Raindeer

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

@Mihndar Writer's block happens to the best of us. Take your time.

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

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!"

@Shoggothought

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.

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

<Snipped quote by Mihndar>

Are the Snow Brutes the only atheist nation? I do have plans for their religion but nothing that's going to happen now.

@Elitestpotato

The Ashen are semi-atheist. They don't believe in any gods aside from their Alphas. Will be updating my race sheet today with all the missing info there is. (There is a lot missing.)

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

"The Wolf! By all the gods!" The Ferream screamed as the creatures brought them the carving.
"Hmm...It is as we thought. Descendants of an Ashen King." The Philosopher observed.
"Marsh! Marsh! We must bring him! He must see this!" The Choirman screamed with excitement.
"And sacrifices! We shan't forget the sacrifices! Two Illis!"
The polyposide stared down and spoke "Of course, sacrifices, there always are."
The happy Ferream continued his joyous bantering and responded to his comrade's with a cynical glare.
"Quickly, my brother, we must go forth and return to our homelands! Our most blessed and holy Marsh must know of this!"
"Well, let us go than. Such news should seldom be kept internal for long."
The Ferream quickly drew a arrow pointing west and a picture of a Polyposide sitting on tall pedestal near five other slightly shorter pedestals and quickly ran off with his companion.

The Settlement:
The day was loud with laughter and chaos that rang about across the rolling dunes and the ministers sat in their tents idly preparing their speeches for the daily feast. Suddenly, two frantic Ferream ran quickly into the tents and demanded to speak with Mr. Marsh.
After a short while of guards hassling them, the panicked Ferream managed to get into the tent. The tent was large and dark, so much so that they could barely find their way around the tent. Their wandering was than interrupted by the voice of Marsh calling out from his podium in the dark.
"What is your business here, my inferiors?"
They bowed and spoke.
"Glory to thee, O frontiersman of the Void, Ode to the Nightwalkers."
"What of them?" He responded, surprised of the subject matter.
"We were dropping off the souls of the Illis, and there I had witnessed with my brother a power struggle between them."
"A power struggle?" Marsh asked with intrigue.
"Indeed so. They sat around in a circle as two fiercely argued. After a while, they began fighting physically. O what a dramatic scene! One eventually slew the other after a rather long fight and it seemed if though he was now regarded as the leader!"
"After this..." Marsh uttered with excitement.
They continued. "After this he stood up and announced his victory. But this was short-lived. The crowd quickly noticed us and this sparked a riot. We were stuck in the middle of a crowd of these strange beings, half of whom seemed like they were trying to attack us, the other trying to protect us."
"To the point, my child." Marsh said eagerly.
"Well, in short, one of them, seemingly an heir of some sort, had regained control of the disorderly mob and asserted his authority. He than used the method of pictography to communicate with us. We told them of our glorious city and they responded. The creatures are sending men to see our city."
"Glorious!" Marsh screamed.
"We must give our warmest welcome, for they are men of the gods! The gods are with us, my friend! Tzeentch, to Oxameter, to Khorne! But remember, we must keep them from the merchants. If former reports are correct, they are the souls of the Illis, and thus may hold bitterness to their former masters."
The two Ferream bowed and spoke quietly. "Great My lord, I-
He was interrupted by a Polyposide running into the tent with a Choirman.
The Polyposide fell down panting and uttered out
"East forest.....Carvings....Ashen Wolves."
"What is the meaning of this? You interrupted a meeting!" Marsh spoke angrily.
The Choirman helped his friend to his knees and responded
"My lord, we have come across a settlement of Wolves! Ones of the Ashen King!"
"By the gods!" Marsh spoke to himself.
"Quick, you must bring me to theses wolves. I shall gather the sacrifices. Take me to them. I must see them with my own eyes...and make it quick. We are expecting visitors..."
@Raindeer

@Shoggothought

Technological advancement.
Basic tools: Done.
Rock shaping: 0/2

The hounds stared at each other in confusion as the strange creatures started making loud sounds among one another, doing their best at trying to understand what was going on, with no luck. They quickly gave up and just watched the thing play out. Some of the Ashen that had watched the creatures kill one of their own ventured over to the corpse and investigated it nervously.

The young males looked down upon the carving into the ground of an arrow that seemed to depict one of the creatures upon a strange form of tree with shorter ones near it. Very strange.

The two young males pondered between one another.

"Could it be the way to their Alpha?"

"Or their dens? Do they want us to follow them?"

"The Alpha would kill us if we left the younglings unwatched. We must wait until he returns with the rest."

