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Civilization Roleplay: Rise of Races (The Tribes of Nova Mondial Want You!)

@Nerevarine

Explorers in Soruli Territory

It was not long before the explorers had come across shows of civilization. While passing through the rainforest, hit one of the canoes, cutting a hole into it. As the boat was dragged out onto the river's coast, bark was cut from one of the trees and placed over the hole, using bone pins hammered in to fix the hole. While repairing the damage, one of the Arsuron caught sight of something moving in the forests. The figure appeared to be some kind of owl, though larger. The curious explorers followed after the creature, hoping to get a better look. The Arsuron tracked and followed the creature, not sure if they would notice them or not.

The area where the Asuron landed had nut-bowls and coconut shells collected into piles to one side, the area lined with moss covered logs and the odd drum left for dancing.

Naho was a Soruli of deep red hair and deep orange eyes. Coconut shaped shells she'd eaten her lunch at on the river side after her bath held water for those still at The Home Tree.

She'd held them close to her chest with her staff balanced on her head as she walked, making a game out of lifting a leg and taking a grand step forward, chirping happily.

Taking step after step, minding the movement of the water in its natural containers, she suddenly heard the hammering echoed back from whence she came and went rigid.

Her fur seemed to almost stand on end on her body as she turned and stared back, kneeling to place her water containing coconuts near the base of a nearby little tree.

She ended up peeking through the bushes around the river spot of feeding and spying on the odd looking... pointy eared things. She tilted her head, seeming like some type of fuzzy owl observing another kind of bird.

Naho stepped back carefully, hoping to sneak away, yet paused as one of the Pointy Eared looked her direction. She suppressed the urge to screech with surprise but still stood up entirely from her crouch staring at them with big eyes of orange before rushing into the forest.

Passing the coconuts in her run, she paused and turned staring at them, then up at the tree towering above.

She quickly climbed and perched herself amid the shade and hanging leaves to observe the Pointy Eared approach with growing anticipation and semi-nervous tweeting sounds.

Looking around herself, thinking of something to offer and seeing nothing, her mind working quickly. Taking in a deep breath, Naho moved to slowly move the hanging leaves aside to gaze down at them from above, pleasant singing sounds coming from her mouth.

Civilization Roleplay: Rise of Races (The Tribes of Nova Mondial Want You!)

A Soruli Story: The Many Eyes Above

That first night was the hardest.

When all had collected to rest in the large mass of limbs and warmth, they did not expect the night sky as it was.

It was so beautiful, so terrifying, so filled with eyes looking back down that it imbedded an idea within each head that rose to look up.

To some there was a fear. An irrational, primal fear that those Soruli gave no thought, no name, yet allowed to overtake them and make them run and hide.

Some in the past ran to the tree, others dug shallows holes in the ground and covered themselves in leaves. There were those that just kept running and running until they were stopped by exhaustion or engulfed by the unknown.

Those that were not afraid quickly realized what the sky eyes were as they found and chased after kin who had been afraid.

This is that the night sky is many eyes staring downward to the earth. These are eyes of family and friends past, who are concerned for those currently walking. When one dies, they then watch from the night sky-

“For what pwoo-pus?” Interrupted a little voice with a curious chirping.

“And what of Ima-Pa?” Questioned another little voice in a lower pitched chirp.

“Ima-Pa got us berry paints and the flowers!”

“Je-Re is testing the new dusts!”

The Soruli interrupted, named Mahl, looked at the large collection of little ones cuddled up close as their chirpings of questions, answers and observations continued on. Irritation for a moment flashed through her red eyes before amusement settled on her face.

Mahl shook her head of pure white fur and feather as she let out a kind cooing sound, “Little Kin of Little Chirps, shh.”

This caused a chain reaction as the some of the panicked little kin spouted words and phrases instead of quieting.

“Shh-shh, quiet!”
“Do not bite the speaker.”
“Listen. Listen.”
“Question in head then mouth.”
“You’re too young to nibble that way.”

The voices and phrases, though high pitched coming from their little bodies, were most certainly not owned by them.

~

Two Years After The Awakening
The Soruli of The Home Tree
Population: 36 + ?
(? - On account of many pregnancies currently active.)

Technological Development:
Animal Husbandry: 2/4
"Herbal Medicine": 1/3

~

Ima had discovered many things that first day.

