The Society, Population 317, Era of Oxameter the Walker.
Technological Developments:
Writing 5/8
Architecture 3/5
Organized Religion 5/8
@Raindeer
Eastern Woodlands:
"The wolves! They hath arrived!" The Ferream joyfully screamed grabbing Marsh's immediate attention.
They all looked down at the creatures watching them from a short distance.
"Indeed, O children of Khorne and Tzeentch! Never have I seen such a sight! Quick! Bring the sacrifices."
The Ferream choirmen brought out two Illis and laid them on their knees.
Mr. Marsh than signaled for his companions to bow down and they did so.
"From Tzeentch came Oxameter" They prayed while Marsh led. "And with him came time. From Tzeentch came Khorne, and with him came death to Oxameter."
After this, three Ferream marched by behind the Illis after removing their masks and held a sharp stone to their throats.
"Strike at a whim my friends, and reveal their blood!" Marsh spoke with joy.
The Ferream pressed the stones against the Illis's throats and swiftly pulled to the left quickly spilling blood across the grass.
"Glory! Glory to us and the gods! A gift bestowed to an Ashen Wolf!"

The two stared at the group that stood before them making loud sounds. The hounds patiently sat and watched them make odd sounds.

"Maybe this is how they howl?" Said the Leif.

"Odd way of howling... But maybe..." Said Borje.

The two answered the creature's howls with their own, the hounds behind them joining in a unit howl in an attempt to answer the creatures.

Two strange beings with round heads were brought towards them, with three of the wood-tasting ones standing behind them. They removed the heads of the new creatures only to reveal... A second head?

The hounds' howl slowly faded out as the two-headed creatures were killed before them in a similar fashion of the wood-creature before. One more the brothers moved forward. They dug their fangs into the beings flesh and were prepared to once more taste wood, but gave up a pleased bark when it turned out to be actual flesh. The rest of the group came forward and dug into the corpses alongside the brothers.

Leif's hunger was quickly overcome by his curiosity as he found one of the second heads and gently prodded it with one of his tails. It was hard as rock. Was it a shell? He sniffed it and pawed at it, finding that it did not try to strike back. He stuck his head inside of it and found that it was empty of anything, no trace of flesh or insides of a living being. He took a few steps back and looked up at the creatures, then pawed at the ground as he carved a copy of the second-head into it.

Time: Era of Gray (no precise timekeeping system developed). Upcoming: Era of Black and White

Information


Complexity Rising

In the western exploration, after that night, the Platta awoke. The mediator of disagreement (black) awoke still figuring out how to resolve the drama. They hoped that the tensions had decreased enough where it could be negotiated. When the Platta groups met up, the mediator of disagreement explained what they had come up with for a possible solution. The idea was the Platta favoring hierarchical organization perhaps could form their own independent settlement to explore the idea they had in practice rather than enforce all Platta to follow that way. This would begin at the next discussion. At each discussion time, they could meet up with other Platta to discuss what they had found. They would not need to join the discussions further keeping to their own workings. This way, all Platta would still be working together and learn what was found, but no pressure to do ongoing discussions would be had. The Platta saw this as fair, although most found the separation distressing. The group favoring hierarchical organization thought about ways to incorporate something like mediators of disagreement and how to arrange for it.

@Valkyr
In the northern exploration, the Platta observed closely. There was some more communication between the members, and it wasn't clear what it was about. The Platta, thinking the creatures appeared both protective but also apparently understanding the friendly intent, at least to some extent, figured it related to figuring out how to continue. The recognized word was taken as a way of explaining the continuation of the communication. The gesture seemed to gesture towards the distance. Soon, some of the creatures also traveled in that way. The Platta thought about what it might mean. Thinking back to communication with Faw, it appeared to be a reference of where they came from. Although, this was the first contact with a group, so it was hard to say. The Platta figured then they should also try to come up with something to go by. First, they gestured in the general direction where they had made camp, and said, "Platta Camp." to show where they had been. After a pause to let that be understood, they gestured to the sun, which the Platta figured was something both could recognize, and said, "Nova", the name they gave to the sun.

@Elitestpotato@Nerevarine
In the southern exploration, the Platta note the symbolism they can gather from the cloth. It appears to represent that the species and conflict strongly relate based upon the frequency of the lighter red coloring. It seems to also hint that there is something that made them this way in the past regarding an unknown incident. The smaller amounts of darker blue as well as the pattern of it also hint that this race values complexity. It also interests the Platta the sheer complexity and patterns of the work, which is not seen by Platta in many things. It is not clear what this represents right now, but some Platta think it represents organized hunts of large proportions, or perhaps combined with the copper weapons, it is meant to show how they think complexity leads to power.

As the book is brought out, the Platta observe the actions and color. The dark blue ink hints at the attempt to address something. As the marks are made, Kifam, the writer (dark blue) watches, and using a blank cloth, as closely as possible, draws what they draw to get an understanding of what is being said. They also use dark blue dye. Other colors would be seen as available, but that specifically was chosen to match. Wriz, the caretaker (dark green) observes for now, to understand more clearly what the written is meant to communicate.

@Nerevarine

Rffh, Hef,& Yurph

Rffh couldn't believe what was happening, this was not how it was supposed to play out. Soon they were herded into a strange building and handed what looked to be a small stick and floppy material. Rffh could barely contain his anger, they were going to be executed with these tools and the rest of the Herenthor wouldn't know a thing! He was about ready to lash out when Hef, who was always curious, figured out that these things were used for writing and let out a delighted exclamation. The worried leader let out a long sigh, they would be fine, for no. He then bent over to see Hef drawing his pictures on the material, this being much easier than scrawling in the dirt. This caused a commotion with the creatures with weapons, and it seemed as though the three were doing what was expected of them. Although Rffh was relieved, he did not let his guard down, but for now he felt everything was going to be fine.

The Rest of The Party

Everyone was in a panic. What were they to do if the three ambassadors were taken, they had not discussed this. The three Herenthor armed with tough and sharp stones tied to their claws, were bloodthirsty and ready for a fight. Though everyone else was wary due to the fact that there was only 16 of them and a whole lot of the other species. Then the warriors explained how they were sure as there was sand in the desert that their leaders where to be executed. This caused a couple Herenthor to join their side, and soon a loud, full fledged argument broke out. Both sides passionately arguing their cause, one claiming the name Honor, the other Saftey. Everyone was so caught up in the debate that they forgot to stay inconspicuous, and if the Arsuron were unhappy with the three showing up at their ceremony, they would probably be furious now with the mass of angry and very nasally sounding Herenthor.