"True. Let us get back to what we were doing."

They wandered back to their experiment and after a brief moment realized that the one handed to the Alpha had been thrown into a tree. And remained in the tree. What could the one made out of stone do if their scales could dig into trees?

"We must make more of these. They could be useful for hunting. Or defending ourselves."

"We can not use scales if we wish to make more. Stone will have to do."

"We have to shape them somehow. Finding rocks that fit is hard."

"We will find a way."

The two nodded and sat down with the rocks they had left that seemed to fit and returned to their duty.

The Ashen & The Soruli

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Mica made a soft sound of discontent in the back of her throat as the leader of the purring creatures began sniffing at her, her light blue eyes giving looks toward Cor's tall white frame next to her as she steps over a log that is fallen along the path.

"Why does he sniff me so much?" She ponders aloud, letting out some low cawing sounds.

Cor makes a cheery laughing sound, his eyes curved upward, "Perhaps he enjoys the smell of darker hair." He gestures to his own white furred body and Ima's cream one as they follow him.

Another sniff from the large creature behind her, taking in the subtle scent of berries clinging to her fur from her earlier gathering. Thankfully none of the following pack see the look of annoyance that crosses her face for a moment before Cor reaches over to touch her arm, softening the expression.

"He does not bite." Cor noted, his hand pulling away from her arm after a moment of cooing to her, "I know you do though."

Mica makes a tiny squawk of surprise as he says that causes Ima's clucking chuckles ahead of them, her taloned finger moving to poke at Cor's pale side. "You are the one that cuddles and constricts like vine upon wood when we sleep."

Ima keeps his dark eyes of blue focused on the path ahead and the potential dangers that may arise, commenting with calm clucks. "You both use my body to rest your own upon regardless. Aside from weight, I do not complain."

The conversation lulls into a casual kind, almost treating the hounds following them like little-kin they are leading along. Stopping to occasionally pick fruit to feed them or pet one or another as they walk.

The thrumming of drums is soon heard, a heartbeat running on its own time through the rainforest.

A clearing could possibly be seen coming into view beyond the trees, filled with the colors of the different Soruli and their activities at the base of some massive tree.

Ima turns, raising his hands to halt the following clan-members and gives a few soft chirps toward Mica and Cor.

"I will go and inform the rest of their arrival and how they should be handled. All who are not occupied may be extra help in caring of these new friends."

Cor and Mica nod their heads in unison, turning to begin the distraction of petting and grooming again until he returned.

@Diehard243

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. 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.

Eastern Woodlands:
"Around here somewhere, my lord, if my sight proved reliable." The Ferream said whilst wandering the eastern forest.
Mr. Marsh nodded in his extravagant robes and sat back down on a wooden throne carried by four Illis.
"I thank thee for thy direction, and thy philosopher comrade."
They continued searching the region until the Philosopher came across the carving of the wolf he had seen previously.
"The carving! We are in the right place, my holiest and most blessed lord! Here lies the home of an Ashen wolf."
Marsh stepped down from his throne and observed the carving.
"And you have witnessed these creatures?" He spoke.
"Yes, my lord."
"Than we shall wait for them."

@Shoggothought

The hounds were resting in their dens while the younglings were playing near the dens, chasing each other around while growling.

The adults quickly came out of the dens when they could feel the scent of the past visitors once more. The younglings ran inside the dens while the two young males that had the most knowledge of the creatures (Even if that was very little in itself) stepped forth towards the scent.

The males moved towards the location they had met the creatures last time, and just there they were, but this time there were more of them, including four creatures they had never seen anything like before. Most noticeable was the leader that had thorns upon it's head.

The other adults had picked up the newly made stone-sticks and formed up behind the two males.

The younger one stepped forth and drew an arrow towards the odd, new creatures and tilted their heads in questioning.

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

@WendigoRoss
If I may ask, could you give a more detailed description of where they would be located compared to the rest of the races? We have a map for that.

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

Hello everyone I'm the new nation (Nation sheet will be posted soon) and I hope you like lizards...because I'll be the third reptilian race in this RP, and I hope to meet your civs soon because...I've got a treat for you.

@WendigoRoss

The Ashen calmly await more prey to arrive. Settle in, build some huts. More for us to burn.