Odd things of many colors and kinds that hung from the trees, the vines and grew up from the ground. Large plant leaves that could hold all of these things and allow them to be carried back. A creature or two that moved or flew in fashions questionable.

Most of the encountered flora and fauna were peaceful. A slow approach, an offered fruit or nut in hand and that peace was kept.

This was one of the horrific kind.

Batting his staff left and right to keep thrashing vine-like things away, as he fell backward from the branch a call exiting his mouth, “Mica! Cor!”

Taloned hands caught him on the descent to the forest floor, pulling him onto another branch as he huffed and gazed back up at the treetops where the false vines still moves and searched for him.

Cooing and kissing at his forehead, Cor embraced him as Mica made a worried sound and gazed upward to the vines as well.

“Stop this madness.” Cor pleaded.

“I must catch it’s sound so that I may give it peace.” Ima patiently pointed out, ignoring the stinging sensation across his chest and other portions of his body as Cor’s strong arms tightened.

“Plants make no sound like beasts, we went over this.” Mica pointed out from his other side.

“These beasts just look like plants.” Ima again patiently responded, lifting moving a hand to pet Cor’s head. “I will find this one’s sound and quell its wild heart.”

“Whilst we are to keep catching you at each failure and let our own hearts stop their beating?” Mica made a scoffing sound and looked around, producing soft outcries and listening before turning back.