The Society, Population 317, Era of Oxameter the Walker.
Technological Developments:
Writing 6/8
Architecture 4/5
Organized Religion 6/8
@Raindeer
Eastern Woodlands:
"How odd!" The Ferream observed after the wolf drew the helmet.
"Perhaps, it is curious of the Illis?" The philosopher spoke in response.
"Let us teach them than!" Marsh boomed impatiently.
He than grabbed a stick and drew a picture of a rock being hollowed out by a sharper stone and being placed on an Illis's head.

Arsuron

Population: 330

Arsur Coast: 87 (4 in Uaru territory; 1 in Monastic Territory; 6 Illis)
River Camp: 87 (6 Illis)
Lotus Colony: 86 (6 in Soruli Territory; 2 Illis)
Kanesh Colony: 31 (4 Illis)

Trading Posts [+]

Yijen Fork Trading Post: 16 (10 Arsuron; 6 Illis)
Karom Mission: 8 (2 in Alvith Territory; 2 in Platta Territory)

Technological Progress [+]

• Agriculture: Complete
• Currency: 2/6
• Organized Religion: 6/7
• Canal Building & Irrigation: 3/6
• Lunar Calendar: 3/5
• Proto-Feudalism: 1/10

Divine Placement
As religion had begun to become more and more cemented into the very fiber of Arsuron society, the concept of the caste system was beginning to need further justification. People began to wonder, how was this system decided? Who enforced it? Who decided what the castes were?

Much in like how the Arsuron solved all their problems, they developed a system of hierarchy of gods involving children born of the trinity.

First born was Kigejükem, the King ; then came Keyéjőrem, the priest; Kitalim, the merchant; Kihuyim, the Warrior, and Kitarasim the Farmer. When the Trinity made the lands for their sons, they also gave them each a mate, from whom a brood of larvae would be born. Fiyam made sure each of the children survived, and named them for the tribes that would descend from them. From these children were born the families of each tribe, and their descendants would forever live out the lives of their ancient ancestors whom had their lives chosen Fiyam himself.

End of Unity
It had been 2 usrog since the people of Kanesh had begun the effort to tame and control the environment around them, and the practice in itself was spreading far beyond Kanesh and the increasingly livable lands that the Kanesh Colonists were developing.

The population was booming, though the problem still remained with water, but only in the harsh deserts where Kansh had been developed; for agriculture was spreading far into the previously settled lands like the Arsur Coast and Lotus Colony, where a culture of landowners was beginning to develop, with people of the ruling caste moving further inland and laying claim to personal plots of land, employing members of the warrior caste to serve under them, and both defend their claim and to try to take over the claim of another when called upon by their employer. In exchange for their service, the warriors would take an oath to the land owner and be provided with a place to live and all the supplies they would need by the wealthy lord.

Of course, the supplies to support ones own personal army is not small, and workers would be needed. And so often farmers and merchants were called to make the lords land their homes as well and to create a sort of self sustaining environment. But time would tell if this kind of way of life would be sustainable, as they began moving further into the desert lands and along the mighty rivers to form colonies and trade. But Labor was in desperate demand, and only one thing would be able to help with it, the acquisition of Slaves.

The Herenthor
@Joegreenbeen

With the minor distraction of the 3 strange creatures gone for now, the Arsuron could resume the festival once again. The priest resumed washing the statue, that was until they began to hear a great deal of snarling and growling, as if a pack of sand wolves had strayed close to the village. The priests had had enough of this.

"You, warriors, I want 20 of you to go take care of whatever animal is causing that noise. I want it to be killed and brought back as the sacrifice."

"What if it is not an animal sir? But more of those creatures from before?"

"Kill or capture them, we will figure out what to do with them after the ceremony is finally complete"

And so the 20 Arsuron warriors, clad in leather made from cured Dolphin skin, the traditional red cloak of warriors, and armed with bronze tipped spears and cast swords, began their march down to the source of the noise. Upon finding what they wanted, the Arsuron soldiers took our their spears, arched back and threw them, taking out their swords and charging into the crowd.

The Soruli
@Diehard243

"If you are comming with us, I must warn you that our land is not as kind or forgiving as yours." Anjar conveyed over to Naho. "It is a harsh land, and death can come at any time." Though Anjar would make sure she was protected by his scouts, he knew that a creature raised in this kind of a land would have a hard time adjusting to the Arsuronic way of life.

As the traders began to pack up their things to return to Lotus Colony, the injured trader began to protest as he was not yet ready to leave.

"You're staying here" Anjar replied

"What?"

"Yes, it would appear that the Soruli want to exchange one of each other to learn more about us, so you will be our exchange; consider it a vacation."

When he was sure that everyone was back in their canoe, Anjar took the Soruli into his own and began the return to Lotus Colony. The return was easier than the departure, the river flowing downhill and taking them back home with the current.

The Platta
@Aweirdgamer

When Ansor was convinced that they had picked up on the way of how to draw the shapes, and digs into his cloth bag to give the Platta drawing a book filled with a variety of shapes, conveying many various mathematics formulae and topics related to the science, such as a circle and another circle, who come together into two, who split into 4, conveying the concepts of addition, multiplication and division. There were many more such designs in the book, and Ansor would entrust it to Kifam.

The Raids
@Father Dagon@Mihndar@Raindeer

The rivers leading from the Arsur Coast were filled with boat, loaded with warriors armed to the teeth to go and capture slaves near to the rivers and bring them back to their homes. From this will come their source of easy labor to work on the tracts of land. The plan was simple, the warriors would attack the coasts and take as many hostages as possible, along with valuable loot and materials. They were ready, and prepared for whatever was to come

The Night-Walkers, Population 40 (21 in Khlin, 14 in Imlona, 6 in Kaaba)

Age of the Awoken Darkness, Night of the Great Siege

Techs: Map-making (3/3) FINISHED
Trapping (1/3)

Kaaba

"Kiebal! You must understand, we cannot work during the time of flame. It is simply not safe! Predators could-"

Kiebal interrupted the disgruntled worker, "Are you a Night-Walker, or are you a small mouse?! We are safe working in the trees, even when the holy moon is consumed by fire. Few animals that could be considered a threat could get through the roots and branches guarding us here, and even those couldn't get up this far on the tree. Begone with you! Get back to work!"

