Dawn of Man (Tribe Management Thread)

Day Three
Liviander considered about the Flos for a bit before offering them their terms and taking the Elder's advice. His next course of action would need to be to bring his tribe to a more hospitable place. They couldn't stay in the petrified forest for long, unfortunately neither of the scouting parties had brought back news of places fit for settlement. He supposed he'd have to brave the unknown and head south.

Moving one unit south

Orders
Three units search for food
Two units collect wood
One unit (headed by Liviander) Scouts areas where a settlement could be set up for the next day.

Night Three: The Blood Moon

In his tent, Baal meditated and contemplated the meaning of all these Loas and the rise and fall of divinity. The Fallen Scion was a prime example of the wars of the Heavens. Did that not mean that Luna too could fall? Yet, she had not... every night, her illuminating divinity guides the tribe and fends off the darkness. Her divinity was real. The moon was proof and manifestation of her providence. Thus, if Luna were able to remain in the heavens while the Fallen Scion had dropped so low... then it was clear that Luna was the superior, divine spirit, and the Fallen Scion, while powerful, a lesser spirit. The Cletepoc even mentioned that it tied itself to Luna, the Great Moon as well and drew power from it. The Cletepoc was dependent upon the moon. Suddenly, it became clear in Baal's mind. The Loas were lesser beings and some like Cletepoc were in service to greater beings and spirits like Luna. The Cletepoc was just one of many vessels that Luna used to manifest her power and will. The Bullrathi too was a spirit who was an agent of Luna, as beasts too worship the moon in the night such as the harmonious wolves. That was why Baal had the boon and blessing of both of the spirits. Luna was among the greatest beings who served no one, but rather is served. With this epiphany, Baal felt a warm comfort and new found confidence in himself. Doubt and fear was poison, and it was something that he didn't want to spread to his people.. With his faith reaffirmed, Baal stepped out of his tent and approached the gathering in the middle of the camp.


In the clearing of the Cenote, the Luna Camp bustled with activity this night. With fires burning, prime cuts of elkenbeast cooking, and purse fruit being passed around, there was much excitement in the camp. In honor of their fallen and the defeat of their enemy, the Luna celebrated their victory today. The sacrifices of the five dead Lunans were not in vain, and their memory was to be honored in this celebration of life... and blood. Baal lit the bonfire and yelled "Tonight! We celebrate those who have given their lives to join Luna! It is thanks to her will that we have the blessings of her agents, Cletepoc and Bullrathi who have come to guide us! We have nothing to fear other than fear itself! We are touched by the light of the moon and have her guidance. Thus, WE offer you and your agents, our gratitude by offering life force and having this festival in your name!!" as he lifted the Congealed Myrdraal Blood over him to let it drip and cover him and then cast it into the bonfire.

Cheers broke out as the tribesmen brought forth pots of blood. Baal took the first one and sprayed all around him to cover the area with the sanctified blood. The tribe began to nearly break into pure mania as the blood covered them and the ground that they stood on. More pots were brought forth along with some strips of cinnamon bark as incense for the ritual. The ground would shine in the twilight as the moon rose, causing the red life force to glisten. The air would be intoxicating with the ferrous odor of blood and sharp hints of the cinnamon. The Children of Luna too, covered in the blood glistened under the radiance of Luna.

Baal continued to sanctify the Cenote grounds with blood, and at the height of the fervor, Baal drank from one of the pots, the pot of the Chieftains' blood. With the pots finally empty of the sacred liquid, Baal called over for the prisoners. The Orfex prisoners were forcefully brought before Baal. Baal cut the thumb of his right hand. Methodically, Baal approached each prisoner with the blade, and cut, superficially, the chest to let blood seep out. He took his left hand and covered it with the blood, then placed the blood stained hand on his body. Then, Baal imprinted his bloody thumbprint over the heart of each prisoner. It was a slow process, but a needed one. As he finished, Baal loudly spoke "You, who have come to our homes, threatened us, killed our own and defied the will of Luna. You and you alone will bear the sins of your people. You serve the will of the Children of Luna, and your children will learn of the guiding light that the Great Moon provides. May your toil redeem you in the eyes of Luna and bring you forgiveness and salvation."

