[b]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)
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	Yijen Fork Trading Post: 14 (9 Arsuron; 5 Illis)
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[*] Dolphin Domestication: 8/10
[*] Improved Land Architecture: Complete
[*] Bätänjűr (Arsuron Ninjutsu): 4/8
[*] Mathematics: 3/6
[*] Bronze: 1/5 
[*] Organized Religion: 1/7
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[b]The Monastary[/b]
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. 

[b]Easthome[/b]
[@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. 

[b]Yijen Fork Trading Post[/b]
[@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"

[b]Explorers in Soruli Territory[/b]
[@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.