid flame was finally fading away, that Imlona should be soon awakening. He had come this far to speak with the chief, Trixach, about the possibility of communication with the seemingly intelligent species that blunder through the sacred Homelands. Though Bolach knew that Trixarch would probably be angry at his interference on such a sacred night as this, it must be done. There is also another matter that must be discussed here, something that Bolach had been supporting for some time. The unification of the Night-Walkers, so that survival will not be hindered by division and the rule of weaker walkers.

The tribe was finally rousing from slumber and preparing for the Council of Hidden Light, just as they had the night before, and they would until the sky-flame resumed its battle against the holy darkness. After climbing down to a concealed branch, he watched the villagers gather, and Trixarch take his position to begin the discussion. Bolach knew that this was the time, if he appeared before the discussions, he could make his case in front of the village, forcing Trixarch to make a decision. Now that everyone seems to have appeared, Bolach dropped from his hidden perch onto a makeshift bridge. The village was temporarily dumbstruck by the sudden appearance of the rival chief before Trixarch was able to respond.

"Bolach?! What could you possibly want on a night like this? You desecrate sacred tradition!"
"I come because it is time. This is the Council of Hidden Light. The people must discuss the plans of Khlin. We are to speak with those who have entered the Homelands, understand them. We must be united!" Bolach responded

Trixarch furiously sounded that such a thing must not be, that these day-dwellers are agents of the flame, enemies that can be our very destruction. Bolach told the chief that if he refuses to move with the tide of progress, it will not be the "agents of flame" that end the existence of the Walkers, it will be his conservative foolishness. The ensuing argument began to spark among the villagers, with the chiefs as the center of the debate. After some time of this, Bolach stomped on the wood, silencing the debating. He fiercely turned to Trixarch and demanded "We must unite, we must learn to change, or you will be the death of us all! What is your decision?!"

It was at this moment that there was a cry heard from the huts. In the confusion of Bolach's arrival, there had been one Walker who was unaccounted for. The people, investigating the sound, found that in this hut there was a female walker that was pregnant. Upon closer inspection, there was a young newborn that this female was holding in her hands. No, not one child, two. Two children. Twins. How could such a thing be? This was unheard of in either tribe, a female giving birth to two children. For the moment, the tribe forgot their disputes and fights, this was a time of rejoice, the holy darkness has given the gift of two children to them. Their names were decided after a ceremony, the female child was named Estrella, and the male Lunas.

@Neruu
The Society, Population 306, Era of Oxameter the Walker.
Technological Developments:
Logic 5/6
Agriculture 5/5
Alvith Territory:
"By the Gods! I've never seen anything like it!" one of the travelers shouted as they saw the chief.
"Be calm, my brother, for they have yet to shown aggression." his friend responded.
The travelers cautiously approached the large reptilian creatures with the stick in hopes of possible communication.
They drew a simple drawing in the dirt representing the question "Friend or Foe?"
@Nerevarine
The Society:
"Go forth, my sons, and may Cthugha forgive and understand us." Mr. Exchange said to the five travelers.
Mr. Marsh had defeated all public support for the slave trade, and with it all the hopes of possible business opportunities involving the trade. Marsh's fellow ministers were not happy about this, and thus they had decided that it was within their interest to send a group of Polypodies to the Arsuron in order to set up a secret trade route behind Marsh's back. The travelers were sent to the east with a Illis in hopes of further trade.

Time: Era of Gray (no precise timekeeping system developed)

Information


Peeking and Speaking

@Elitestpotato
The Platta do learn more about self-dyeing from Faw. Although the idea of using it in the name of hunting hasn't occurred to them, more about its usage is recognized as useful. Faw's latest words are seen as a message of saying that that Faw feels weakened, but is willing to help out the Platta during the recovery. It is also interpreted that after recovery, Faw would have to leave. The Platta are not sure if there are more Snow Brutes, but acknowledge in understanding. They try to say and explain the Platta words of "yes", and "knowledge" to show this. The Platta also explain how they (using the word for Platta) are going to be moving (using the word for movement) in a different direction than where Faw came from soon. (Or together, "Platta move" with a gesture towards the north) "Platta. Faw movement?". They are explaining that tomorrow, they are heading to the north to meet up with more Platta, and are asking if Faw is well enough to join in or should some Platta stay here.

The Platta named Jum still explores the meaning of brown upon them, thinking it is important they learn. They ask a different Platta who is responsible for making maps about the meaning of brown on oneself. That Platta answers that when they have that, they need to sleep for they are not paying attention to the place where the colors fall. More is asked about this.

