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This is relevant.

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@rezay ah i got it.
They use animals they find dead for their hides. Primarily for yurtas.

As for some plant fibers, sure flax is kinda advanced, but making something a bit more fabric-like than the raincoat example should be possible.
I mean, there's plants you just open up, drag out the strings inside and dry them. Makes rudimentary strings one can weave into things. Not full on dense fabric but certainly good for some clothes.

But yeah, either they go naked or hides otherwise. And hunting for hides doesn't make massive sense.

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As usual lots of posts during my sleep :P

@rezay However, i think you forgot Flax and other plant fibers. It makes sense for them to focus on plant based things since they eat the stuff.
As for yurts, i'd say they hunt Rhinos and Krollan specifically for hides. Just leaving the meat since to them it's a waste resource.

As for the passage of time. I was expecting the months scale of things from last time, but there we had a weird racial memory so people sort of remembered stuff. So tech sort of improved monthly or quarterly.
Which is hella fast, so here it'll probably be different.
But yeah, it's also a question how many players want their characters to be important through time. If we want to we can just say that all races gain technologies faster than history (and those with intelligent are even faster).

But yeah, discussions probs needed.

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I guess it would be a bit op if you began with already trained and domesticated Ovis (found in the fauna section of post 1) so the Aad doesn't feel too overpowered.
I mean, it's like a few small sheep right? Not like you start out with full husbandry and wool industry.

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I see our resident skeleton has begun an IC post.

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I've made a lineart piece myself for the sobek, tried to colour it...... gave up on it.

I know the struggle.

I'll post it when my guys get some proper clothes and stuff.

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I do like the pic @rezay, while kinda rough it's good. Perhaps a bit uniformly thick lines, would probs look better with only the outer lines being thick.
But now i'm critiquing art, point is i like it.

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@rezay It seems your race pic isn't showing in the character tab

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In the beginning, something was felt, now history begins.

In the beginning, something was felt, now history begins.

Day ?, Week ?, Cycle ?
Sobek marshlands.
Springtime, 32 C*, Sunny

The swamp was a deep green cacophony of sounds, insects, toads and the creaking of trees. Large ferns easily two meters tall were scattered around and sprang up from the musky brown green water. Large mangroves blotted out large swathes of the swamp, leaving mostly shadows and only a few streaks of light reaching the swamp floor.

A small village constructed from trees built upon stilts close to the water surface sat in a clearing, it had no name apart from home, because it didn't need one, no leader for the elders held council and decided upon the future, no gods for no one asked where they all came from.
It was a day like all others, apart from that small spark of fire that all could feel, but Sobek if one thing were practical and as such disregarded the feeling, as best they could at least.
A young Sobek kept staring at the sky, the colours fantastical and varied, he had always wondered how it was so, wondered how they had come here but never asked. But now an urge was born inside him, a fire he could not contain, he had to ask, he had to know.
His name was Ata, and he would become the one who sought answers, but to find answers one must speak. He would become the first speaker.

With a pride in his heart and spring to his steps, he walked to the others gathered who were just moving out to this days activities when Ata spoke loudly and clearly.
-"I am ATA! I will speak the questions you all hold in your hearts! Why are we here? How did we get here? Why are things like they are? Did someone put us here? I will sound these questions for you, i will become the first Speaker!" All the other Sobek were looking at him, none spoke a word for they were a people of few words.
Ata was beaming with pride, everyone was listening, he had gotten all the emphasis right, they knew what he was speaking about.
But one of the elders, Thrûl, a massive dark skinned elder with hanging skin upon his jaws, easily 340 years old, walked up to Ata and straightened his posture in front of him, casting a shadow over the much smaller Ata.
-"Only you hold those questions in your heart boy, we do not need to know these things, we only need to know how to get food and how to prepare it, how to build homes and how to care for them, how to bring up young and how to raise them.... but it seems we failed in raising you, spouting nonsense and asking questions no one cares for. Now go back to work! We need not bother with such lofty questions!"
With that the massive elder walked off, his old age slowing him down but he was not in any sense weak or frail.
The other Sobek looked at the scene unfold and to Ata and Thrûl, none spoke a word, none said anything as they all got back to work.