Ima chose to not respond, watching the false vines reposition themselves to hang and wrap around branches below.

~~~

Carried on Cor’s back, Ima gazed up at The Home Tree that his people had woke up under in their drugged ecstasy now helping hold up varying structures made of spare branches, leaves and twisted vines.

Little kin ran up to meet them, chirping and dancing about in happiness in the colors of rainbows, bodies covered in various colors of dusts and paints.

Mahl casually tailed the group of children, similarly colorful as the little ones, if not more so due to her pale skin and fur. Her red eyes looked upon the trio as a coo of concern exited her mouth.

“Another encounter with the false vines…”
~

Soruli looked over and up from their activities around the tree as Ima was carried to the central area to rest upon a collection of soft leaves. Some were grinding nuts and berries to make special pastes for healing. Others making special dusts for play and sensual pleasures.

There were a few that were simply beating drums and singing songs to each other, providing an upbeat tone to the occasion as wildlife scurried about, eating from taloned hands or little leaf mats placed for them on the ground.

To the sounds of the music made some trained with their staffs, swinging and moving as if the length of wood were an extension of their bodies.

The soft pads of Mica’s taloned fingers rubbed some special paste into Ima’s exposed flesh as he sat upon a small provided log and contemplated.

“You have been this way ever since we lost Su.” Mica whispered gently, turning her eyes to gaze at Cor as he played with the little kin. “It’s foolish, Ima. We all had little kin to before the end. Her blood lives. Her stories live through us.”

Ima’s own voice came out in a calm drawl, “And when we die?”

“Our little will pass on her story.”

“They never knew her. They could never know her from just stories from our mouths.”

Mica flinched and Ima paused in his venom. Turning his head to look at her, his head lowering to rub against hers in apology.

The Soruli adapt the shells of certain nuts and the bark of trees into plates and bowls.

Next to Mica, one bowl held a small amount of pink dust. Ima extended a hand and collected a portion, holding it palm up before blowing it gently into Mica’s face.

As she gasped and then breathed it in, her eyelids lowered and her body swayed to the still beating drums.

She blew a larger portion back into his face and as the colors of the world streamed together to a single pin-point within his sight, their bodies rose and began dancing. Bodies close and still too far, breaths short but filled with life.

Thoughts melted away. Worries melted away. Minds melded and bodies simply moved together.

~

Civilization Roleplay: Rise of Races (The Tribes of Nova Mondial Want You!)

Greetings all. I am excited and perhaps fearful of the coming times of interaction... however, I am interested in seeing where things shall go. Perhaps... perhaps... so many things could happen! It makes me want to giggle and scream!

Notes.

To @Nerevarine:
The character sheet for your race... I do not see it within the Characters Tab. May you please add it for ease of reference in the future?

Edit: Also... I hope we may send message back and forth concerning some of the things your canoe traders may or may not see when they first arrive to a chosen "trading post" with my people.

To @Raindeer:
Friend... we must discuss the meeting between our races soon. Allow me moments to double check what has been developed over passed time for Soruli. I must manage how much death and birth has occurred with their discoveries of nature.

Civilization Roleplay: Rise of Races (The Tribes of Nova Mondial Want You!)

Thank you, Mango Juice. May your flavor still be fresh and taste ripe in the coming days of question, building and possible sleep.

Civilization Roleplay: Rise of Races (The Tribes of Nova Mondial Want You!)

Greetings all.

There are some things I'd like to have cleared or denied permission before my next posting.

The next post will skip a year and refer back to the previous with story, but...

1. I had hoped to have the Soruli encounter odd plant/wild life within the rainforest as it seemed like a cool place to mess with. A plant which tries to catch with vines and then eat one alive like a venus flytrap, a snake that bites and melds with the skin to release its eggs within the flesh to let them fester then burst outward, a nice flower that releases pleasant scents and is able to eventually be breed for different colors and sizes... etc. etc.

Would any of those be allowed if I kept the progression of finding realistic as desired? There will certainly be experimentation, death and then sometimes success. These things would mainly be set up for future use as time goes on, not simply a one-shot aspect of story.

2. How do all feel this day? I hope well.

Civilization Roleplay: Rise of Races (The Tribes of Nova Mondial Want You!)

Chairman Mihndar, I apologize that my post is not as big as my promise. I had intended to have more, but wished to post today as per suggestion. I shall try not to fail you in future postings.

One also hopes your busy day is less by now.

Added:
An edit was made to the second half of the post to make it more coherent.

Civilization Roleplay: Rise of Races (The Tribes of Nova Mondial Want You!)

The Soruli, The First Awakening

Light passes the leaves above to land upon the bodies strewn about on the dirt below, sprawled every which way in a clearing.

Tall lanky shapes, contrasting to the dirt with their grey flesh and clawed little fingers and toes. Manes of fur and the odd feather poking out here and there.

Some lay together, couples or entire groups in what seems to be the quiet comfort of body upon body and body next to body in close contact.

Some are sprawled in midair from the odd branch in the trees above, legs or arms dangling down from the vines suspending them.

Some are curled into an opening within a large large tree, somehow burrowed out and massive enough to go beyond the tops of the trees that already tower.

There is silence then punctuated by a high-pitched vibrating noise.

A body twitches, stirring with life amidst one of the groupings of bodies. A low cluck of discomfort exiting a mouth of itty bitty triangular teeth.

