As I warned a couple of days ago on my status, I'm going to be gone from tomorrow until the 8th. What are your opinions on this? Can I stay on this? If its necessary, I *might* be able to post a couple of times during the trip, but I really can't say. All I would have is a tablet with me, and I've always had trouble writing on it. I wouldn't be able to guarantee the length or quality of any posts I might be able to post.
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Hello, and welcome to the guild! First thing you should know, Dead Girl is not representative of our entire community ^^
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It took a couple of days for Senith's hunting party to reach their destination in the southernmost area of the swamps. They were not far from the exact location where Sithalin had seen the kryan for the first time. This is where the search would begin.
That night, they gathered around a small camp fire. Senith sat beside the fire, watching the lights flicker and dance on the leaves of the trees around them. He payed careful attention to the sounds emitting from the forest and the swamp. He could recognize the voices of birds that lived near the village, but there were differences in the pattern. Amongst the usual birds, Senith could hear at least three new bird. He wondered whether one of those voices was the mysterious kryan itself.
He sighed quietly and curled up on the ground next to the fire, carelessly draping a fur blanket over himself. He had been the last to fall asleep. For the past few days, he was having trouble sleeping. He knew it had to be the stress from leading a party. He was used to following the decisions made by others. Now, every time a question was asked everyone looked towards him. He had already made a few mistakes, much to the annoyance to the rest. He was simply not ready for this.
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Sithalin stopped at the edge of the lake. He paused to stretch his limbs before diving into the lake. The cool sensation of the water spread across his body. He instantly felt relaxed and free. Completely submerged, he began swimming away from the lake's coast. As he did, he swam deeper and deeper. As his lungs began to ache, he quickly diverted his course and swam straight up. His head burst out of the surface of the water. He stopped to breath for a few moments then took a deep breath as he dived back down. He studied the waters as best as his blurred eyes would allow. There was not a single fish in sight. Worried, he dived straight to the bottom of the lake and studied the sandy floor. Once again, there wasn't a single sign of life that he could see.
He burst through the surface of the water once again. He hissed in frustration as he began making his way back to the coast. The fish had moved again. He couldn't understand why this kept happening. It seemed as though they had to travel farther and farther every time they went for a fishing trip.
"Hunters!" Sithalin yelled for the others, clearly angered. They came running from the camp some distance away as he stepped on shore. "The fish left. We need to keep moving," Sithalin reported. A few of the Saurians exchanged tired expressions. Everyone shared the same thought: how much farther?
That night, they gathered around a small camp fire. Senith sat beside the fire, watching the lights flicker and dance on the leaves of the trees around them. He payed careful attention to the sounds emitting from the forest and the swamp. He could recognize the voices of birds that lived near the village, but there were differences in the pattern. Amongst the usual birds, Senith could hear at least three new bird. He wondered whether one of those voices was the mysterious kryan itself.
He sighed quietly and curled up on the ground next to the fire, carelessly draping a fur blanket over himself. He had been the last to fall asleep. For the past few days, he was having trouble sleeping. He knew it had to be the stress from leading a party. He was used to following the decisions made by others. Now, every time a question was asked everyone looked towards him. He had already made a few mistakes, much to the annoyance to the rest. He was simply not ready for this.
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Sithalin stopped at the edge of the lake. He paused to stretch his limbs before diving into the lake. The cool sensation of the water spread across his body. He instantly felt relaxed and free. Completely submerged, he began swimming away from the lake's coast. As he did, he swam deeper and deeper. As his lungs began to ache, he quickly diverted his course and swam straight up. His head burst out of the surface of the water. He stopped to breath for a few moments then took a deep breath as he dived back down. He studied the waters as best as his blurred eyes would allow. There was not a single fish in sight. Worried, he dived straight to the bottom of the lake and studied the sandy floor. Once again, there wasn't a single sign of life that he could see.
He burst through the surface of the water once again. He hissed in frustration as he began making his way back to the coast. The fish had moved again. He couldn't understand why this kept happening. It seemed as though they had to travel farther and farther every time they went for a fishing trip.
"Hunters!" Sithalin yelled for the others, clearly angered. They came running from the camp some distance away as he stepped on shore. "The fish left. We need to keep moving," Sithalin reported. A few of the Saurians exchanged tired expressions. Everyone shared the same thought: how much farther?
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Like, two days have passed with the Saurians. I should probably pick up the pace a little bit...
