Valkyr

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

Been using aweirdgamer's absence as an excuse to rest for a while. I haven't been in the mood to write for a while now.

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

Aww, sorry to see you go.

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

I came to think, now that megafauna has been brought up.

What are the parameters of the fauna in the ocean/seas/rivers? What would be considered megafauna in those areas?

Would a serpent that spends it's youth in the rivers of the jungles and as it grows older and bigger it travels downstream into the sea be a plausible creature to have exist?

@Raindeer

Would it live in the lake as well? I think it would be an interesting idea to incorporate into the disappearing fish dilemma with the saurians.

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

Information

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Saurians
Population: 68
Important Figures: Sithalin (Chief) | Senith (Chief's son)
Semi-Important Figures: Syera (Huntress) | Serthal (Expert crafter) | Sithel (Hunter)

Technology
Stone Tools: 4/4
Construction: 4/4
Map Making: 1/4
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Sithalin sat at the edge of the lake, his feet touching the water. He examined carefully the square of bark he was holding in his hands. After a moment, he looked up and patted the young saurian's shoulder. "Very good job. I'd like to see you join me on a hunting trip when you're an adult. What do you call this again?"

"Its a map," Said the child brightly. He was grinning widely, clearly overjoyed at being complemented by the chief and even being invited to a hunt in the future.

Sithalin handed the map back to the child. "Good job. Run along now, youngling."

The child nodded cheerfully. "Thanks, chief!" He said, then ran off.

Sithalin gave a little chuckle, then turned his attention back to the lake. He slipped into the water, submersing himself completely, and began slowly swimming along the lake's floor. He wasn't sure what fish ate, but he assumed they were like most of the other land animals. They either ate meat or plants.

This couldn't be the problem however. The lake seemed perfectly habitable. At least to fish. There was nothing that seemed different to when the fish were still around.

Still under the surface of the water, he spotted a few of the other Saurians swimming about. As he had asked them, they had started searching the lake, trying to find any hint that would explain why the fish departed. Unfortunately, they were unsuccessful as well. It was inexplicable.

Starting to feel uncomfortable, Sithalin finally swam up and stuck his nose out of the water. As he did, he saw a lot of bubbles suddenly rising from the water. He could also very faintly hear something below the water's surface. He ducked his head and searched for the source of the disturbance. One of the Saurians was acting strange, flailing around and swimming after something. Looking more closely, Sithalin finally noticed that the saurian was chasing after a small grey shape. A... fish?

Sithalin swam faster through the water than he had ever before. His arms, his legs, and his tail; all pumping furiously to reach the fish. He eventually managed to catch up to the saurian. He pushed past the saurian, almost disregarding him entirely. He had his eyes locked intensely on the fish.

The fish, however, was faster. Sithalin was certainly swimming fast, but he couldn't stand against a creature designed to live entirely underwater. When the fish was obviously far too far away to catch, Sithalin, defeated, started swimming back to the surface.

A few moments later, his head burst out of the water. As the others followed him to the surface, he slammed his fist down on the water. He opened his jaw wide and let out a furious saurian roar. His own raging voice combined with a vicious hissing made everyone cringe and shy away.

After a few deep breaths, Sithalin finally managed to calm down. "I'm sorry," Was all he could say. he was so furious with himself. He had let the fish get away. It was the first fish they seen this close to the village in such a long time, too. Surely this must have been a good sign though. Could the fish be coming back?

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@Aweirdgamer
Sithel cracked his eyes open to see morning light. He tossed the fur blanket off of himself and stood up. He stretched, letting out a long yawn. He snatched one of the few remaining cooked fish from last night and chewed it silently, hoping the others would start waking up soon. Much to his luck, most of them were starting to stir already.

Everyone took a moment to wake up and discuss their plans for the day. They were hoping to make real progress today, considering the amount of hours they had lost at the lake. A couple started working on a fire while a few others dived back into the water to fetch breakfast. Sithel himself decided to take a break from the fishing and sat with the others to discuss the day.

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

Information

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Saurians
Population: 68
Important Figures: Sithalin (Chief) | Senith (Chief's son)
Semi-Important Figures: Syera (Huntress) | Serthal (Expert crafter) | Sithel (Hunter)

Technology
Stone Tools: 4/4
Construction: 4/4
Map Making: 0/4
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"Mama! Look what I did!" The young saurian yelled.