The worker gave up and left, leaving Kiebal sitting on a branch that served as her overview of the construction. "Fire take them," she whispered to herself. The six workers Kiebal had gathered to work on this new village were very worried about staying past the rise of the flame. "I understand their concerns," she thought, "but we have a schedule to deal with. Its not like we can just stop whenever we like, there is work to be done, and I, for one, am not going to give in when the danger is minimal. What harm could it do to work a couple hours when the sky is lit by flame?"

Kiebal's thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of a male and a female that she assumed were mates. Kiebal wasn't sure, but it felt like she knew these two from somewhere. She stood up, annoyed at this intrusion, just as she was cooling down from her argument with the worker. She spoke after a sigh, "What is your purpose here, this is a construction area. We aren't a fire-damned spectacle, and I am rather tired of people coming around to watch. I'm short-handed as it is with these people resisting any work that has to do with standing in a perfectly safe place when the fire is in the sky, I don't have anyone to, with all respect, make sure that you don't break anything."

The two looked at each other and the male stepped forward, "Actually, we know that you didn't approach us, but it sounds like you need more workers. We want to help build a village worthy of being the capital of our people."

Kiebal was dumbfounded for a moment, these two actually want to work, and would be willing to work while the flame begins to rise. She stammered for a moment before asking, "I have talked to a number of people that either didn't want to leave their friends and family, or had problems with my management. Why do you want to join us, if you don't mind me asking? What's in it for you?"

They responded by having two small children, likely no more than a couple years old, walk out from behind them, both having distinct, black eyes. The male spoke again, "We work and leave our friends and family so that these two can see the future of our people grow and flourish. We will be the first true family of Kaaba."

She remembered now, they were the parents of the holy twins. The two, Estrella and Lunas, being born as twins is a miracle in itself, but, as they developed, people began to notice their eyes. An average Night-Walker has features that you can barely make out unless you look very closely and has skin black as night, but these two had eyes that seemed to radiate darkness and black. To many, they have been declared "Children of the Moon". This is in Imlona mostly, but some in Khlin have also taken up this belief. This could not only be a great thing, having two more workers, but also a draw for more. "Also," she thought with glee, "I'll be working with the moon-blessed parents of these exceptional children."

She spoke to the parents, "Your help would be much appreciated, and know that you and your children will always have a place in Kaaba."

Khlin

Haixun was now finishing his training of the new scouts. He would lead them to the City at the End of the World to meet the mysterious creatures that live there (@Shoggothought). He could not wait, it was the beginning of plans set in motion by his father long ago, before even his challenge was given to Trixarch. "These few scouts are high of spirit", Haixun thought, "but it is yet to be seen if they can hold up under the pressure of understanding these new creatures."

Pushing these thoughts aside, he went to his scouts with the final training before they would depart. He had a thought earlier that day, they needed to figure out how to make something to describe places explored. Something called a "map". He figured that the same method used for communication could be somehow transferred to this, but the issue was that this map would need to be long-lasting, something that won't wash away in a week. He found that wood from the Klouskops, handled correctly, could last for a very long period of time. With the construction of the Kaaba going on, it was simple to get a few small squares of wood from Kiebal. Using their arrows as a writing device, they could carve a map of the region from what they already know and what they may find as they progress.

He spoke to his scouts about the maps, and how to use them. Using the Homelands as the reference for scale on their maps, as they all know their home territory like the back of their hand, they will draw landmarks they see along the trail, such as an abnormally large rock or tree, or a change in terrain. After they get back, they would compare maps to create the definitive map that would be used on all future expeditions.

The scouts were impressed by the idea of having a guide in the wood to help them in the future, and took to writing in the map rather quickly. "That is good, that means we might be able to tell where in the moon's name we are going in the future," he thought to himself with a chuckle. After their training ended, Haixun spoke, "You have all been hand-selected to explore outside the Homelands and meet new, intelligent species. You have all agreed to this, knowing that it could be dangerous, and you all have done well in training. I am very proud of you all. Now that this training is finished, it is finally time to go on this first journey. Let us now depart."

Excitedly whispering, the seven scouts joined Haixun and they made their way out of the Homelands, into the land beyond, striving to reach the City at the End of the World.

OOC: The next post of the Night-Walkers visiting the Settlement will be handled by Shoggothought

Alvith Population: 205 - Age of Two Villages

Happenings in Village of Scalo
The work of Raclo had been getting more results as of late. He had managed to figure out how to break stones the right way though would need to practice it more. Looking to rocks Raclo then looked to some branches the right shape for handles however how to attach them would be a great deal of work. With new task at hand Raclo would decide to focus on finding a way to put a stone axe head on a branch handle.
Happenings in Village of Rielo
Slightly north of Rielo village was the Alvith Kaalo back working on trying to make a mud brick. This time though was success at last for Kaalo after having mixed in grass this time when working to with mud and mold. The grass added fibers that helped the mud brick stick together more and with success Kaalo celebrated rest of time lying in the sun. Though as Kaalo rested he knew that work was only half way done as he had merely solved the issue of producing the bricks and next challenge would be using the bricks to build a hut.
@Nerevarine
Kralo would stand tall looking to the Arsuron missionaries. The books they held were strange objects to a Alvith, the spears of Alvith were just wood. The Alvith Kralo would look back to Oarlo signaling with his hand to stop the Ogurk and keep them put for now while he handled these strange creatures. Kralo would turn to look at the Arsuron again before going to speak.
"I Kralo." spoke Kralo pointing at himself and would pause for a moment before speaking again.
"Who?" spoke Kralo pointing to the Arsuron.

@Nerevarine

The Party

Suddenly, the sky began to attack the arguing group, or so it seemed. Everyone suddenly stopped talking as six Herenthor fell, long shafts protruding out of them. The rest were scattered and identified the threat, it wasn’t the sky, but warriors from the peoples they had been watching.

Seven of the ten remaining Herenthor coward behind the other three, who were the armed 'warriors'. The three were ready to fight. Despite their courage, they would be no match for the more advanced Arsuron. They were probably going to die, along with one or two of their fellow party members before the rest of the group surrendered. It had been generations since the Herenthor had experienced war, and the group had came frightfully unprepared for fighting, having none sort of armor.

Years Later

The Herenthor, Population:140

Hmph

Hmph and Ferf had their prey in their sites. A large pherp had wandered into the jungle and now it had become food. Hmph rocketed a stone at the beast's head, wounding it. Then, he released the leash he had fashioned out of Thith pellets, and Ferf finished the job. Hmph used a stone to sever the head and then gutted the animal. Once he was finished prepared some coals and got to cooking, he was going to eat well for a while.