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Saurians, Population: 65
Sithalin woke to the usual sounds of activity in the village. Incoherent chatter, the sharpening of spears, and the occasional shout filled the air. one could hear the sound of rocks striking against each other as a Saurian attempted to light a fire. Above all the noise was the sound of a gentle breeze blowing through the trees. Some distance away, the singing of birds could still be heard.
The hunters discussed prey and new hunting spots. The fishers babbled about rumors of the fish moving away from the usual fishing spots. The children bragged that their first kill would be a teskur like Senith's was. Some of the hunters exchanged jokes and stories over a small fire as they cooked their morning meals.
Some of the hunters and fishers decided to be productive by crafting more spears or refining old ones. Using a specially designed "spear head", they could smooth out and shave the spear shafts. Some of the hunters were getting really good at the task. They proudly carried some of the most aerodynamic javelins in the village. Sithalin himself had refined his own spear after learning how to do it from one of the hunters. He still practiced whenever he had free time.
When Sithalin stepped out of his hut, his spear clutched in his hand, he noticed a group of hunters sitting around one of the huts. He strode over to them and waved his hand in greeting. One of the huntresses glanced at him and turned. She placed both of her fists over her heart and bowed her head.
"Chief," She greeted. The others repeated the gesture. Sithalin dipped his head in response. "We were waiting for you, chief," The huntress continued, "Where will we be going today?"
Before Sithalin could reply, Senith came running from the direction of the lake. He carried his spear and stopped before them, panting slightly.
"Father," He started, "I must join the hunt. I am ready."
"Indeed, you are ready," Sithalin said, "But you will be doing much more than just hunting."
Sithalin turned to the others and explained the plan. Those with harpoons would join Sithalin in a fishing trip to the west. The waters in that direction usually seemed rich with fish. Senith, however, would lead the spears down south. They would scout the swamps further south in search of a certain animal. On a previous trip, Sithalin had briefly come across a large bird he called kryan. They weren't able to catch it, but Sithalin wanted to change that. It was up to Senith to do this.
After a short period of discussion and question asking, the matter was finally settled. The rest of the village waved them goodbye and wished them good fortune as the two hunting parties set off in different directions. Some watched with great anxiety. The young Sanith had never been on a hunting trip, much less to the swamps, and much less lead it by himself. Only time would tell whether this had been a wise decision. Sithalin was confident that Sanith would do fine. He had to.
Sithalin woke to the usual sounds of activity in the village. Incoherent chatter, the sharpening of spears, and the occasional shout filled the air. one could hear the sound of rocks striking against each other as a Saurian attempted to light a fire. Above all the noise was the sound of a gentle breeze blowing through the trees. Some distance away, the singing of birds could still be heard.
The hunters discussed prey and new hunting spots. The fishers babbled about rumors of the fish moving away from the usual fishing spots. The children bragged that their first kill would be a teskur like Senith's was. Some of the hunters exchanged jokes and stories over a small fire as they cooked their morning meals.
Some of the hunters and fishers decided to be productive by crafting more spears or refining old ones. Using a specially designed "spear head", they could smooth out and shave the spear shafts. Some of the hunters were getting really good at the task. They proudly carried some of the most aerodynamic javelins in the village. Sithalin himself had refined his own spear after learning how to do it from one of the hunters. He still practiced whenever he had free time.
When Sithalin stepped out of his hut, his spear clutched in his hand, he noticed a group of hunters sitting around one of the huts. He strode over to them and waved his hand in greeting. One of the huntresses glanced at him and turned. She placed both of her fists over her heart and bowed her head.
"Chief," She greeted. The others repeated the gesture. Sithalin dipped his head in response. "We were waiting for you, chief," The huntress continued, "Where will we be going today?"
Before Sithalin could reply, Senith came running from the direction of the lake. He carried his spear and stopped before them, panting slightly.
"Father," He started, "I must join the hunt. I am ready."
"Indeed, you are ready," Sithalin said, "But you will be doing much more than just hunting."
Sithalin turned to the others and explained the plan. Those with harpoons would join Sithalin in a fishing trip to the west. The waters in that direction usually seemed rich with fish. Senith, however, would lead the spears down south. They would scout the swamps further south in search of a certain animal. On a previous trip, Sithalin had briefly come across a large bird he called kryan. They weren't able to catch it, but Sithalin wanted to change that. It was up to Senith to do this.
After a short period of discussion and question asking, the matter was finally settled. The rest of the village waved them goodbye and wished them good fortune as the two hunting parties set off in different directions. Some watched with great anxiety. The young Sanith had never been on a hunting trip, much less to the swamps, and much less lead it by himself. Only time would tell whether this had been a wise decision. Sithalin was confident that Sanith would do fine. He had to.