@Valkyr
The Platta group makes a rest at a spot near the lake. This is chosen for its proximity to a fish supply that can be both gathered from and checked for food in case of future camping plans. Near the middle of the second day as the details of the site are noted, some splashing is heard in the distance that doesn't sound like the fish of before. They look to the relative north, and see a different group of beings far away that also appear to be fishing. The Platta observe from afar, and see they too appear to be using spears like Platta fishers. The question arises, could other tool users be out here? As the night approached, the Platta kept a distant watch up until they could see where the distant tool users made camp.

At the local Platta camp discussion, the Platta discussed what to do about them. The plan was made that night. Tomorrow morning, they would approach cautiously and with fish left in front to show peaceful intentions. The caretaker (green cloth around the neck) of the group, Yisso, would be near to observe and attempt to communicate, starting with the word 'food'. The children would stay in the back to observe, and in the event of danger, be able to escape the soonest.

Sithalin sat at the edge of the lake, his feet touching the water. He examined carefully the square of bark he was holding in his hands. After a moment, he looked up and patted the young saurian's shoulder. "Very good job. I'd like to see you join me on a hunting trip when you're an adult. What do you call this again?"

"Its a map," Said the child brightly. He was grinning widely, clearly overjoyed at being complemented by the chief and even being invited to a hunt in the future.

Sithalin handed the map back to the child. "Good job. Run along now, youngling."

The child nodded cheerfully. "Thanks, chief!" He said, then ran off.

Sithalin gave a little chuckle, then turned his attention back to the lake. He slipped into the water, submersing himself completely, and began slowly swimming along the lake's floor. He wasn't sure what fish ate, but he assumed they were like most of the other land animals. They either ate meat or plants.

This couldn't be the problem however. The lake seemed perfectly habitable. At least to fish. There was nothing that seemed different to when the fish were still around.

Still under the surface of the water, he spotted a few of the other Saurians swimming about. As he had asked them, they had started searching the lake, trying to find any hint that would explain why the fish departed. Unfortunately, they were unsuccessful as well. It was inexplicable.

Starting to feel uncomfortable, Sithalin finally swam up and stuck his nose out of the water. As he did, he saw a lot of bubbles suddenly rising from the water. He could also very faintly hear something below the water's surface. He ducked his head and searched for the source of the disturbance. One of the Saurians was acting strange, flailing around and swimming after something. Looking more closely, Sithalin finally noticed that the saurian was chasing after a small grey shape. A... fish?

Sithalin swam faster through the water than he had ever before. His arms, his legs, and his tail; all pumping furiously to reach the fish. He eventually managed to catch up to the saurian. He pushed past the saurian, almost disregarding him entirely. He had his eyes locked intensely on the fish.

The fish, however, was faster. Sithalin was certainly swimming fast, but he couldn't stand against a creature designed to live entirely underwater. When the fish was obviously far too far away to catch, Sithalin, defeated, started swimming back to the surface.

A few moments later, his head burst out of the water. As the others followed him to the surface, he slammed his fist down on the water. He opened his jaw wide and let out a furious saurian roar. His own raging voice combined with a vicious hissing made everyone cringe and shy away.

After a few deep breaths, Sithalin finally managed to calm down. "I'm sorry," Was all he could say. he was so furious with himself. He had let the fish get away. It was the first fish they seen this close to the village in such a long time, too. Surely this must have been a good sign though. Could the fish be coming back?

-
@Aweirdgamer
Sithel cracked his eyes open to see morning light. He tossed the fur blanket off of himself and stood up. He stretched, letting out a long yawn. He snatched one of the few remaining cooked fish from last night and chewed it silently, hoping the others would start waking up soon. Much to his luck, most of them were starting to stir already.

Everyone took a moment to wake up and discuss their plans for the day. They were hoping to make real progress today, considering the amount of hours they had lost at the lake. A couple started working on a fire while a few others dived back into the water to fetch breakfast. Sithel himself decided to take a break from the fishing and sat with the others to discuss the day.

The Society, Population 306, Era of Oxameter the Walker.
Technological Developments:
Logic 6/6 Complete
Writing 1/8

The sun set over the golden dunes and the Ministers were once again sitting on their podiums above the disorderly Civilians. Each minister went over their agendas and ambitions in the Society, however, Mr. Thought had no such thing. After years of work, the Minister believed he had succeeded in determining the perfect way to help understand the universe, the gods, and their reality in general. He stood up after Mr. Death finished announcing hopes in establishing a way to finalize and legitimize political control and spoke

"Ode to you, my brethren, for I bring you news and a Revelation that conquers both mind and spirit. I ask you this, if an apple falls from atop, does that not mean a tree stands above? O children of knowledge, seldom does this path lead astray, for where else would it come? I see you find this obvious as you should. However does this not stand with all else? Is there not the reasonable, the false, and the truth? O my inferiors, I bring you not a simple equation of thought and simplicity, yet a process that leads our scholars forth into the tracks of Oxameter. And on this path we shall find the glory of the gods and the birth of philosophy."