After a couple of hours, Hmph fell asleep belly full and eyes heavy. Suddenly, he felt very awake and disoriented, until he saw a giant red version of Ferf, who Hmph immediately recognized as Threetna, the God of life. My child,, it conveyed telepathically, I must teach you how to worship me now you know of my existence. To bring me strength for you protection, you must sing the song of…, for the duration of Hmph dream he was instructed all of the rituals and prayers he needed to know. After this lesson he was instructed to teach these ways to the rest of the Herenthor.

Domestication:¾

Leatherworking ⅓

Religion: ⅔

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Herenthor Village

Today was a sad day, Phamp, the leader of the Herenthor had passed. There was a ceremonial procession and many Herenthor came to attend. As an era of peace had come to an end, a frightening one was beginning.

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The Wells

Tref was saddened by the news of Phamps passing, but did not have much time to grieve as he was busy overseeing the Trefsth project, which was the name Phamp used to indicate the operation of digging the wells and transporting the water. He chose the name based on the Herenthorese practice of putting a ‘th’ at the end of a something that was named after someone else, such as a son or a tool.

To anyone who would ask, Tref would gladly exclaim that the project was going great. A whole network of wells had been set up all over the area, and more were being made each day. Herenthor from all around were flocking to get in on the project too. A new form of trade was being discovered as Herenthor who were successful hunters or farmers would give others some of their food to others who would do tasks such as build wells or transport water. Eventually families found that it was easier to stay near the wells than to travel between them and the village. Finally, they declared themselves a village and gave it a name, something that had never done before. It was unanimously decided that the village would be called Trefsth, and in addition to naming the village after him, Tref was declared leader.

Tref’s fun didn’t even end there. As more wells were being dug, new materials were being found underground. After awhile, some Herenthor with extra time on their hands began to experiment with these materials, they found that they became malleable under intense heat. It was all so fascinating for Tref, who would lose sleep dreaming of the implications.

Mining ¼

Metal Work ⅙

Eastern Woodlands:
"How odd!" The Ferream observed after the wolf drew the helmet.
"Perhaps, it is curious of the Illis?" The philosopher spoke in response.
"Let us teach them than!" Marsh boomed impatiently.
He than grabbed a stick and drew a picture of a rock being hollowed out by a sharper stone and being placed on an Illis's head.

Technological advancement.
Rock shaping: 1/2 (Brought forward by Society teachings)
Basic armor: 0/2 (Idea given by Society teachings)

Leif drew a ring around the hollowing out of the rock in an attempt to show what he wanted, watching their leader with a tilted head.

The corpse of the Illis were distributed fairly, leaving one completely intact after the first bite of testing. One of the hounds dragged it over into the dens where the young were allowed to feast, while the other had been picked clean down to the bone by the adults.

Borje looked at the drawings, then at the hollowed out rock that they now knew it was and inspected it closely, sticking his head inside of it and shaking his head around lightly. It did not seem to fit on a hound. He pulled his head out and barked.

"We would have to shape it differently to fit us. This rock is of no use for us."

Leif kept his gaze focused on the creature's leader but responded still. "Keep it if they allow us. It might be useful somehow. Do not throw away what we may find use for later."

Borje gave up a low grunt and sat down next to the hollowed out rock.

The Society, Population 317, Era of Oxameter the Walker.
Technological Developments:
Writing 7/8
Architecture 5/5 Complete
Organized Religion 6/8
Eastern Woodlands:
"Hmm...How curious." The Ferream spoke to himself.
Mr. Marsh observed silently, before commanding "The wolf wishes for a mask of stone! And this wish shall be granted. Quick, my inferiors, hollow a rock and gift our Ashen brothers!"
"Ode to the rock!" The Polyposide shouted at the distracted Ferream. "Bring him a hallowed rock. And shape it like the wolf! Quick! For the holiest and most pious lord commandeth."
A Ferream quickly gave a Salute and quickly grabbed a sharp stone and a large rock and quickly attempted to hollow the rock.
Marsh smiled at his comrades before quickly screaming "Ode to my departure. For I must leave thee. Authority is granted to the philosopher and with him you must stay. I shall return to the homeland and greet some long awaited guests."
Marsh quickly ran of leaving behind the Choir soldiers that he had brought.
The Settlement:
"Behold! The creature of dark now marches upon our golden dunes!" The guard screamed into the dark tent.
Mr. Death calmly signaled for him to bring the creatures into his tent and the guard quickly did so.
The curious creatures wandered inside the tent and became relieved at the darkness of the tent.
"Welcome, strange travelers, to our glorious city! Seldom have we got your kind before. I have to say, it is a rather curious sight to see a Nightwalker. Do you understand?"
The leading member of the group (or so it appeared) nodded and spoke
"Yes. Speak similar. Can understand."
Mr. Death glared back in surprise.
"By the gods. I've never seen a foreigner speak the Language, as much as you did botch it. Well, regardless, I suppose I should inform you of us. Ode to me, minister of war and industry. Tell me, do I speak to an inferior or minister?"
The leader glanced around slightly confused.
"Minister?" He said with lack of confidence.
Mr. Death failed to sense the confusion.
"As I should hope. So first, any questions of what you saw out there?"
The leader nodded and asked "Sphere-heads. Many handed ones. Woodmen. What are they?"
Mr. Death sighed quickly before answering.
"Well, first off, the sphere heads are the Illis. They have no mind to think but a body to act, and thus are used for labor. The many handed ones are my brethren, we are gifted to rule and thus we reside over this humble principality. As for the woodmen, they are our artisans and soldiers. But this comes to no surprise to thee, as you are spirits, if the tales are right. But I have little time to verify, for frankly, you bore me. Begone to Mr. Thought, he should be enough of a distraction until Mr. Marsh arrives."
The group leader nodded quickly pretending to have understood the rude minister's words before being dragged off into Mr. Thought's tent.
(Second part coming tomorrow, couldn't continue due to chronic writer's block.)

The Ukalli Tribe

It had been a year since "Leader" had traveled across the jungle into the north and yet the odd imagery of that far away land still bothered its mind. The Ukalli, being mute, have yet to develop their language enough for someone to tell a narrative, thanks to that the "Leader"'s experience were only his and he had no means of sharing it.

That didn't mean it would be idle, it had a dream and that was to unify its tribe like the tribes from the north, so far it had managed to do it pretty well, sadly it noticed their numbers were 40 to 50 able Ukalli at most and those childs didn't look like they would spawn dozens of new adults so soon.