With the pact finished, the festival continued and a great, blood and purse-fruit fueled fertility ritual began as the tribe yelped and cheered in ecstasy on this most holy and sacred night.

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Orders:

1. Baal makes a blood sacrifice to Luna and her agents such as Cletepoc and Bullrathi, Luna's spirits/agents sent to guide the tribe.
Baal, Chipped Full Moon, Congealed Myrdrall Blood, 3 Units of Behemoth Hermit Crab Blood, Orfex Blood, Elken Beast Blood, Fish Blood, Cinnamon, 4 Units of Orfex Bodies, Essence of Cletepoc

2. The entire tribe takes part in the festival of worship, blood, pacts and fertility.
4 Units of Luna, 1 Unit of Flos, 2 Units of Orfex, 2 Units of Food (Elkenbeast Flesh and Purse Fruit), 3 Units of Wood, Bullrathi Fortune, Star Maps (From Flos)

Night 3

It was clear the tribe needed to be moved. The distance was not great, but they did take everything with them. Every trinket to every piece of fur, nothing was left behind. Setting up in these new warrens, Mother Kalna would give the same instructions to make them more livable and comfortable. After arriving, Kalna herself did go to check on the Flos they had accepted in "How does life among the Ratkin suit you? can you be a true rat?" she asked.

The Great Mother also welcomed back the hunters she had sent, greatly appreciating their jade gifts, donning the jade jewelry in front of her people "Our brave hunters have brought this prize and more, Ratkin are strong because we are together!" she cheered.

Night three

Selma couldn't stay here much longer. She had to move her tribe. Soon. She knew moving at night was really risky with the Myrdrall now starting to hunt. So she decided that she would send five food to attempt to gain a new tribemate. And she had to be careful with Raptora incubating a clutch of eggs as well. When she laid out her plan of attack, she called her tribe together to hear her orders

"One of you will send five food to attempt to converse with a flo. There should at least be one still tribeless. I will send Mocha since I'm certain she's been picking up trade talk listening to me. The rest of you will focus on keeping our last fire up by burning four wood for it"

In the Bonetaker camp the tribe was settling in for the night, they had not stayed long enough to attract to much attention so it would be tomorrow they moved. It was annoying that they had to move so much, but that was the way of things, for now all they could do is work on making things better. With tools no longer and issue and ivory in good supply The bone shapers would make decorations for home and person to make things nicer. Others would start to weave baskets to hopefully help carry more things as they now had more people to provide for. With the scion's tools yet more peopel would make stone statues for the skeletons to use. Attak for the night would focus on her promise to the raptors and start shaping bone armor, though this armor would cover less and be more open so it could be removed easily without her people's magic.

1 unit will use a unit of stone an the scions tools to make statues for 3 units of skeletons.

1 unit will work to make baskets

1 unit of people will work making ivory into decorations
Attak will use the mammoth tusk to make a suit of bone armor.

3 units of wood for fire

Night 3



The tribe are finally united after a desperate day trying to hold things together. There is no celebration. There is no rejoicing in the might of Drakkosh tonight, but there is also a sense of resilience and determination. Some weep but many sit in silent contemplation as they complete their tasks. The words of their chief over the past day and night still resonating in them as they continue. This would be their darkest hour and this would be the start of a new era. Sure the last night was terrible and many souls were lost and now assist Drakkosh in the realm above but they had proven their worth again. They could feel the change. The time of running was now past. Now was time to prepare for battle. Those not keeping vigil on the fire kept one eye on their chief who spent the night on the edge of the firelight with a torch in hand to peer into the black and try to understand their foe as they rested and he thought.

There was no denying the added tension and fear in the camp. All were very aware of the darkness at the edge of the light and what lurked within it. All knew the Myrdrall wouldn't let them rest easy, none more so then Maaravi who watched the darkness all night ready for any surprises. While many emotions were spread throughout one was prevalent in all. Determination. They would win. The Myrdrall would fall. It might take a year, a decade, a thousand generations. But they would flee and cower no more. Now they would arm themselves and begin the road to redemption, not just for them, but for all of mankind that serves the light. Despite all this everyone was reacting to the slightest sound or movement outside the camp. Just because they felt certain of a bright future did not escape the fear they held from the night prior.