Mr. Thought's fellow ministers looked at each other in shock as he bowed to the cheering crowd. He spoke the words of the choir and the crowd repeated:

"From Tzeentch (embodiment of chaos, absolute leader of the pantheon and patron god of the Polyposides according to the Choir) came Oxameter (Willpower and time, believed to march forever in a straight line across due to being pure will and lacking sentience, patron god of the Illis) who shall meet his end in the face of Chorn (Death and knowledge, patron god of the Ferream, believed eventually slay Oxameter and merge the worlds of Tzeentch and reality) and lead us to a new beginning."

Arsuron

Population: 250

Arsur Coast: 75 (4 in Uaru territory; 3 in Monastic Territory; 4 Illis)
River Camp: 75 (2 in Rokthan Territory; 4 Illis)
Lotus Colony: 76 (6 in Soruli Territory; 2 Illis)

= Trading Posts [+]

Yijen Fork Trading Post: 14 (9 Arsuron; 5 Illis)

Technological Progress [+]

• Dolphin Domestication: 8/10
• Improved Land Architecture: Complete
• Bätänjűr (Arsuron Ninjutsu): 4/8
• Mathematics: 3/6
• Bronze: 1/5
• Organized Religion: 1/7

The Monastary
AntekH had been within the confines of his new monastic home for many months now, still held as nothing more than a “hearer”, a novice of the order who was not allowed to work on the mathematic projects, only listen to the “speakers” tell the order members what they had discovered. In this time he was no longer allowed to see the anfir, only listen to his sermons behind a veil. For in this time he was no longer allowed to speak, being forced to take a vow of silence for the first firog of his service. Alone with his thoughts, it gave the advisor time to think, to listen to what his brothers and sisters had told him, and write it down on paper. Over time his collections of papers and documents had become too much for him to simply handle; his room cluttered with papers and other things. So, he had an idea.

Fetching a bone needle and some thread from the resident clothing maker, AntekH had decided to sew the pages together into one, hard at work organizing them from oldest to newest, and then stitching them together into sections. When the end of that endevor came, he decided that it needed to be protected, and went once more to get a board of wood. Cutting the board in half, he then made holes in the sides and sewed it onto the collection of documents. AntekH’s new way of organizing paper documents was indeed inovative. It was only a matter of time before the other monks took notice to what he was doing, and brought him before the Anfir to show the new method.

“What is this?” asked The Anfir

“I do not know if it has a name, Your Grace. I have taken to calling them books” AntekH replied

The Anfir looked at the book that they had brought before him, obviously impressed with its design and craft. “Your creation is wonderful, a perfect way of storing information and keeping our records organized. For this, AntekH, you will be promoted to the rank of Speaker, and be allowed to join our mathematics learners. And I bestow upon you a new title, from this point on you shall be known as AntekH the Bookbinder.”

And so AntekH was allowed to join those who experiment and toy with things. In particular, he was assigned to the study of fractions and percentages. In his experiment, he was to work with metals, creating alloys in specific percentages. The only metals abundant enough in this place were lead and tin, and so for long the students had made alloys of those metals. But AntekH wanted to try something different. He had picked up that there was something about lead, something that made those who used it become viciously sick. So he decided to use tin, and something different. When he first came to the monastary, AntekH was armed with copper tools and weapons. After a request to get them back to melt them down as an alternative to lead, AntekH would start to experiment with tin and copper alloys, and see what percentage would create the best alloy.

Easthome
@MangoJuice
Anrett was barely concious when the Rokthan dragged her back into her burrow. It was quite obvious her condition was grave, her skin pale and her breathing barely there. When she was there though, she seemed content, okay with going away now. Anlug had managed to escape the Rokthan Warriors and made her way back to the village, seeing the wreakage and distruction. As she surveyed, she caught sight of the Rokthan dragging off Anrett and rushed towards the burrow, making her way inside as best she could.