"Hunt, East, Left (direction), Path" It signaled with its hands, but one of the others there shook its head "Six, Left (action), Morning" Leader was impressed, it was uncommon for their tribesfolk to leave without him, it was good to see they were leaving their comfort zone

On that day it decided to stay in the village taking care of the childs, while inspection a tree hallow where some of them were playing it noticed that a little girl had made an odd structure with vines, interlacing them together to make one square-ish shape instead of making the typical braid shape. It approached with curiosity "Again, Make" It signaled and pointed to the cloth, the girl promptly obeyed, Leader took this second cloth with it as it went to a nearby fruit bush, as it expected, the cloth was good to carry more than they could pick, but it was far too fragile and thick to be useful, the tribe would have to find a better source of fiber.

Technology:
Weaving 1/2
Complex Language 1/5

Technological advancement.
Rock shaping: 2/2 (Brought forward by Society teachings)
Basic armor: 1/2 (Idea given by Society teachings)

The brothers watched with great interest as the wooden one sat down and carved into the large rock with a smaller, sharp one, tilting their heads in curiosity as the rock was shaped. The two quickly ran over and grabbed a large rock and brought out their tools made out of sharp rocks, imitating the creature's movements and work, slowly hollowing out the rock as well.

The surrounding hounds looked on with confusion, unsure of what they were doing.

"If they... And if we learn, we... Can make these for the head, we should be able to make something that protects the rest of the body as well, for hunting."

"And protecting ourselves against those trying to take our territory."

The Ashen & The Soruli: Grooming Friendship

@Raindeer

The Alpha grew more "gentle" with his sniffing of the female when her sounds of discontent were released, but not before fully taking in her scent and memorizing it.

The hounds happily followed their friends and continued their purring the entire way, growing even more intense upon being given food or affection in form of petting, which was returned with gentle headbutting and licking of hands.

As sounds of unknown origin came closer they grew somewhat cautious and their purring stopped as they tried to figure out what creature it came from, but kept following the birds out of curiosity.

A clearing opened up before them, which was filled with more birds and massive tree. They looked at the tree in awe looked at what the birds were doing, intrigued by their actions.

Soruli visible under the massive tree were engulfed with different activities. Some were weaving patters with thinly cut leaves and flowers, others rested upon their backs and patted upon drums absent-mindedly as they gazed to the sky between the spaces of the leaves above.

None seemed to be very active physically aside from a few pairs of Soruli, dancing about with staffs of wood spinning about them as if they were extensions of their body. (And perhaps one or two who are pulled into the brush behind the tree for other kinds of dancing.)

Little kin, tiny Soruli letting out chirps and repeated phrases, peeked around the bodies of caretakers as all the Ashen Hounds were led to the eastern side of the Soruli clearing to rest upon mats of thick leaves within the shade as purring masses of fur and scale.

Ima, Mica and Cor looks to the sheer number that followed them, Cor in particular letting out an impressed whistle before Ima turned to wave over assistance from the varying Soruli unoccupied. Little kin were kept with their caretakers, all others helped in this greeting of Ashen to the Soruli world.

The sweet smelling pastes were brought as varying Ashen marks and scars were examined to soothe them, twigs and mud brushed out of the fur and pulled from scales.

The Alpha sat down and held his eyes locked at the dark female, only having looked at the tree and the surrounding birds for a short time.

When grooming and petting was once more started, he gently nudged the female in an attempt to keep her focused on him. The purring was once more growing louder among the hounds.

Mica holds back a trill of annoyance as she feels the leader nudge her, right eye only conveying the smallest twitch before she turns her head to look over at him, eyes connecting with his own as she offers a fruit- her other hand propped upon her hip.

She mutters something about "needy" amid her directions to Soruli waiting to help about the fruit the Ashen enjoy most, gesturing to the remains of the one just fed to the Leader.

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The Soruli & The Arsuron Traders: The Travel's Beginning

@Nerevarine

"If you are coming with us, I must warn you that our land is not as kind or forgiving as yours." Anjar conveyed over to Naho. "It is a harsh land, and death can come at any time." Though Anjar would make sure she was protected by his scouts, he knew that a creature raised in this kind of a land would have a hard time adjusting to the Arsuronic way of life.

Naho sits in contemplation for a short time, raising her head as she gives a nod of confidence, drawing to convey:

"The lands may be just as dangerous in different ways. Teach me what you must as we travel there."

Bowing her head to Anjar, calls and chirping of her decision ripple through the Soruli gathered, some immediately moving to help provide her with supplies for the trip. Fruits, nuts, healing pastes and more than a few large nuts filled with the supplies needed for grinding their dusts were provided to her just in case.

Most items ended up tied around her waste with some form of vine inside of their egg-shaped containers the smallest ones tied to the top of a staff just a bit taller than her frame. A small drum was tucked under one of her arms.

The pounding of other drums played heartbeat again as the masses assisted with preparations where they could and see the travelers off.

The rainbows that existed with the Soruli and their various shades of fur and feather shifted as many lifted their arms to wave as the canoes were carried off, some climbing into the trees and following from branch to branch until they could no longer.

One could easily notice the trader left behind amongst them all, his skin and features making him stand out in another fashion against the vibrantly accentuated grey bodies of the Soruli around him. He was either carried or allowed to walk with supervision to watch the departure.

When he was sure that everyone was back in their canoe, Anjar took the Soruli into his own and began the return to Lotus Colony. The return was easier than the departure, the river flowing downhill and taking them back home with the current.

Observing how the traders entered and how they settled themselves, Naho carefully adjusts herself within her space on Anjar's canoe, the fear of falling out and into the water making her voice the primary means of returning the cheering and well wishes.

As family and familiarity grew out of sight, as the heartbeat of drums grew further and further from her, she held her staff closer to her form. Her gaze lowers to the passing waters then to examine the canoe itself in wonder of its creation, noting what she could of its materials.

'This is like land upon water.' She lets out a soft happy chirp as she thinks of it that way her gaze rising to Anjar's back, then toward the other traders within their own canoes.

She wondered of her first lessons in their ways, of the sounds they'd use to convey ideas as she ran her talons through her wild mane of bright red.

Isáwa

Population : 125

Asahíya Oumán (Hard Awakening)

The waters of the furious Bîma had just receded. Below the still tormented sky, the view was ghastly to behold : banks washed away, trees uprooted, dead beasts littering the scattered banks of sand. From the tall cliffs overlooking the valley, several hundreds of meters high, abundant waterfalls were falling, draining the flooded plateaus.