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Name of Race: Saurian
Pic/Description (either one, but both is preferred): The Saurian stand somewhat short at 5 feet tall on average. The tallest of their species reach approximately 5'5", though this is a rare occurrence. Their constantly hunched and crouched forms further subtract to their height.
Their entire bodies are covered in snake-like scales. These scales are usually dark or bright green in color. Saurians usually have an orange striped pattern running from their neck to the tip of their tail.
All adult male Saurians have a fin of varying height on their neck and head.
Racial Characteristics (things specific to the race): Because of their lean and small build, Saurians can be very fast and agile. They can quickly navigate through forest underbrush and even swim at a notable speed. This can be a large advantage, but it has its own drawbacks. Saurians can be frail creatures. If the prey is large and cannot be killed quickly with spears, the best decision would be to call an immediate retreat. Thus, a Saurian's greatest advantage is its speed. If ever crippled, the Saurian's chances of survival drop dramatically.
They've found to be more resilient or even immune to most common diseases, but this immunity is not always reliable. They can be extremely weak to diseases found outside of their habitat, but they usually don't go that far. They can also be especially uncomfortable with very cold temperatures.
Race Bio (personality, etc.): Though a Saurian's life will be lived out primarily on solid ground, they have a deep love for the water. They bathe frequently and swim for mere relaxation. Many Saurians treat fishing as a sport. Fish is a very common food in their diet as a result.
Saurians have a short lifespan of around 50 years and below. Around the age of 10 is when a Saurian reaches full maturity and ceases to grow. Despite this, a Saurian is only considered a true adult when they undergo a special ceremony. On their tenth birthday, a Saurian must learn how to make its own spear with no aid from others. Once it has succeeded, it will set out to hunt down a prey. When the Saurian returns with its spear and kill, it is declared an adult. Henceforth, it will participate in hunts, war, and other important matters.
The Saurian people have quickly developed a saying: "If its meat, its to eat."
They rapidly make prey of any animal smaller than they are. They've even succeeded in bringing down animals many times larger and stronger. Its almost jokingly said that the Saurians only just learned to not eat each other a few decades ago, but this is unfortunately true to some degree. While it was rare and shunned upon, Saurians definitely had cases of cannibalism in the past. They've managed to abolish cannibalism, however, and exceptions are only occasionally made when it comes to other tribal species.
Saurians aren't particularly fond of politics. They keep to themselves and prefer to remain neutral with other tribes. If forced to make a decision, they'll just as easily form an alliance as they would declare war.
Location on Map: In the forest, along the North-east edge of the lake.
Techs (specifically those not already given): Saurians show some expertise with polearms. They pride themselves on their stone-headed spears, javelins, and harpoons. They're able to construct huts, but these usually turn out to be very weak and shabby.
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The morning light shone dimly but beautifully through the forest canopy. The air was filled with the sound of twittering birds and the rustling of leaves. Some short distance away was the gentle sound of the lake's water moving slightly in the wind. All was calm and relaxed.
In the forest stood an animal they had called teskur. The gnu-like creature was tall, possibly 5 feet at the shoulders. Its fur was a rich dark brown color. The creature was herbivorous and quite cowardly. It would've seemed quite harmless if it hadn't been for the large tusks that extended from the corners of its mouth. The tusks were longer than the teskur's own snout. It was a common prey animal for the carnivores of the forest, but the teskur certainly left many with large gashes and wounds.
It was the perfect honorable kill.
Not too far away were the crouched Saurians. One of them was called Sithalin, the chieftain of their tribe. One of his scaly hands gripped a short but thick spear, the other hand rested on the shoulder of the Saurian next to him. The Saurian was his son, Senith. Today was the day that his son would turn 10. The day he would finally age adulthood. His son anxiously gripped his spear tightly. It was a bit rough, but still an effective javelin. It had not taken Senith very long to make the spear. He had finished it before Sithalin had even started his. He destined to be a great hunter.
"Son," Sithalin hissed quietly.
"Y-Yes, father?" Senith worriedly replied.
"Now is your time. I guide you no more," Sithalin said, "This shall be your kill alone."
Sithalin lifted his spear and rested it on the ground infront of himself. He raised both hands and gently patted the area of chest over his heart, signifying peace.
"Go now," Sithalin commanded silently, "Prove the world you are not a hatchling."
