The Rokthani | Population; ~2500
Westhome: ~500 | Middlehome: ~1600 | Easthome: ~400Trapping: 2/4
Writing: 1/4
Easthome
@NerevarineWhen the commotion had cleared and the dust settled, a Rokthan shimmied his way out of the sand and had a look around. After deducting that the coast was clear, he let out a loud whistle. With that, one by one, they all began seeping out of the sands and burrows. The bonfire had been tipped over, the ground was trampled, homes were kicked in, it was all quite the mess. They noticed the Arsuron, fried, underneath the piles of smoldering log. "Perhaps our techniques could use some work. It just fell right over!"
"Are you kidding me? This most likely saved our lives. We should be thankful for our incompetence, as strange as it sounds."
A Rokthan inspected the wood pile and found a knife, seemingly of Arsuron craft, embedded in the wood. He pondered it until something caught his eye. "Hey! Over here!" he exclaimed to the others. It was their dear friend Anrett, critically injured from the attack. Rokthani swarmed around her, worried and confused as what to do. The elder, bearing a torn frill from earlier, parted the crowd and took a hold of her foot in his mouth. He spoke to the others, speech muffled. "Weww don't jusht shtand dere!"
Like taking orders from a general, several Rokthani hauled Anrett to her den to get her out of the sun and receive treatment.
What her fate would be is up to you.@Nerevarine@orangeboxIt's a lazy day in the northern mountain range. The few inhabitants wake up, eat, excrete, and sunbathe. The stories they have to tell are short and uneventful, and there aren't many colors to speak of in the mountains besides the occasional rust. One person decides to go out and look for food in an attempt to vanquish his seemingly infinite boredom. On his trek, he gathered a few beetles, ambushed a hedgehog, and almost fell off a three hundred foot drop. The most interesting thing that he would find on this trip, however, were two odd looking creatures laying face up (or at least he assumed it was a face) in a ditch. He looked around for more of them, but saw nothing. Slowly... and cautiously... he approached. The beings seemed to be out cold, but he tried talking to them anyway. It was worth a shot.
"Hey..... you dead?...."
He poked them both two times each.
@orangeboxMiddlehome
"AAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH"
The shouts of pain coming from the queen were ear shattering and could be heard echoing from all across the city. Servants had to block certain tunnels to prevent crowding spectators and traffic jams. King Shel, bless his soul, was just about ready to keel over.
After a lengthy and stressful laying, the queen's brood was finally done. The resulting egg was absolutely remarkable. Four times the size of a normal egg, and six times as luminous, it was truly a miracle. But there was a severe drawback. The queen, who gave birth to the egg, was in critical condition. Her fate was unknown for sure, but looked bleak.