With a broken heart and hurt pride, Ata watched the other leave, did no one else care for his questions? Was he the only one? NO!
He would not have this, he would have his way, but it would take time.
Of course the others wouldn't change over a day, the Sobek had lived like this for centuries, never bothering to ask those questions.
He walked off and began to gather firewood, an unexpectedly tedious task in a swamp.

What Ata didn't know however is that most, if not all the Sobek did hold those questions in their heart, most did feel that spark of something that day, the young Sobek did have points.
Perhaps someone should ask those questions?

But not now, work needed to be done. An entire village did not feed itself, the hunters went out.

Back to the ordinary.

The Krollan were not aware of the danger, calmly eating from the swamp mush, the Sobek's led by Grazh stalked and picked one out and led it astray.
It did not stand much of a chance, the four of them had more mass than the beast and they launched themselves upon it and grappled it with their strong arms.
It tried to escape, but it could not. With an experienced hand Grazh went in for a strike to the throat with a stone spear.
The panicked krollan tried to escape as its lifeblood flowed from its open wound, but it was for naught, the Sobek were too strong.
The other krollans fled the scene, in triumph Grazh and the others cheered with guttural growls and then dragged the beast to the centre of the village.
Gatorsound

The village was abuzz with activity, people crafting, processing plants for fibers, carrying stones and processing trees.
The thicker vines enough to form most tools, if split and dried also made useful fire-starting wood. But the Sobek did not use a lot of fire, the swamp was hot and the food need only be seared, if even that.
Vorak had begun to create a rudimentary roof held up with poles made from the thicker vines, the bracken roof held together with strings made from a blade leafed tall plant with a blue bulbed ugly flower which smelled slightly like rotten fruit.
As Grazh entered the clearing he unleashed a guttural sound, at which all the Sobeks joined in and added to the triumphant cacophony. Celebrating the successful hunt.

After a long time, the beast was mostly divided in its parts and the head was done but before the workers could lay away the skull Ata rose, walked forth and grabbed it and stared into its bloody bone eyes.
-"Who put you here? Why are you edible? Thank you for your sustenance." And broke off a few select pieces from the underside, then put the skull on top of his head.
The bone white skull and the spines in the back gave him a vicious and sort of regal look.

Thrûl was having none of this, he quickly walked up to Ata and struck him with his staff so hard that Ata was flung into the swampy water and the skull flying off even further.
The fuming elder just stood there for a second before loping back to his hut, the others in silence but some clearly didn't approve of the sudden uncalled for violence.
One of the females came to Ata and helped him to his feet and cared for his bruise, a child got him the skull, both of which did put joy in Ata's heart.
Grazh also walked over to Ata, knelt and spoke.
-"I don't know what got into you boy, but you should keep it away from Thrûl. Keep the skull, it seems you want it."
With that the muscle-bound and scarred Grazh went back to his hunting posse. Some tadpole hunters already scurrying over the refuse pile left after butchering the Krollan.

The meat of the Krollan was taken to a still part of the swampy water, deep. There the meat was tied down in nets and weighed down to be stored underwater for some time. To properly ferment the meat the way Sobek liked it.
The bones usually were crushed to get to the juicy marrow inside and then ground into powder to produce a powder which could be used to enrich meat or to fertilize the herb patches. But now some were set aside to experiment upon them.

TL;DR

Events/Developments:

Ata took the title of first speaker, something which the elder Thrûl did not like. But the young Sobek did put words to questions many had wondered for a long time.

He also tried to wear a Krollan skull. Sobek barely wear anything so this was seen as something new with interesting ramifications. Unbeknownst to Ata and Thrûl, this began the experimenting with clothes and bone crafting.
Something that had only small spread before.