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

@Raindeer
The Society, Population 315, Era of Oxameter the Walker.
Technological Developments:
Writing 2/8
Organized Religion 2/8
"Tis odd." Spoke the philosopher after the philosopher observed the wolf attempting to eat his fellow comrade.
"What a strange reaction! Does it thinks us daft?"
The Choirman stared down in silent prayer and spoke
"No, tis not. For it appears that a wolf hath forgotten the hymns. They understand us naught. And thus we must remind them!"
He went forth and drew pictures using the blood and attempted to draw out the story of The Ashen King.

@Shoggothought

The two males looked at the drawings with tilted heads, seeming completely lost in what was going on until two creatures that looked vaguely like the Ashen. (Be it bad drawing or evolution changing the Ashen over time.)

The two males barked between one another in excitement as they understood.

"The Ancestors! They speak of the Ancestors! Show them the carvings! Show them!"

The hounds that had circled around quickly ran off towards a large group of trees near the den cluster, the two males pawing at the creature that had carved in the ground and pointed in the direction the other's had ran off too before following them, barking while they ran.

The carving was older than any of the Ashen present, or even alive and was a highly detailed depiction of two massive hounds entwined in one another's fur. The tree next to it had a carving of the same two hounds, but with the addition of several small Ashen circling around the ball that was the two massive ones. The third carving depicted the massive ones disappearing to the skies, leaving the smaller ones on the ground.

@Raindeer

The Trio & The Alpha & The Clan Mates

The Alpha leaned into the massage and grooming from the bird, gently scratching the bird's back in an attempt to return the favor.

Cor lets out a happy tweet, the danger of these sharp claws that could so easily pierce his flesh treated with subtle caution. His taloned hands move to guide the Alpha's body to lay down as the grooming continued, fingers working at double speed to do what they could.

Ima and Mica meanwhile started dividing attention between two of these beasts at a time, slowly making their way through almost a quarter of those present before an almost unconscious decision occurs.

The trio begins leading the hounds toward The Home Tree and its ever beating heart of drums.

@Diehard243

The Alpha followed the gentle guidance and laid down, allowing further grooming with continued purring.

The surrounding hounds that received grooming joined in the purring, slowly forming a choir loud enough to overpower the surrounding sounds of the rainforest.

They followed the lead of their newfound friends, the Alpha sticking close behind the bird with black fur, gently brushing his nose against her feathers, taking in her scent.

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

@Raindeer

The Trio, The Alpha & The Clan Mates.

Cor bobs his head in return to the dominant male's, his expression slowly brightening as he heard the purring continuing.

A giggle-like chirp exits the pale Soruli as he begins using his talons to groom the fur of the Ashen Hound leader amid the massaging, picking out any sticks or matted dirt.

He nuzzles the muzzle of the leader as his head is prodded, giving a little "thumbs up" to Ima and Maho before his talons lower to try rubbing the Alpha's belly in an act seen to be pleasing to some of the smaller animals the Soruli encountered.

Ima and Mica look at each other, both definitely concerned but moving to start giving similar grooming to the two females they initially fed fruits to in an example to all the rest that watched on.

"We have to call others with this many to care for." Mica notes in a half-chirp.

Ima lets out a little coo as he begins using both hands to actively scratch and groom the female he gave a fruit to, "We shall. Let them come to us first though, we do not wish to seem threatening."

At that, Mica looks to her fellow mate with question, letting out a trill of long tweets that's almost a groan as she gives a little scratch behind the ear of her female. "Really. We seem most threatening to these beings, Ima."

"No fighting!" Cor chirps from his position, attempting to both cuddle and scratch the Alpha's fur.

@Diehard243

The Alpha leaned into the massage and grooming from the bird, gently scratching the bird's back in an attempt to return the favor.

The two females gave up a surprised, yet pleased purr as they received similar grooming as the Alpha, gently placing their paws on the bird's hands.

The spectating Ashen looked at each other, then at the Alpha and the females with a lot of curiosity, some moving closer and standing on their hind legs with tilted heads.
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The Society, Population 315, Era of Oxameter the Walker.
Technological Developments:
Writing 2/8
Organized Religion 2/8