Eláda had been turned to shambles ; only the highest huts had been spared. The population had assembled on the heights, for a Beida Kowán, a great assembly of all the Isáwa. As soon as the waters had begun outgrowing their banks, messengers had been sent to the other settlements, who doubtless had suffered a similar fate.

"Unamúnka kéidam!" yelled Prândi. "Those of Unamúno arrive !". Indeed, a band of a dozen individuals had just appeared on the rocky crest. While they descended towards the meeting ground, a noisy tantrum broke out among those already assembled. "What shall we do now ?" lamented one ; "Your hut was rubbish anyway." snarkly noted another ; "Well, at least I bring back some food every day." answered her interlocutor.

Before anything else could be said, Sôwán, the current Kanúm, or coordinator, of Eláda, solemnly proclaimed the beginning of the Beida Kowán. "Friends and lovers, parents and kin, we are here assembled under the watchful eye of Kyewón. The people of Eláda the gentle, Zómrun the evergreen, Tewakím the white, Héymar of the plain, Lohádi by the woods, Kárgaš the high, Unamúno built of reed, Virún under the waterfall, Gámla by the mountain, bound in its flesh and mind by Šewár the everlasting, is here to deliberate on the sorrow of the rivers. While Ánde the shimmering (the moon) grew and faded twice, Óngi who always moves (River Aspect) and Lekému the thunderous (Sky Aspect) have unleashed all their might upon our home. Last year already, Bîma and Ífo had threatened to drown the valleys, and it is in the memory of all of us, save the youngest, that ten from Tewakím were seized by Bîma, never to be seen again.

We cannot doubt that the land that reared us, that we love and cherish, will take more of our friends and lovers, parents and kin, if we do nothing. So I have called upon you all to know what path we must follow now, what future we must choose.

Before we may discuss, let us remember Tumák, kind and joyous, Orošín the fast runner, and Káyedon the good hunter, before they enter their next life."

The silence was astounding. One could only hear the distant rumbles of the river, and the soft whisper of the wind.

Rising up, Frøya, the Kanúm of Tewakím asked all to remember "Wôdam, whose stories brought joy." After her, one after the other, all the Kenám spoke for their dead.

After this was done, Sôwán gestured towards Aúpa, the Kanúm of Zómrun. She promptly expressed her anguish: "I have no doubt that you have all greatly suffered. Our settlement has been washed away, and the trees whose fruits we depend now lay at the bottom of Bîma. I have no doubt that we will rebuild, as we always have, but this time we of Zómrun feel something has changed. Our ancestors spoke of the anger of the waters, but as an event many generations could live without seeing. In living memory, this is the third time the rivers have given us such sorrow, each time sooner and more terrible than ever before. When the rivers rise again, what will happen to us ? Will we wait for the waters to reach the cliffs ?"

Frøya, nodding, spoke in her turn. "In the short time since Onúma gave me life, I have seen Tewakím lose thirteen of her children. I cannot bear to see another one taken away. This is our home, the land which has always graced us with shelter and food. This is the land where Šewár made us see the sky for the first time. It is a land of wonders, which surely has no equivalent under Ráma the powerful (Sun aspect) and Ànde the shimmering. But I think that Bîma and Ífo have sent us a message from Bahéra the silent one (Death and Renewal). Our old life is gone, and we must start anew. This is what this means. There are lands beyond, where the sky is just as beautiful."

The crowd was visibly shaken. Some rose their hand in agreement, others brought it to their leg in disagreement. Šekém, the Kanúm of Kárgaš, forcefully opposed herself to the idea. "I cannot believe Šewár would be chasing us from the land he gave to us. No, no, no, the rivers are telling us something different. We have grown complacent, happy with what the land gave us, unwilling to improve our lot. Yet there is so much left to do. No one here can deny having wished there was a way to keep the sweet Tugúh (a type of berry) year round. Yet why has no one yet found a way solve this problem ? Because we have not tried. I believe Bîma and Ífo are telling us to fortify ourselves, to improve the land, protect it, and not simply live off it, like flies. We should not flee but rebuild, better and stronger, so that the anger of the rivers will never worry us again."

Many rose their hands. A fierce debate had been opened. It raged into the night, only to be interrupted by the strength of Hímyo the night-dweller (Sleep). At dawn, after all had been awakened, Sôwán, after the customary morning praise, revealed to all what the Kenám had agreed upon, so that it may be approved, or otherwise rejected. "Friends and lovers, parents and kin, we are here assembled under the watchful eye of Kyewón. After a long night, the Kenám have this to propose to you : our land is beautiful and plentiful, and it is here that Šewár revealed the life-bringing water to us. For that, we cannot be ungrateful. It will always be our home, ours to tend to and to celebrate. There is no better way to celebrate, we have found, than to rebuild, and to make better and more alive. We will not abandon our villages ; we will make them safer and sturdier."

A sigh of relief ran through the audience.

"Yet it is true Šewár has left many lands where we may still sing her praise. And so we will do what our ancestors did in the days before our birth, when they left Eláda the gentle to found the eight other settlements. We will send three parties, in all the directions of the wind. One shall head West, beyond the cliffs, one shall head South, down the blue Bîma, and one shall head East, following the fast Ífo. Wherever they shall deem worthy, they shall set up their new home, and promptly send back a messenger to inform us. This is the start of a new life for the Isáwa."

Many cheered in the crowd.

"Friends and lovers, parents and kin, do you agree to this proposition ?"

In the assembly, practically all raised their hand.

"And so it is."

Time: Era of Gray (no precise timekeeping system developed). Upcoming: Era of Black and White

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Branches Say

In the western exploration, the exploration continued relatively peacefully. The ones favoring hierarchical organization are no longer fighting but thinking about ways to add a role of black to aid discussions they would have. But it isn't clear for them on where to start. One then proposes what if the way was not to make agreement by consensus, but the decision makers always had the last word?

In the eastern exploration, the Platta working on division earlier (Fiyam) has been exploring the concept of drawn black trees with clear branches. They are doing this to see how something separates, and doesn't realize its other mathematical significances yet.

@Elitestpotato@Nerevarine
In the southern exploration, the Platta observe closely. Faw's actions are thought about but for now the Arsuron reaction is more watched.