"Hm?" The mother walked over to the child and leaned over, studying the strange drawing he had scratched into the ground. It was a strange drawing, not the usual drawings she saw from her child. It was always the drawings of another saurian or a teskur. This one, however, was a strange mess of angled lines, circles, and a few squares. "What have you made here?" She asked curiously.

"Its the village!" Answered the child, excitedly. He pointed at one of the circles with his tiny claw and said, "This is our hut!" He then moved his arm to point at one of the squares and said, "This is the chief's hut!"

The image clicked in the mother's head and she blinked in surprise. The... map was mostly accurate. She was able to recognize parts of the village. "That's really good!" She said, congratulating her child. She paused a moment to think, before retreating inside their hut. She came back out with a small square of curved tree bark. "How about," She said, handing the bark to the kid, "you scratch the village onto this? That way, it will stay."

The kid gasped as he took the bark. "Thanks, mama!" He then turned and darted off through the village. The mother watched him depart, a tired but truly happy smile on her face.

-

The scouting party's adventure was quite uneventful at first. The trees were somewhat different, but it was nothing they had not honestly already seen. The only thing they had noticed was that they had not come across a teskur yet.

Sithel looked at his group grimly. He had under-estimated the resources they would need for the trip. They had already emptied their supply of teskur and kryan meat. He made a quick head count, trying to estimate how much it would take to feed them. Seven full grown Saurians including himself, all equipped with their own spear. A couple of them carried the spare blankets and hides on their backs. They should have been incredibly easy to feed, but they weren't certain what to look for when there were no teskur in the area.

Sithel sighed as he fingered the pointy tip of his spear. He didn't want to delay the travel like this, but they had no choice but to take the simple solution. They had to make a detour back to the lake. He was worried for how long they would be tempted to stay by the water.

One of the hunters ran into the makeshift camp they had set up. Panting slightly, he walked over to sithel and saluted. "Sithel, the lake is still about the same amount of distance in that direction," He reported, pointing the direction he had just come from. "We haven't veered off."

"Good. Go take a rest, we're all heading to the lake soon," Replied Sithel.

After their break and a small amount of travelling westward, they finally turned and headed for the lake. They arrived at its shore around midday. Many of them immediately leaped into the water the moment they saw it. They took their lack of food as an excuse to start swimming and looking for fish. Much to their luck, the fish were plentiful here.

The rest of the day was spent swimming and fishing. As the sun was starting to get low, they had no choice but to set up camp right there on the shore.

"It won't matter. We can make progress tomorrow," Said Sithel as he crawled under his fur blanket.

"I must admit," Said one of the hunters as he was settling into bed, "I was expecting this trip to be more... exciting."

"Me too," Sithel admitted. "Maybe we'll find something of interest tomorrow. For now, let's sleep."

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

@Aweirdgamer Gagh! I didn't even notice your exploration progress. I don't think it even notified me of the mention. I'm working/struggling with a post right now. I'll also make sure to include a reminder of what the scouting party looks like. I was already planning to make the scouting party turn and head for the lake's shore again for water. With that, it looks almost certain that contact will be made. Is there anything to discuss in PMs regarding first contact?

Plz don't make me into chips

Hey, potato.

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

Just found the Mascuss in the image after some brightness and contrast editing . They look okay, but since they're rare, what are the chances of one living in the swampy forest where my Saurians live?

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

Information

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Saurians
Population: 68
Important Figures: Sithalin (Chief) | Senith (Chief's son)
Semi-Important Figures: Syera (Huntress) | Serthal (Expert crafter) | Sithel (Hunter)

Technology
Stone Tools: 4/4
Construction: 4/4
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"Sithel!"

The hunter turned as one of the Saurians of his new hunting party called out to him. "What is it?" He asked.

"We think we found the old camping site of Senith's party!" Explained the hunter. He pointed towards a small clearing some distance away into the swamp.

"Perfect," Replied Sithel. "That means we must be close to the kryan as well as the edge of the swamp. We'll be in unknown lands soon enough."

"Shall we start searching for kryan then?" Asked the hunter.

"Yes, start now and look for them while you can. I don't want us to waste too much time looking for kryan, though. We have much land to explore, I'm sure."

-

The hunting—or scouting—party consisted of an average seven Saurians. No females were present this time, though. "The time of children" as they called it, had already started; bringing the huntresses on a long trip such as this one could have proven dangerous. Sithel, excited as he was to continue their journey, didn't want any distractions.

The first few days in the southernmost swamps were spent hunting after the kryan birds. While the meat most certainly wouldn't last for when they returned to the village, they knew that the feathers and other miscellaneous resources would prove useful.