"Anlug, I have one last order for you" Anrett said as the younger Arsuron entered the burrow. "You are now the leader of the Scouts, I want you to lead them on the right path, and make them strong"

Anlug nodded solemnly as she watched her commander and friend pass on her position and her life. Though the Rokthan may have tried their best, it was of no use. Anrett died and in so passed on her legacy to the youngest of her personal scouting partners. Anlug, once she was sure Anrett was dead, took her mask and placed it into the small bag she was carrying. Anlug spoke her best to the Rokthan, using the dictionary tablet that Anrett had recorded and her own memory of the language and its grammar.
"I'm taking her back to the sea, so our people can send her to rest properly"
And so she was to load Anrett's body onto a canoe and take her back to the Arsur, where the people would rejoyce in the return of their beloved scout leader, but morn her loss. AnreH the Chief, knowning of Anrett's great deeds and actions in her life, had the scout leader deified, as a goddess of knowledge and wisdom.

Yijen Fork Trading Post
@Shoggothought
The small post of Yijen Fork had not received much exciting trade as of yet. The colony was mostly trading with The Society, but since the slave trade was shut down, the profitability was not anything special. That being said, it made money. On what appeared to be a simple day, one Arsuron spotted a group not too far away; upon closer inspection he found that these travelers were Polypodises, and instructed the other Arsuron to come with to meet them. Upon meeting, the Arsuron took out a scroll of paper and began writing out a message for them.
"We welcome you to Yijen Fork; state your buisness today"

Explorers in Soruli Territory
@Diehard243
The Six were mystified and enthralled by the colorful and vibrant life of this tree. They turned to Naho and all smiled, as much was visible under their masks anyways. They were tempted to walk around, explore and get lost in this place, but they were stopped by the leader of the troop, who was more concerned with how they were going to communicate with these people. The leader of the troop took out a piece of paper and began drawing crude pictures on in. When he showed it to Naho, it would show what appeared to be two figures trading, and below it were pictures drawn of what the Arsuron had to offer. He hoped that it would be enough for the birds to understand and for some kind of communication method to develop.

@Nerevarine
The Society, Population 312, Era of Oxameter the Walker.
Technological Developments:
Writing 1/8
Organized Religion 1/8

The Polyposides bowed in their dark cloaks to the Arsuron traders after a long and cumbersome walk to the post. The Arsuron brought their scroll and asked them of their reasoning for arriving. A cynical glance was exchanged from the Polyposide commander and he crafted his response.
"Greetings to thee, may the blessings of Oxameter and the relent of Tzeentch meet you. I bring thy Illis, and you shall bring my bloodwood. However I warn thee, for today we act against our masters who have unjustly determined the trade is illegal. We betray our lords for others, and our souls for prosperity. Alas-"

The proposal was left unfinished as a group of two Polyposides barking orders at five Ferream bearing the symbol of the choir appeared marching up the hill.
The commander of the traders looked to his comrades and spoke in a panicked voice.
"Damn! Marsh must have found out! Quickly, give them the Illis!"
They quickly handed the creature over to the confused Arsuron as the group arrived and the Choir commander hailed the Society traders.
"By the glory of Tzeencth, who are you to sell what is not yours?"
They responded quickly and nervously.
"We aren't responsible! We are just following orders!"

The commander smiled and screamed out incoherent orders to one of the Ferream who proceeded to approach the Illis.
He took out a sharp rock from his cloak and made a cut across the creature's wrist and covered his black gloves in blood.
The Society traders watched in horror as the Ferream took the Scroll and wrote his message in blood.

"My sincerest and most deep apologies, good sirs, but a tiny disagreement that you might observe. You see, we are in a small dispute at the moment, and you seem to have the most unfortunate position of witnessing it. These things, the Illis, they are not for sale. But to be honest, you really don't want them anyways. I mean look at it, just standing there while it bleeds out, like a corpse freshly pierced by a sharp blade. You know, back home a little while ago, the Choir wanted to know how to determine whether something could feel or not, and eventually determined a perfect way to tell. When cut, most creatures recoil in pain, those are the ones that feel, while some creatures, such as the Illis and my humble species, don't recoil. This is not only physical, my friend. It is much more than that. You see, if you don't feel pain, than you don't feel empathy, or any emotion for the most part. Perhaps I should be more blatant, and don't take this as a declaration of aggression, as that would be inaccurate, but I must ask a question. If a cut were to be lain upon thee, what reaction would one witness?"

The Choir commander suddenly interrupted and screamed "Right men, we stopped them lets go and don't forget the Illis. The gods demand that the corpse should be in the forest before it decomposes." (@Father Dagon)

The Ferream smiled eerily through his mask-like face and marched back with the disappointed Polyposide traders and his fellow soldiers.