Senith gulped and nodded. His grip on the spear did not loosen as he stepped forward. He kept crouched to the ground, afraid of alerting the teskur. He moved silently over the forest bed, never making a sound. When he was close enough to the Teskur he reversed the grip of his spear and held it up with one arm. His expression steeled and threw the spear with all his strength. The spear flew through the air, directly headed for the teskur's side. The teskur noticed the threat too late. The spear sank into its side, but the teskur did not fall.
Senith had wasted no time. He had watched the other hunters, and he knew what to do. He dashed throught the forest, no longer making an effort to hide his position. At the sight of him, The teskur let out a roar of protest. Sithalin tensed as the teskur turned towards Senith. It was not retreating, it was going to fight back.
Senith quickly diverted his direction slightly and flew past the teskur, ripping the spear out of its side as he did. The teskur let out another protest and turned around to face him again, huffing in rage. Senith raised the spear again but not to throw it. He cautiously approached the teskur, his spear extended towards it. It tossed its head and charged. Senith threw himself out of the way as he jabbed wildly with the spear.
It sank into the beast's neck. The teskur quickly slowed down and began breathing hoarsely. It finally collapsed on its side, its stomach heaving. Senith took a moment to recover before picking up his spear again. He stood over the creature, his spear raised above his head, and delivered the killing blow.
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That night, the village celebrated. The whole village had crowded around the giant campfire that marked the very center of the village. There was certainly much reason to rejoice. Not only had the chieftain's son become an adult, but it had been through the kill of a teskur. Very few Saurians were capable of defeating a teskur for their first kill. Everyone was allowed to eat a part of the teskur, and the hide was saved.
"You will use this, Senith," One of the huntresses explained, "When you make your hut. Teskur hide is tough, very tough. It will be a good hut."
Sithalin nodded approvingly. In time, Senith would find a wife, and then they would build the hut. The village would once again be expanded. A time he was eager to see happen.
Sithalin yawned wearily. He patted Senith's shoulder and stood. He made his way away from the campfire and back to his own hut. He lifted his hand to hold open the doorway's leaf curtain and stepped inside. It was a tiny, one room building made out of furs, leaves, and logs. It was larger than the other huts of the village, but it was otherwise identical to the rest. Sithalin quietly lay down in his corner and pulled a fur blanket over himself.
With that, he quietly dozed off to sleep as the rest of the village continued to eat and sing the night away.
In the forest stood an animal they had called teskur. The gnu-like creature was tall, possibly 5 feet at the shoulders. Its fur was a rich dark brown color. The creature was herbivorous and quite cowardly. It would've seemed quite harmless if it hadn't been for the large tusks that extended from the corners of its mouth. The tusks were longer than the teskur's own snout. It was a common prey animal for the carnivores of the forest, but the teskur certainly left many with large gashes and wounds.
It was the perfect honorable kill.
Not too far away were the crouched Saurians. One of them was called Sithalin, the chieftain of their tribe. One of his scaly hands gripped a short but thick spear, the other hand rested on the shoulder of the Saurian next to him. The Saurian was his son, Senith. Today was the day that his son would turn 10. The day he would finally age adulthood. His son anxiously gripped his spear tightly. It was a bit rough, but still an effective javelin. It had not taken Senith very long to make the spear. He had finished it before Sithalin had even started his. He destined to be a great hunter.
"Son," Sithalin hissed quietly.
"Y-Yes, father?" Senith worriedly replied.
"Now is your time. I guide you no more," Sithalin said, "This shall be your kill alone."
Sithalin lifted his spear and rested it on the ground infront of himself. He raised both hands and gently patted the area of chest over his heart, signifying peace.
"Go now," Sithalin commanded silently, "Prove the world you are not a hatchling."
Senith gulped and nodded. His grip on the spear did not loosen as he stepped forward. He kept crouched to the ground, afraid of alerting the teskur. He moved silently over the forest bed, never making a sound. When he was close enough to the Teskur he reversed the grip of his spear and held it up with one arm. His expression steeled and threw the spear with all his strength. The spear flew through the air, directly headed for the teskur's side. The teskur noticed the threat too late. The spear sank into its side, but the teskur did not fall.
Senith had wasted no time. He had watched the other hunters, and he knew what to do. He dashed throught the forest, no longer making an effort to hide his position. At the sight of him, The teskur let out a roar of protest. Sithalin tensed as the teskur turned towards Senith. It was not retreating, it was going to fight back.
Senith quickly diverted his direction slightly and flew past the teskur, ripping the spear out of its side as he did. The teskur let out another protest and turned around to face him again, huffing in rage. Senith raised the spear again but not to throw it. He cautiously approached the teskur, his spear extended towards it. It tossed its head and charged. Senith threw himself out of the way as he jabbed wildly with the spear.