The baby mammoth tusks were being shaped into spearheads to replace the current hardened wooden tips for as many spears as they could. While their new bladed weapons were powerful in combat the power of the spear, especially in hunting could not be ignored and the quantity that can be gained needs to be considered in this case. While this goes on another group takes an amount of jade to form into medallions to give to all the Drakti that survived the night as a reminder of the fire inside. The group of Warriors spends the night training and inducting the Flos into the tribe and educating them on their culture whilst also learning about the culture of the Flos.

Orders

1 Unit create Spearheads out of Tusks
1 Unit Create Ispirational medallions out of Jade
1 Unit W/Flos Unit learn each others culture and try to find common ground and induct them into the tribe as fellow members
The Fire uses 4 wood and is tended by the two units learning about each other as they sit about it to talk
Maaravi peers into the dark void to contemplate many things

As night set Liviander gathered the tribe around and gave them their orders. Liviander was pleased with the kill of the sloth and set them to work with a few of the beast's parts. The pelt could be useful in the cold, and the claws were quite promising

Orders
1 unit of tribe sets a fire using two units of wood.
1 unit of Tyrien learn what they can from the Flos and educate them on Tyrien culture.
2 units attempt to make hooks using shorter sticks and the sloth claws.
1 unit attempts to create warm clothing from the sloth's shaggy pelt

Night three
There is much cause for celebration at the Arlan camp tonight. New members of the clan, meat that isn’t seafood (which is rare), an excellent talisman from a thrilling adventure, and a blessing from the lake in the form of a gorgeous lobster.
Much merriment is had, with the Arlan welcoming in their new members with face painting, storytelling, and sharing of food.

Using wood for a small fire to ward off the creatures of this valley at night, while this happened there were cycling groups on watch during sleep, their objective to warn the camp if it seems any threat will attack and to take notice of anything they could find out about the creatures or the nocturnal wildlife in general.

Orders:
1 unit of wood for a fire,
alternating units for watch.

Awakening to the music of the water, and surrounded in a field of crimson butterflies that flew away as the tribe awoke, Baal understood that Luna and the spirits had watched over them. No one was awake to stand guard or to maintain the fire. Yet, they were safe. No one was harmed or missing. Word came in that the paw prints of the Bullrathi could be seen in the outskirts of the clearing. The Luna were blessed. But not all were blessed to have guidance, the Luna would come to find out that others did not fare well in the night. For now, they knew that they couldn't take the gifts of Luna for granted. The Myrdrall would continue to hound the Luna and it would get worse every night. The Cenote was a place of respite, but it was not a home. Thus, the Luna would continue their migration to find temporary safety from the Myrdrall.

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Journeying to the east, the Luna were certain that they were entering Yamna territory, yet there was no sign of them. That is, until they entered a clearing. The camp was covered in crimson and talon marks of the Myrdrall. Unlike the Luna, who cherished life and life energy to the point where all parts of the living were used, the Myrdrall attacked without respect. All Baal could see was wanton destruction and waste. The Myrdrall left the hands of the Yamna with their OWN talons in a display of cruelty, savagery and mockery. This was a clear message. The Myrdrall did not see humans as something to be respected, but rather something to be played with.

Baal approached one of the hands and pulled the talon out of the hand to free it. This was no way to leave the Yamna. Baal and several in the tribe began to work to clean up the camp and make sure that the death of the Yamna would have purpose. Of particular gruesomeness was the tortured remains of one of the Yamna on the outskirts of the camp. His contorted form was reminiscent of a demented bird or a butterfly. Were they lucky to have much of their corpse left? Baal wasn't certain if he knew the answer to that question. All he knew was that the struggle of the Yamna would not go to waste.

