"Look, okay, look. This...this here was not intended. You said 'make it clean', but then they started screaming, then the crying. 'I have a family. I have pups that need me. Blah, blah, blah. They weren't cooperating, you know what I mean. So, yeh, my experiment wasn't a resounding success but, hey, we now know that they have a severe allergic reaction to the control metals AAAAAND bleach is an excellent stain remover."
Name: Jacob Ribald Age:25 Sex: Boy Parts Sexual Preference: Girl Bits
Relationships:
Cat - 3 year old German Shepard. Ribald's Best Bud and loyal guardian. Trained to sit, stay, beg, rip, tear and other fun tricks. Fish - Snow White Dove. It's the finest dove Ribald found during one of his excursions. Wonderful singer and poet and conversationalist. Awful swimmer. ??? (Solder) - an odd fellow is around town, a drear and melancholy type. Doesn't really like to talk. ??? (Willard) - A nice aged-man lives next door. He seemed alarmed to see me at first. Like he saw a ghost or something. Whatever, hes a funny guy.
Personality: Ribald considers himself a true scientist. The world is his oyster and all he has to do is pry it open, root around the fleshy bits and dispose the remains carelessly to get the liver...wait pearl, he means pearl. All this talk of red tape, and "morals", impede the path to science. He's amicable to the mundane populations, but these Wolves are a scientific novelty and their prostrations won't keep him away.
Biography: Born and raised in the horrifying farms of Wisconsin. Cows here, cows there. Everywhere a cow, cow. His mother and father treated him horribly with their kisses, and nagging, and 'do your chores Jake.' So he... moved out. Went to college, got a degree in Zoological Studies and Industrial Chemistry. Unfortunately, the rest of the scientific community doesn't share his devotion and his funding was cut. He opted to find a nice cottage where he found something quite outside the realm of modern science. A human turning into a wolf. Of course science occurred with the assistance of a bear trap. Some like-minded men found out what he found out and offered him funding and 'specialized' education. He was assigned to many hunting parties but never really was attached to any in particular. Now assigned to a small town as an 'Surveying' Agent to send reports back to the boys back home.
Hunter Information Weapons of choice: Standard Issue Thule Society Crossbow (Silver Tipped Injector Bolts) Experiences: For the advancement of humankind through science. Kills Count: 12 ( 1 Killed in Cottage Cellar, 11 killed on operating table. Only 5 subjects were actually captured by a team he was present in.) Organization: Thule Society Weaknesses: Piss poor in a fist fight, tunnel-visions like a motherfucker, not used to working a solo mission. Naïve, thinks people are either Saints or Subjects, never had an eye for telling Wolves in Humanskin from actual mundanes.
Whoa, this thread is getting fired up. But yeah, WildHost and I know each other and live in the same neighborhood thats a bootycall from the Event Center. And while yeh the terrorist attempt is a serious issue, it's pretty much treated lightly around here, and WildHost is just reflecting the typical reaction of the community. If nothing violent happened at the event center the hate group that hosted the drawing contest would have gotten so much more negative flak. On the other hand if innocents actually died WildHost wouldn't be in a joking mood. Instead we got the fuck-up terrorist duo getting shrekt by the boys-in-blue and we are really proud of their service.
But yeh, Voltus was in the right, the issue is real and the tone that the rest of he country wouldn't match ours.
The envoy continues its journey, to make contact with the peoples upriver.
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"All right ya' whipper snappers. I hold seniority over you all and I says we need to get back to our roots you could say..." He paused for effect,
"FARMS! Lots of 'em. Earth for the Earth God. Seeds for the Seed Throne. Build along the rivers. My boys say we can cut ditches in he earth to bring water to the outer fields without us having to fill the buckets. Oh god the buckets... BUT NO MORE."
Many of the original council have passed or gone into retirement. A new seat of Representatives have arisen led by prominent leaders which aren't exclusive to the family heads anymore. The 7 Small Council Members now include prominent farm hands and ranchers and an 8th seat has been added for the head priestess. However through sheer stubbornness Elder Rye has firmly held his position on the council refusing to step down.
"The Goddess Smile upon you Venerated Rye," Head Priestess Syndra chimed in, she has a few more Winters under her belt now, being a Priestess of the Goddess of Fertility of course drove her to create a large family setting a precedent for future Priestesses. "However to add to that I wish that the new fields be consecrated and dedicated to the Earth Mother to receive Her blessing before every planting and harvesting period. That the Fields may be given life and a Guardian from he Earth Mother.
Rye nodded in agreement along side the rest of the council. The villagers were devout followers at this point, each sharing a common belief of the Earth Mother. While there had been trying winters, they continued to grow and prosper.
Bitches finish up the expedition. Afterwards the doods back home expand their farms and try to set up primitive irrigation. Planting and Harvesting take a religious role, each major expansion is celebrated and exalted. Fields will be treated as homes of guardian spirits.