The troubled philosopher stared at the drawing in disbelief.
"It's... the Ashen Wolf!" He spoke with astonishment.
"Indeed, it must be, for what else could bear such features?" His comrade responded.
"What in all th-"
The philosophers words were interrupted by the sudden appearance of two wolves who approached them cautiously.
"The Wolves! Ode to Tzeentch!" The Polyposide screamed.
"Quiet!" His comrade responded!
"They are creatures of the gods and must be treated with respect."
They bowed in a triangle around the confused wolves and recited the Choir's hymn of The Wolves.
"From across the black seas of infinity, we shall invoke the fool who hath built ill the foundation of what should not have ever been built. Thy soul is stone and thy flesh is same. And stone and wood penetrate naught. Tzeentch sings of tunes abhorrent. Bring thee thy sorrows; thy ambition. And may it bend and twist to a tune unimaginable. Sing the song of Tzeentch and never shall thy perish unsung. Past, Present, Future, all are the same in Tzeentch."
One of the Choirmen looked up from prayer and spoke to his fellow.
"Now, you know what you must do."
The other Ferream nodded and he fell flat onto the ground. His comrade than stood up and pulled out a stone and drove it into his fellow's skull and the Polyposide continued the prayers, as is the tradition. He continued by drawing out the sacred tale of the Ashen Wolf in the blood of his sacrificed comrade.
"Ode to the time before Oxameter, before time, before reality. Existence was at its holiest, as everything was infinite, as everything was Tzeentch. (According to Society myth, the beginning of time and reality happened as a result of Oxameter's birth, and this is the time before that when everything was meaningless and constantly contrary due to it being completely being in the domain of the Chaos god Tzeentch.) From the bowls of Chaos emerged something new, a color not black nor white, yet somewhere in between. And it bore the name grey. With the grey came an ambitious daemon lord who bore the title, The Ashen King. He invented the concept of order. A world of stone without flesh or fire. A section of the Chaos became his, and upon it he built a city of order. With his ambition he decided that an infinity of order was only possible with the death of Tzeentch,lord of chaos. With his most valiant of warriors, the King charged into the chambers of Chaos and slew its guardians. With that the king took to the room which contained infinity itself, Tzeentch. He entered the room and stared into the infinite void. The blackness that the king observed invoked images of the future, the past, and what time cannot express. Screams cast over by the sounds of vile instruments rang out violently. Stars trembled, the skies burned and mountains rose and collapsed, observed in but a moment. Dumbstruck, the king was consumed by the Chaos and no longer did he utter the name of order. The King was distorted and mutated, changed beyond recognition. With a great roar, he became the Ashen wolf.

@Shoggothought

Howling Hound clan territory
16 adults, 12 younglings.

The young males were startled by the initial scream upon being spotted and lowered their bodies to the ground and displaying their fangs, preparing to defend themselves.

Their defensive stance remained unchanged as they were surrounded, the other hounds forming a circle around the creatures, ready to pounce at the first move of aggression towards the triangulated hounds.

When one of the creatures was beaten to unquestionable death, even if seeming to have been a willing death, the older of the two males slowly moved forward and sniffed the dead one. The scent of wood was clearly coming from those of higher numbers. But why was he killed? Was it a sacrifice for them to feed upon?

The beings kept making sounds that made no sense at all to the hounds. The hounds that circled around the creatures crept ever closer, growling as to mark that this was their territory and that they had the upper hand.

The younger one in the circle gave up a howl to calm those encircling the creatures. They had been threatening, but yet to actually harm them.

The older one bit onto the "beak" on the dead creature and dragged it into the triangle, leaving a trail of blood behind.

"If they wish to sacrifice to us, we may as well eat."

The younger one gave in to the hunger and dug into the dead creature only to spit it out with a grunt.

"It tastes like a tree... And it is hard like as a tree... We can not eat this!"

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

@Raindeer

The Trio, The Alpha & The Clan Mates.

Cor gave happy trills of enjoyment as the male patted his head, Ima and Maho moving to give more fruits to the females and gently begin attempts at brushing their exposed fur with taloned fingers.

All motions freeze as they hear the growl, Cor moves to hide in the fur of the male, whilst Ima and Maho tried to lower their heads along with the females, hoping to not disrespect the new dominant male that appears.

Cor watched, face half hidden in the fur of his male-friend before gently releasing them as the new dominant leader showed a shift in body language. Cor extended himself to the full height of 6'6 then slowly bowed himself in greeting to the Alpha and his clan mates.

As he rose, he turned his head to tweet over his shoulder to Ima and Maho, who moved to bring forth red fruits to each of the clan-mates as Cor himself brought the largest to the Alpha, his eyes watching the various scars across the Alpha's frame.

They seemed to misinterpret the gesture as a "Give food to us all".

Cor, after giving the fruit, moves to reveal the orange paste again, taking some upon his finger pads as he reaches forward to rub them into the Alpha's many scars each with gentle messaging motions.

@Diehard243

The Ashen had taken the fruits with caution, and not until seeing the two females from the border patrol chomp down on them did they dare do the same. The Alpha gave up a pleased growl as he received the larger fruit, devouring it in two enormous bites. He glanced down upon the bird and gave it a nod of appreciation.

