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[b]Org, Huntsman of the First Men[/b]

[b]Overlooking undisclosed human encampment[/b][/center]

The long grass wavered in the breeze, intermittently obscuring Org's view of the alien settlement. The creatures, both very similar and very different to Org's kind had arrived on Neanderthalis a short time ago. They were a strange lot, productive and complex.

Their presence had stirred many Neanderthals into flight; several familial camps lay abandoned, and there were now areas of Neanderthalis that the First Men dared not venture. Instead they resolved to move away from the new comers, but they were running low on places to run to.

Org had come to investigate matters himself. He was a famed and beloved huntsman of his peoples, and sat in the patriarchal chair of a sixteen strong family.

The children weren't all his; eight had come from two other females whose mates had befallen ill fortune. They offered Org their bodies, and in return he protected them, and raised their offspring as his own.

And so it was, that this champion and beloved father, sat watch over the new comers for three days and three nights, analysing them and determining their threat.

He knew that at some point his peoples would need to confront the new comers, and when that day came, he wanted them to be ready.

But first, he would greet them. He eyed the sacks of dried berries beside him, and hoped that the strangers spoke the same currency as the First Men.