Two large orbs of deep blue open to take in the world.

A long leg laid over its chest, an arm wrapped around its leg and what seems to be drool forming on the fur of its groin from a head that rested there along with the utter shock of the sight it takes in keeps it from rising for a moment.

The nature of a rainforest. Bright of greens, tall of trees, winding be its vines and plentiful its leaves. The flowers of all shapes and sizes, formations and colorations astounded.

Color. Color. Color. WILD COLORS A SPECTRUM OF WONDER!

Its mouth dropped open as it sat up and moved back on its hands and feet, allowing the sleeping companion that used its lower half as a pillow to flop onto the ground by the side of its face. The arm clutching its leg and the leg that had been on its chest both pulled away in an awkward motion as their owners stirred awake, making saddened clucking sounds.

The initial being to awake reached down to pet its companion’s furry heads, even that of the one so gone it kept drooling onto the dirt. Its eyes took in the world around, the bodies of partners together, the leaves, light, plants, air, the massive tree towering above all, thicker than all, encompassing enough to cast shade down upon the gathered Soruli below, its branches letting numerous vines hang to below. Blue eyes spotted the odd fellow somehow suspended amid the vines and with big yellow pools of space gazing downward.

“Je-re?” Our initial creature cawed, astounded at the display of suspension and mind boggled for a moment as to how one got up there to begin with whilst its taloned fingers petted and its caressed partners back to sleep.

“Imaaaa. I flyyyy…” After the warbled greeting, Je-re wiggled his body to make himself swing back and forth as “Ima”, as our main character in this moment of time shall be named, watched on.

“Je-re, you’re not… well, no you’re not but you’re…” Each thought seemed to be interrupted by the sheer motion Je-re was able to summon with his odd jerking and bending. Ima stopped attempting to speak to him entirely when vomit hurled forth from Je-re’s mouth to splash onto the thankfully uninhabited ground below.

Ima turned eyes away from the display, thinking it better it was better for Je-re to purge the…

The...

“...What spirits were taken within?” Ima mumbled, mind searching for the memories that told of what their group had consumed, but only recalled the bending colors, the movement of bodies in dance and in bliss. The cawing and drums that gave tempo to all actions and… everything else blank save the words that came from mouth, names of kin and common sense.

“Good stuff~” Cooed one of Ima’s partners, reaching a hand out to run the soft pads of the taloned hands along Ima’s fur and exposed skin, deep red eyes of space peeking up from a mane of light brown fur.

“Really good stuff~” Cooed another, tongue hanging out of their mouth as lighter red eyes with hair just a shade darker than its other cooing kin, looked upward and an arm attempted to wrap around Ima’s waist.

The Soruli with its head still resting on the ground made some type of garbled response to the dark dirt as Ima pondered all this, allowing its wakened partners to feel and pet as they wished.

A disappointed caw exited Ima’s mouth, “ ‘Good stuff’ that has left me without spirits still within as they continue to dance within others...”

Ima’s blue orbs took in the world around, paying absent attention to the affections of the partners. One taloned hand went through Ima’s head fur, a mane of creamy color speckled with silver feathers.

Disinterested in continuing merging of body and souls when such bounty that incited the natural curiosity lit a different type of spirit in Ima’s chest.

Taloned little feet cross the dirt below, eyes taking in the flowers, the life abound. Hours and hours pass.

~Later That Day~

Leaves, vines and branches intertwining to create shadows in patterns to the flowering growth and the dark dirt below.

Heat. Breathing.

Some shadows fall upon a large mass, at first glance one large creature with a multitude of colors for its pelt and a hundred extending feathers drifting in some subtle breeze where its settled upon the soft ground.

Sleeping. Shifting.

A second glance. The creature writhes and moves gently in one portion or another, as if ever shifting in its sleep. No eyes open. No legs or arms or central mass conveyed amidst all the fur and feather.

Moon light.

A third glance. Soruli manes and feathers turned outward. Bodies piled on top one another to keep warmth close and make them look like some large beast. A natural defense from the smaller and weaker hearted creatures that would approach.

The pale shaft of light illuminates the very top of the mass, causing particular Soruli head to twitch and shift.

A singular section of pale grey flesh, one Soruli face, lifts toward the light of the moon.

One eye opens, a vortex of shifting blue and white that almost challenging the stars above in their brilliant beauty.

Silence. Shaking.

The Soruli's mouth spreads revealing rows of little triangular teeth and a thin tongue of charcoal.

In the next moment it releases a screech that pierces the ears of all near and the calls out toward the heavens.

Terrified. Terrified. Terrified.

Civilization Roleplay: Rise of Races (The Tribes of Nova Mondial Want You!)

Name of Race: Soruli

Picture/Description:


(I decided to change the name of my beings from Coruli to Soruli.)

- A race with tall lanky builds of lean muscle, not built for excessive strength or toughness, but for flexibility and swift gymnastic feats. Though mainly bipedal, they are comfortable with moving on all fours.

- Heights of full adults vary between 5’0 to 6’0. The rare or rather exceptional Soruli could be 7 feet tall or gain more muscle structure, but these are generally less optimal for the activities of the people.

- Fur and small portions feathers accent portions of their bodies, whether upon their heads, neck to groin, or from the back of their neck to the small of their back. These accents may even go around their wrists and ankles or down their arms.

- Small talons are upon their hands and feet, mainly to help with gripping branches or prey.

- They are not inclined to colder climates and generally prefer humid/hot regions.