"That is not what I wished for, but thank you."

He gave up a loud purring sound in response to the orange paste releasing the tensions somewhat around his many scars, meaning a huge relief for the male whom had most of his body covered in scars. He gently prodded his nose against the top of the bird's head, his tail swaying quickly from side to side, a calm and ease coming over the Alpha that he could not remember when he last felt.

The rest of the hounds that watched this were careful not to disturb, but grew curious about what was happening and why.

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@Nerevarine
The Society, Population 312, Era of Oxameter the Walker.
Technological Developments:
Writing 2/8
Organized Religion 2/8
Alvith Territory:
The travelers bowed their heads at the creatures response which appeared to be a sign of neutrality. They set on their way home to tell the news of a society of lizard men that rule the northern plains.
The Society:
"Ode to you, my fellow minister." Mr. Marsh spoke to his comrade in a gloomy voice inside the Minister's tent.
"What of me, my friend?" Mr. Death responded.
"O lord of industry, who on earth shall walks without thought?" Marsh asked.
"Why, Oxameter of course."
"And who shall inherit?"
"That would be Tzeentch."
"Indeed, and who shan't?"
Mr. Death stared at the zealot in confusion.
"Why, what do you mean?"
"Who shall not inherit this world?"
"Well...uh."
Mr. Marsh smiled quietly and spoke.
"A slaver. A slaver shall not inherit."
Mr. Death bolted back in shock.
"The ministers shall never fight on an open field, Lord of death, however it seems that there always could be ... a shadow war, if you will. One not of war or violence but of politics and intrigue."
The industrious minister smiled and spoke.
"I suppose such a circumstance is possible and perhaps, inevitable."
The ministers bowed to each other and joined their fellow leaders upon the podiums to give their speeches with smiling faces concealing their hidden ideas of statecraft.
The Western Forests:
A group of three Ferream Choirmen and one Polyposide philosopher were ordered into the western forests to study the type of plants that are their as requested by Mr. Apple. They trekked across the vile terrain for three days and arrived in the forests.
"What a grotesque landscape! Can you imagine what type of creature would live here?" one of the Ferream joked as the travelers marched through the bushes and dark shadows cast by the tall trees.
"Eh, beats being lost in the grasslands." His comrade responded.
"Well, not really, I me-"
The conversation was cut short by the Polyposide who noticed a odd sight.
"Hey! Look! Over there!" He pointed at a large group of dens circled in a small clearance in the forest.
"What in all Chaos? Dear god I think its a settlement!"
The Ferream Choirmen stared down at the village with the philosopher silently.
"Look at that! By the gods!" The philosopher screamed after noticing a carving on a nearby tree.
They stood and stared in shock at the drawing and with a shaky voice one of the Ferream spoke.
"Behold! An Ashen Wolf."

@Raindeer

@Shoggothought

Howling Hound clan den cluster.
16 adults, 12 younglings.

The two young males had at this point continued making several of the odd things, to the point where they had ran out of fallen scales and had attempted using rocks instead, sometimes with success, sometimes not so much. They both looked up when they felt the scent of something foreign. Something fresh smelling. And a bit of wood. Judging from the other adults that emerged from their dens they were not alone in reacting. With noses high in the air they tried to locate the scent and came to agree that it came from the west.
They stood up on their hind legs to see better and flicked their ears back and forth, collectively flinching as they heard a scream and turned their heads in the direction of it, noticing a group of four creatures staring at one of their carvings.

"What are they? Why are they here?"

A youngling spoke with a shaky voice, hiding behind a slightly older one.

An adult spoke calmly.

"Get back in the dens. If you hear fighting, run for the Rootpaw Clan. You know the way."

The younglings ran off and hid while the two young males slowly moved towards the group of strange creatures while the rest of the hounds watched carefully, prepared to rush to the aid of the two males if anything happened.

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

hey guys, bad news, i have to leave the rp. things haven't been going very well irl and my mind hasn't really been in the right place, and i don't know when i'll be able to concentrate on it again. i'm sorry if i won't be around to update the map, but if someone really needs it to be done and they can't, just tell mihndar to bug me on steam. @Nerevarine i want you to take control of the rokthani if you want, but i understand if that's too much to deal with. i'll find something.
again sorry guys if this is an inconvenience

@MangoJuice

It's a shame to see you go, but if you feel that is best, that is how it goes. We will miss you, beverage inspector and cartographer.