At the same time, Kifam (dark blue), the writer, shows all around the book to make sure all Platta and Faw get a view. All Platta look closely. They don't understand the meanings due to the lack of shared language. A different Platta with a yellow cloth (engineer) who introduced themselves as Aylar, remembers the Platta who proposed means of how to write of mathematics at the last discussion. They are a little more aware of the relation to what is written. They still don't know, but the way the circles combine with the symbolism of complexity apparent, makes them see it more accurately than any other Platta present.

They explain to the other Platta, although all still could hear, "I sense that that book appears to be like Fiyam's work with the mathematical principles. Do you see how the circles show it? I think we should communicate over this to show common understanding here." Although as far as the Platta know, Fiyam is not a deity, but another Platta who happens to be mathematically inclined.

Wriz, the caretaker (dark green), gets a cloth that demonstrates the principles of mathematical writing. They show and give this to the Arsuron, and see what they do with it. Wriz also starts with saying a number sequence, to show the numbers beginning at zero. This is explained as well by gesture. With no pointing, they begin at zero. Then pointing at distinct objects as they go, they continue up until 10. They stop here to make sure things are understood.

The Society, Population 317, Era of Oxameter the Walker.
Technological Developments:
Writing 8/8 Complete
Early Theater 1/5
Copper Working 1/6
Organized Religion 6/8
The Settlement:
"Finished! Finished! By Tzeentch we have finished it! O praise the world and skies! The collected hymns of the Choir lies upon thee, my peers and my inferiors." Mr. Thought screamed from atop his podium followed by a flurry of screams of joy and praise.
"Joy and tranquility upon thee, for the meditations hath been documented! Not the meditations of us petty creatures, yet the ones of the gods! Through years of work and labor from our great scholars, we have created a new language. A language of scribe and papyrus. This new language shall be used by all our merchants, philosophers, and leaders whom shall use it at their convenience. This shall be done as soon as possible, for he who aspires to be great shall learn the works of those he envies, lest failure becomes inevitable."
He stopped for a moment which sat in dead silence as the crowd watched anxiously.
"My apologies, gentlemen. I mustn't become distracted. Ode to the Hymns, my brethren. five of these texts have been written, and four shall be given. One to the lizerdmen who wander the northern plains @Nerevarine, one to the wolves who bare Ashen fur @Raindeer, one to the arriving Nightwalkers whom shall be given a copy upon their arrival [@Fatherdagon] , and lastly one shall be transported to the east in hopes of finding more creatures of old @Diehard243 . Perhaps later ones should be given to the Arsuron brothers. It is of course important to mention that not all of these shall happen at the same moment, however we shall start with the Ashen wolves, the Nightwalkers, and the travelers as these are of the most importance to us. A Choirman missionary shall accompany these holy texts to teach them how to read this grand new language. Gentlemen, such a-."
Mr. Thought stopped as three Nightwalkers accompanied by a guard wandered into the tent and gathered the attention of the crowd in front of him.
"Gods! They hath arrived! Exit, ye who bare not black eyes!" Mr. Thought screamed loudly.
The crowd exited with disappointment as Mr. Thought jumped off his podium to greet the creatures.
"Good day, my faceless companions! Hold on as I try to find something so you can get an idea of what in the void I'm saying."
He looked around to try and find a stone in which to communicate. The leader of the group glanced at him and said
"No need. Speak similar. Taken here by woodman. Already spoken to pale one."
Mr. Thought sat silent in observation for a moment.
"Hmm... It appears are tongues strike quite similar. I'm certain Marsh will be glad to hear this. Regardless of this, I must ask you a few questions to satiate my curiosity of you strange beings."
The leader of the group nodded, ignorant of what he agreed to. Soon after, Mr. Thought barraged them with a series of questions that left them overwhelmed. However this was only temporary, as Marsh barged in before they were able to answer even one question to the disappointment of Mr. Thought.
"Ode to you, my companions of black!" Marsh spoke once outside of the tent with the group.
"I wish great luck and fortune to thee, and with that you may depart."
Mr. Thought than came running out of the tent and frantically told Marsh of the Hymns completion. Marsh handed them the book and instructed them to treat it with care.
"Depart, my brothers, and soon a visitor shall arrive and show you the path to greatness and truth." He concluded as the group prepared to return to their homeland.

The Eastern Woodlands:
"Ode to the homelands, my brothers, let us return to them." The philosopher spoke triumphantly.
"Indeed, we shall return." One of his comrades responded.
A Ferream than drew a picture representing their departure and the location of their homelands before leaving towards the west.

The Night-Walkers, Population 41 (21 in Khlin, 13 in Imlona, 8 in Kaaba)

Age of the Awoken Darkness, Night of the Second Flame

Techs: Trapping (2/3)

Kaaba

Kiebal looked up to the sky in concern. "On a night like this, dangers abound," she thought to herself. A night of this kind was when the flame was closest to victory, and its creatures can be dangerous at such a time. The servants of the flame come out at night only at a time like this, where the holy moon is enveloped in a circle of flame, transformed into the second flame. As much as the Heart-Tree protected them from many large predators, Kiebal was still nervous. The fight between that worker and her on the topic of dangers in working spawned an idea in her head. "With the Twins of the Moon living here now," she thought to herself, "we cannot take foolish risks." She had tried to cover up the areas where the more dangerous predators could enter, but it had failed once. A worker was wounded and had to be temporarily taken to Imlona for healing. It was now obvious that something had to be done, or it might be worse next time. Kiebal's second attempt was to set something up that would injure the creature, hurt it so that it would keep away. She had set up a series of arrows, buried into the ground so that the heads were the only pieces that stuck out.

Kiebal was going over this new plan in her head when the scream of a Night-Walker was heard, followed by the screech of panther. She ran down in a panic. She wondered what happened. Had the trap worked? Had it worked on an unwary Walker instead of a predator? She reached the bottom and found a Walker on the ground, still alive but stunned by the sight. A panther, one of the mighty servants, one of the great enemies, lying dead, puncture wounds on the paws and arrows protruding from its sides. "Vile flame," she said to herself, "this works. I wonder, though, could we actually kill one of these demons?" She smiled as the archer who was on guard walked up to the panther and dragged it off to be butchered for the next night's feast.