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Sobek

RACE NAME: Sobek
RACE TRAITS:
Ancient (-2) - Members of this species have unnaturally long lifespans, the oldest members living as long as 200-250 years. Their bodies are also significantly more resilient as a result, able to recover from dangerous diseases and other adverse effects that might shorten their lifespan.

Nonadaptive (+1) - Members of this species don't adapt particularly well to foreign environments and struggle to survive in places that aren't similar to their birth. The extreme cold or heat strains their nervous and immune systems, making them fatigued and sickly on such places. (Cold blooded)

Big (0) - Members of this species are naturally larger than their peers. This size is both a blessing and a curse: members of the species usually live slightly longer and are stronger, but they also move slower and tire out more easily, as well as they are unable to easily hide or fit onto smaller spaces.

Flavor traits.
Amphibian light (0) - The Sobek can hold their breath for extended periods of time, 2 hours is standard but they can train for up to 3 or 4 hours. They also swim really well.
The downside is that they cannot live underwater per se, on the flipside they aren't as sensitive to droughts as true amphibians.

Carnivorous (0) - Members of the species are carnivores and as such cannot eat plants save for a few spices and the odd fruit. Grain and vegetables are generally poisonous to them or otherwise inedible.

Tough skin (0) - The skin of this species is rough and leathery and provides protection against many cuts and bruises. Think the rough skin of a reptile or the thick hide of a hippo.

Tail (0) - Sobek have a tail, it helps with swimming and keeping their balance. It is also strong and could be used as a weapon, even if it isn't as long as a proper crocodile's tail.

RACE PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:


The Sobek are a race of humanoid alligators, they never stop to grow their entire life, which can last up to 300 years, which results in some sobek reaching heights near 3,5 meters tall. But averaging 2,5. This together with their broad shoulders gives them a very menacing presence.
Their skin is usually green, a light green which goes darker with age. But some variation exist and tones more akin to blue and yellow has been reported. A few feathers on the back of the head is also not unheard of but rare.

They are carnivores and as such have to hunt for food, therefore the species often sport lean defined musculature.
Both males and females hunt. Males grow larger than the females.

POPULATION: Some

RACE BEHAVIOUR: The sobek are often described as looming. They move sort of slow to conserve energy but are fully capable of full on sprint and fighting. They are also unexpectedly sneaky despite their size and often ambush prey.
They are cunning and ingenious, often using tools and tactics to achieve their goals.

The females are only fertile a dozen or so times during their lifetime, but when they are they can lay between 20 to 40 eggs, the eggs need to be kept body temperature for 10 months, usually just laid in a hidden spot in the wild, but in colder regions needs to be kept close to the female's body to keep its temperature.
Temperatures during the early stage of the incubation help determine the genders of the eggs, which means that the mothers to an extent can control what their eggs will hatch as.
This is not a clear science without temperature control tools however.
The majority of eggs are born as male, with a ratio of roughly 60-40.

Most of the time in the wild, when not hunting, the Sobek will lay in a sunny spot and relax.

The Sobek can eat what other races would deem rotten meat, while it's not rotten per se, the Sobek can eat meat that would be considered rancid by other species, but not truly rotten meat.
In fact Sobeks usually store their food for a while before eating it, preferring it more stale than other species. Often with some herbs or a light searing with fire.
Sobeks love fermenting their meats and experiment constantly with new methods.

HISTORY: In the beginning, there was nothing...

CULTURE: From the swamp they roam...

TECHNOLOGIES:

• - Primitive technology
  - Fermentation
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Notable personae

Thrûl the elder. A massive dark skinned elder who garners a lot of respect in the village.

Grazh the great hunter. The biggest Sobek in the village, a gnarled and scarred hunter with great experience.

Ata the first speaker. A young Sobek and fairly small, only two meters tall. Unbeknownst to him he has set a lot of change in motion within his society.

Local bestiary

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The Sobek call them Tadpole hunters. But the wider known name for them is puddletoads.
These little blighters pose no threat to Sobek, but eat unwanted vermin in the swamp. They don't fear Sobek and they don't taste that well, porous meat and mildly poisonous. So the Sobek leave them alone.