~~~

Racial Characteristics (Things Specific to the Race):

- Eyes for any of the Soruli are large and each has a varying color with floating flecks of a white that resemble stars.
(Akin to this Owl’s: )

- Their skin is of an ashy-grey, the colors of the furs and feathers vary wildly.

- They are able to make high-pitched songs and outcries like that of birds to communicate. Whilst also able to replicate sounds they hear around themselves.

- The Soruli's reproductive organs are internal and further making the line between male and female harder to distinguish, both male and female can carry and lay fertilized eggs though a female is always required to produce and transfer them through relations.

~~~

Race Bio (Personality, etc.):

The Soruli. An overall peaceful race, more characterized by their curiosity. The greyish portions of their flesh are commonly painted with things found to befit the nature around them.

They tend to take things as they come and experiment with what they have, approaching new things with caution and observation.

Culturally, either male or female can be a leader in any smaller group, though larger groups tend to form Councils that oversee different tasks. Otherwise Soruli tend to just do what needs to be done with no regard for rank otherwise.

Within the land they inhabit, they generally tend to shift from spot to spot in a place settled. An open clearing one day and the branches of the treetops on another.

~~~

Current intended development: Agricultural/Religious or Scientific

They will most certainly collect and plant things in time, as well as raise animals for their use and consumption. A balance might be struck between Religion and Science, as they will try to continue their peaceful ways to some capacity and also further their understanding of the world.

Beginning Techs (Given):
Cloth Weaving.
Fire-Making.
Wood-Tools.

Given Tech:
Basic Flutes (They themselves could create wind noises akin to flutes.)
Basic Drums. (For celebration, general entertainment, etc.)
Stone Tools. (For grinding, basic hacking/cutting.)

Tech Development:

Animal Husbandry: 2/4
"Herbal Medicine": 2/3

~~~

Location on Map: South-East on the current provided map in a central portion of the rainforest that stops at a river-side. (Color: Pink)



Main Characters So Far:

Ima: Exploration Leader, Council Member. (Eyes: Deep Blue.) (Fur: Cream w/ Silver Feathers.)

Je-Re: Leader of Curiosity, Council Member. (Eyes: Yellow.) (Fur: Dirt Brown w/ Black Feathers)

Mahl: Parent of All, Council Member. (Eyes: Bright Red.) (Fur: White w/ White Feathers)

Cor: Mate of Ima, Explorer. (Eyes: Light Brown) (Fur: White w/Fluffy White feathers.)

Mica: Mate of Ima, Explorer. (Eyes: Light Blue) (Fur: Black w/Charcoal Feathers.)

Naho: Water-Liking Soruli, General Resident. (Eyes: Deep Orange) (Fur: Dark Red w/No visible feathers.)

Civilization Roleplay: Rise of Races (The Tribes of Nova Mondial Want You!)

Greetings all. I am new to this type of role-playing, yet shall attempt my hand at its ways. I hope to not have missed too much in my development below.

Name of Race: Soruli

Picture/Description:


(I decided to change the name of my beings from Coruli to Soruli.)

- A race with tall lanky builds of lean muscle, not built for excessive strength or toughness, but for flexibility and swift gymnastic feats. Though mainly bipedal, they are comfortable with moving on all fours.

- Heights of full adults vary between 5’6 to 6’0. The rare or rather exceptional Soruli could be 7 feet tall or gain more muscle structure, but these are generally less optimal for the activities of the people.

- Fur and small portions feathers accent portions of their bodies, whether upon their heads, neck to groin, or from the back of their neck to the small of their back. These accents may even go around their wrists and ankles or down their arms.

- Small talons are upon their hands and feet, mainly to help with gripping branches or prey.

- They are not inclined to colder climates and generally prefer humid/hot regions.

~~~

Racial Characteristics (Things Specific to the Race):

- Eyes for any of the Soruli are large and each has a varying color with floating flecks of a white that resemble stars.
(Akin to this Owl’s: )

- Their skin is of an ashy-grey, the colors of the furs upon them tend to be earthy tones and their feathers vary wildly in coloration.

- They are able to make high-pitched songs and outcries like that of birds to communicate.

~~~

Race Bio (Personality, etc.):

The Soruli. An overall peaceful race, more characterized by their curiosity. The greyish portions of their flesh are commonly painted with things found to befit the nature around them.

Very much stuck in their own free flowing manner, they seem to take things as they come and experiment with what they have, approaching new things with caution and observation.

Culturally, either male or female can be a leader in any smaller group, though larger groups tend to form Councils.

Within the lands they inhabit, they generally can’t keep settled for too long and tend to shift from spot to spot. An open clearing one day and the branches of the treetops on another.

~~~

Current intended development: Agricultural/Religious or Scientific

They will most certainly collect and plant things in time, as well as raise animals for their use and consumption. A balance might be struck between Religion and Science, as they will try to continue their peaceful ways to some capacity and also further their understanding of the world.

Beginning Techs Not Already Given: Staffs, Basic Flutes

~~~

Location on Map: South-East on the current provided map in a central portion of the rainforest that stops at a river-side.

(I went ahead and made a direct position upon the map, along with a black box for the names of the races to come out clearer.)

"A new being arrives." Says the Poster.

Greetings to all others who encompass this realm. I shall be here and there in times that shall not be balanced. Enjoy your existences with peace. Enjoy your lives with feverish pleasure.

I depart.