Camp in Grasslands

@Shoggothought
Near the borders of the Wasteland, the End of the World which contains the village known to its inhabitants as "The Settlement", Haixun and his band of scouts made their camp. Haixun was once again trying to figure out exactly what happened in this strange land. They had arrived, only to be taken to a pale, tentacled being that was unlike anything they had ever seen. In this tent, he seemed to appear out of nowhere, speaking words that they only half-understood before being sent away to another one of their leaders. What did they call their chiefs? Matrs, Haixun thought. He had sent them to another, Matr Thought. That much, they understood. After entering, it was revealed that there was a great crowd of these tentacle-beings, woodmen, and the corpse-creatures. Unlike Matr Death, this one was a woodman. He seemed to send everyone off after seeing the group. Then, after introductions with this yellow-robed woodman, he started asked a thousand questions with a single breath, none of them making any sense. Thankfully, the moon brought a new one of these strange creatures. This one was named Matr... what was it? Matr March. That was it. He took them outside and spoke quickly, the scout group barely able to follow any idea of what he was saying. Matr Thought then came out and spoke something that made no real sense and gave an object to March. March then gave it to Haixun and promised to send someone. Someone to teach, I think. And what was up with their thorns? March had a crown of thorns, Death had bracelets. It looked incredibly uncomfortable.

With that, Haixun began observing the object that they gave him. The... "Hims?" What does that mean? Its a strange object that can be separated. When separated, on the strange material are stranger symbols. Some seemed to reappear many times, while others are less common. And it seems to be written in some red substance. Like red sap, from some desert tree... but there are no trees in the desert. Could it be blood? Haixun shook his head, this "Settlement" seems to have a strange obsession with pain. What could it be? What could it possibly be used for? It looks like it would be very hard to make. What is its purpose? These questions plagued Haixun, but he decided that he would wait for the promised "visitor".

With a grin, Haixun said to his group of scouts, who were in their own conversations and thoughts, "What a strange day!" They all laughed, excited to see what other wonders this great world holds.

Time: Era of Black and White (no precise timekeeping system developed)

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This Era of Gray

The era of Black and White had begun. This was marked by three main changes. The final piece of the hierarchical system had been determined. The newest discovery of Fiyam, the idea of a logical true or false duality. And the unknown black circle above the world.

Platta everywhere, including in the south, had halted their acts as the world became distinctly darker from the eclipse. Observing in the region of Nova (Sun), the change was apparent. In the south, the Platta wonder if this is an act of the unknown race. They watch how it is responded, too.

In all places, the symbolism is studied. The great blackness hints at a powerful change. It hints to all Platta the coming times will be of extremes. Extreme quiet or extreme pain. Extreme cooperation or extreme violence.

The mediator of all (Grey) kneels down alone while staring at the sky. Although, they are surrounded by other Platta, they do this alone. They state the relevance of the event from memory. "It is the time of another change. As last time the sky has become dark before the night, this is the end of this Era of Gray. The era of Black and White begins with all of its powers..."

The Ashen & The Soruli: Grooming Friendship

@Raindeer

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Soruli visible under the massive tree were engulfed with different activities. Some were weaving patters with thinly cut leaves and flowers, others rested upon their backs and patted upon drums absent-mindedly as they gazed to the sky between the spaces of the leaves above.

None seemed to be very active physically aside from a few pairs of Soruli, dancing about with staffs of wood spinning about them as if they were extensions of their body. (And perhaps one or two who are pulled into the brush behind the tree for other kinds of dancing.)

Little kin, tiny Soruli letting out chirps and repeated phrases, peeked around the bodies of caretakers as all the Ashen Hounds were led to the eastern side of the Soruli clearing to rest upon mats of thick leaves within the shade as purring masses of fur and scale.

Ima, Mica and Cor looks to the sheer number that followed them, Cor in particular letting out an impressed whistle before Ima turned to wave over assistance from the varying Soruli unoccupied. Little kin were kept with their caretakers, all others helped in this greeting of Ashen to the Soruli world.

The sweet smelling pastes were brought as varying Ashen marks and scars were examined to soothe them, twigs and mud brushed out of the fur and pulled from scales.

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Mica holds back a trill of annoyance as she feels the leader nudge her, right eye only conveying the smallest twitch before she turns her head to look over at him, eyes connecting with his own as she offers a fruit- her other hand propped upon her hip.

She mutters something about "needy" amid her directions to Soruli waiting to help about the fruit the Ashen enjoy most, gesturing to the remains of the one just fed to the Leader.

Group lead by the Alpha, Soruli territory
23 adults
Technological advancement
Weaving: 0/2
Staffs: 0/2

The Alpha took a short moment to gaze away the from dark one that had caught his interest and looked closer at the surroundings, barking out to the others.

"Those birds moving with the large sticks. Find out how they made those and how to use them. Do the same with the ones that create patterns with the leaves. Could be useful. Get to it. The rest of you can relax for now."

The hounds looked among one another and growled back and forth about whom would go where. Four hounds lumbered over towards the stick-moving birds and two towards the leaf-patterning ones, grumbling over being taken away from the grooming, but not loud enough for the Alpha to hear. Which was not necessary as the Alpha had already redirected his attention towards the bird that offered him fruit. He took the fruit gently out of her hand and very gently head butted her side as a thank you.

The hounds grew fond of the birds that groomed them, often returning their kindness with gentle head butts and occasional attempts at cleaning them. (Ergo, licking them.)

The four hounds that lumbered over to the stick-moving birds sat down and quietly observed their movements, unwilling to disturb in their movements.

The two that watched the leaf-patterning ones watched closely and tilted their heads curiously, one of them moving his paws slowly in the same movements as the birds did in an attempt to learn.

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The Eastern Woodlands:
"Ode to the homelands, my brothers, let us return to them." The philosopher spoke triumphantly.
"Indeed, we shall return." One of his comrades responded.
A Ferream then drew a picture representing their departure and the location of their homelands before leaving towards the west.

Howling Hound clan den cluster.
16 adults, 12 younglings.
Technological advancement.
Rock shaping: Done (Brought forward by Society teachings)
Basic armor: 2/2 (Idea given by Society teachings)

The hounds gathered around the carving the man of wood had made and tried to make sense out of the last part, barking between one another about whom was right and whom was wrong.

In the meantime, Borje and Leif finished shaping the rock as the man of wood had and slowly lowered it upon their heads. It was heavy and blocked their vision slightly, but the holes made for their ears and noses left their other senses untouched. They shook their heads lightly to make sure they did not fall of. Leif had to reshape it slightly to make it fit better, but overall they worked as intended.

"If we can cover head... We can cover the rest of us?" Leif said questioningly.

"Not paws or legs. Can not make the rock move. Body can be protected." Borje said calmly and sat down next to a larger rock and began hollowing out a larger rock after the shape of his body, leaving holes for his front and hind legs, as well as his neck and tails.