It sank into the beast's neck. The teskur quickly slowed down and began breathing hoarsely. It finally collapsed on its side, its stomach heaving. Senith took a moment to recover before picking up his spear again. He stood over the creature, his spear raised above his head, and delivered the killing blow.
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That night, the village celebrated. The whole village had crowded around the giant campfire that marked the very center of the village. There was certainly much reason to rejoice. Not only had the chieftain's son become an adult, but it had been through the kill of a teskur. Very few Saurians were capable of defeating a teskur for their first kill. Everyone was allowed to eat a part of the teskur, and the hide was saved.
"You will use this, Senith," One of the huntresses explained, "When you make your hut. Teskur hide is tough, very tough. It will be a good hut."
Sithalin nodded approvingly. In time, Senith would find a wife, and then they would build the hut. The village would once again be expanded. A time he was eager to see happen.
Sithalin yawned wearily. He patted Senith's shoulder and stood. He made his way away from the campfire and back to his own hut. He lifted his hand to hold open the doorway's leaf curtain and stepped inside. It was a tiny, one room building made out of furs, leaves, and logs. It was larger than the other huts of the village, but it was otherwise identical to the rest. Sithalin quietly lay down in his corner and pulled a fur blanket over himself.
With that, he quietly dozed off to sleep as the rest of the village continued to eat and sing the night away.
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By the way, are there any canon animals? Considering this seems to be on an alien planet (and is based on Spore), it doesn't seem like I should be describing Earth animals. Should I be extremely vague or should I just come up with something?
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@MangoJuice Pretty good, thanks!
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Name of Race: Saurian
Pic/Description (either one, but both is preferred): The Saurian stand somewhat short at 5 feet tall on average. The tallest of their species reach approximately 5'5", though this is a rare occurrence. Their constantly hunched and crouched forms further subtract to their height.
Their entire bodies are covered in snake-like scales. These scales are usually dark or bright green in color. Saurians usually have an orange striped pattern running from their neck to the tip of their tail.
All adult male Saurians have a fin of varying height on their neck and head.
Racial Characteristics (things specific to the race): Because of their lean and small build, Saurians can be very fast and agile. They can quickly navigate through forest underbrush and even swim at a notable speed. This can be a large advantage, but it has its own drawbacks. Saurians can be frail creatures. If the prey is large and cannot be killed quickly with spears, the best decision would be to call an immediate retreat. Thus, a Saurian's greatest advantage is its speed. If ever crippled, the Saurian's chances of survival drop dramatically.
They've found to be more resilient or even immune to most common diseases, but this immunity is not always reliable. They can be extremely weak to diseases found outside of their habitat, but they usually don't go that far. They can also be especially uncomfortable with very cold temperatures.
Race Bio (personality, etc.): Though a Saurian's life will be lived out primarily on solid ground, they have a deep love for the water. They bathe frequently and swim for mere relaxation. Many Saurians treat fishing as a sport. Fish is a very common food in their diet as a result.
Saurians have a short lifespan of around 50 years and below. Around the age of 10 is when a Saurian reaches full maturity and ceases to grow. Despite this, a Saurian is only considered a true adult when they undergo a special ceremony. On their tenth birthday, a Saurian must learn how to make its own spear with no aid from others. Once it has succeeded, it will set out to hunt down a prey. When the Saurian returns with its spear and kill, it is declared an adult. Henceforth, it will participate in hunts, war, and other important matters.
The Saurian people have quickly developed a saying: "If its meat, its to eat."
They rapidly make prey of any animal smaller than they are. They've even succeeded in bringing down animals many times larger and stronger. Its almost jokingly said that the Saurians only just learned to not eat each other a few decades ago, but this is unfortunately true to some degree. While it was rare and shunned upon, Saurians definitely had cases of cannibalism in the past. They've managed to abolish cannibalism, however, and exceptions are only occasionally made when it comes to other tribal species.
Saurians aren't particularly fond of politics. They keep to themselves and prefer to remain neutral with other tribes. If forced to make a decision, they'll just as easily form an alliance as they would declare war.
Location on Map: In the forest, along the North-east edge of the lake.
Techs (specifically those not already given): Saurians show some expertise with polearms. They pride themselves on their stone-headed spears, javelins, and harpoons. They're able to construct huts, but these usually turn out to be very weak and shabby.
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I just have to give this a try. Sorry, its a bit of a mess
. I hope the location isn't too close to the Platta.
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