At last, on the third day of the hunt, one of the hunters was lucky to spot a kryan. They managed to kill it, and they happily prepared it for the night.

"Have you noticed," Said one of the hunters to Sithel that night, "that there aren't any teskur down here?"

Sithel took a moment to finish chewing his mouthful before replying. "The dirt here isn't like the dirt around the village. Teskur are big and heavy. They wouldn't like it here."

"True, true," Murmured the hunter. There was a short uncomfortable pause as the two continued eating in silence next to each other. Finally, the hunter remembered something he wanted to mention. "Sithel, what if we can't find our way back? We have always used the lake to find the village. What will we do if we continue beyond?"

"We won't," Sithel replied simply. "We will keep the lake in sight. We still have much to explore. We haven't seen the other side of the water. Maybe there isn't one. We won't know until we have gone to see for ourselves."

The next morning, the hunters quickly gathered up all their supplies in preparation for the rest of their trip. Everyone was anxious. No other Saurian had ever ventured farther from the village than that point. They would finally step into truly unknown lands...


-

After a few days of observing how the cabin held up, everyone agreed that the construction was a success. It was larger, tougher, and more stable. It was a definite upgrade, but the obvious difficulty was the time and effort it took to build even one of these buildings. Despite this obstacle, the village was determined to rebuild everyone's huts.

One morning, Senith and Sithalin were resting in their cabin, idly chipping spearheads.

"Father," Senith suddenly said.

"Hmm?" Replied Sithalin distractedly.

"Do you think those hunters will find anything interesting on their travels?" Asked Senith curiously.

"I don't know," Sithalin admitted. "No one has been that far before. We have always been right here."

"But then when did we get here?" Senith wondered.

Sithalin paused. "No one remembers," He finally said after a short while.

Senith sat there quietly for a while, scratching at his fin before getting up. "I'm going out for a bath," Announced Senith before making his way to the doorway.

He brushed past the leaf curtain. He blinked in the bright sunlight as he gazed around the village. Already, he could see construction of another cabin starting nearby. He would've gone to help, but he was still feeling sore from the previous construction. He wanted to relax for a while.

He left the village and followed the lake's shore for some short distance until he found a small cluster of bushes which provided a reasonable amount of privacy. He stripped out of his loincloth and decorative straps and bands. He sank into the cool water and quickly felt himself calm.

After several days of hard work, it felt good to relax for once. The log cabin's construction was certainly difficult. Lots of energy was wasted on mistakes and pointless effort. It was their first time building anything like it. They barely knew what they were doing.

Now that they knew what to do, however, Senith was certain that the new cabins would take much less time and effort to build.

A stray thought popped into his head. Syera who had been the very saurian who dreamed up the idea, had not yet seen the finished product. He scratched at a scale on his arm as he pondered. It would be a most… inconvenient time to visit her alone in her hut to tell her. He wasn't sure if he should even bother. He couldn't help feeling, however, that she deserved to see the results.

Finally making up his mind, he climbed out of the lake, dressed himself again, and made his way back to the village. He was almost taken aback at the sudden change. Already another two huts had been torn down to make way for the new cabins. It was obvious that the villagers were excited to make the upgrades.

Before long, he found himself at Syera's hut. He paused in front of the doorway for a moment, once again questioning whether he should speak with her during this time. Finally, he steeled himself and stepped through the leaf curtain.

Syera was sitting in the corner of the hut, a half-finished spearhead in her hands. Lying on a square of hide next to her were another ten fully finished spearheads. The hut seemed to be filled with a strange smell. Senith quickly noticed her bright orange neck when she looked up at him as he entered.

"Senith..." She murmured quietly.

"S-Syera, I just wanted to tell you that the log cabin was finished… You haven't seen it yet, have you?"

-

"Sir, you called me?" Asked the hunter politely, stepping through the cabin's doorway.

"I want you gather a small group of fishers," Said Sithalin. "This is something I've almost forgotten to address. I want you to commence a search in the lake. I won't be able to join you today, I'm too tired right now."

"What exactly will we be looking for, chief?"

"Fish," Explained Sithalin, "Or anything that might explain why the fish aren't here anymore. If we could perhaps remove it somehow, we may not need to make such long trips to catch fish anymore."

"Very well. I shall get on that," Said the hunter. Without another word, he exited the cabin.

Sithalin sighed and picked up his spearhead and went back to chipping away at its edge.

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

Managed to get a post out. This might be one of the worst blocks I've gone through yet. Put my information hider on my CS as well.