The remains of the Yamna camp was cleaned and anything of use was gathered. Baal had interacted with the Yamna Chieftain once before and knew of their nature spark, which he sought as he began to fear the possibility of the Myrdrall having taken it and potentially being able to use it as well. The Cletepoc seemed wary of the possibility as well. The Yamna hands and any discernible remains were brought into a pile and buried in the middle of the camp. Several tribesmen began working on building a shrine to mark the location and to guide the Yamna to Luna's embrace. Some Luna tribesmen led some of the Orfex to began to search around the area to collect wood to help contribute to the shrine. The Orfex were not familiar with the woods and jungles in the region after all. The Luna would have to guide them for a while to make sure that they didn't get lost and to teach them things like how to use the tribe's tools. While the Flos provided their star maps to use as inspiration to allow Luna's light to shine upon the shrine. Several pearls were even inlaid in a fashion that emulated the stars. They even began to spread some of the poppy seeds that they had upon the sanguine grounds so that they may bloom and attract the crimson butterflies to further serve as guides.

Lighting up some sticks of cinnamon as a means of incense to draw Luna's attention, Baal called out for her to guide the fallen and to continue to help the Luna fight against the darkness that wasted life so carelessly. Even if the call was left unheeded, Baal was determined to not let this camp be a symbol of terror and fear for mankind. The Luna would take what remained of the Yamna, what the Myrdrall so wastefully left behind, and put them to use to strike down the Myrdrall for mankind. They would build a shrine that would become a symbol of resistance, something that the Myrdrall couldn't do. The Myrdrall could destroy, but they could never build. From the death and ashes of the Yamna would come new life as the poppies would bloom from the sanguine saturated soil. The talons that the Myrdrall sadistically tore from their own hands as a message would turn into weapons to fight the Myrdrall and their folly. From the blood of the nature loving Yamna, new life would be born. The Children of Luna would never let this spot remain a site of Myrdrall victory and mockery and by Luna's grace and providence her children would succeed.

After prayer and passing rites, Baal spoke to his tribe: "The only thing we have to fear is... fear itself. Nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance. In every dark hour of our life, a leadership of frankness and of vigor has met with that understanding and support of the tribe itself which is essential to victory. And I am convinced that you will again give that support in these critical days. Continue to guide our wayward Orfex brothers so that they will learn to follow and embrace Luna's luminescence."

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Diplomacy/Other Stuff:

The Luna leave an offering of 4 food at the Cenote prior to leaving to fulfill the request that Cletepoc made two days ago

The Luna migrate to the south east square of where the old Yamna camp was

Summary/Orders:

1. Exploring the new lands around the camp.
1 Unit of Luna, 1 Unit of Orfex, +3 Quality Tools, Wooden Baskets, Elken Blood for Health/Stamina Boost

2. Scavenging through the Yamna camp (Spark, Myrdrall talons, Bullrathi Talismin, etc) and building a sanguine shrine in the carnage in the former Yamna camp to serve as a locus for Luna's divine providence and subvert the symbol of Myrdrall victory.

Baal w Chipped Full Moon, 1 Unit of Luna, 1 Unit of Flos, +3 Quality Tools, Star Maps, 4 Units of Wood, White Pearls, Cinnamon, Poppy Seeds, Remains of the Yamna, Primordial Blood, Elken Blood

3. Exploring and collecting wood from the forest/jungle around the old Yamna camp
1 Unit of Luna, 1 Unit of Orfex, +3 Quality Tools, Wooden Baskets, Elken Blood

4. Harvesting and cracking open the geodes that were found by the river
1 Unit of Luna, +3 Quality Tools, Wooden Baskets, Elken Blood

Selma was met with great unease as she learned about the death of last night's tribe. With only Yun to ease her concerns, she pressed onwards. Yun offering her a song of reassurance to keep his newfound leader calm and collected in the face of danger. "Where the Southwind meets the Sea, there's a Raptor, full of memory. Come my leader Homeward bound. When all is lost then all is found" Selma smiles reassured by this song as she prepared to give her orders. The eggs will soon hatch and Raptora was now gathering them as she and the rest of the tribe prepare to move on.

Selma stood at the center of the frightened tribe and stood starch and staunt. "My fellow allies! Raptors. Flos. We lost a tribe yesterday. What we have not lost is our heart! We will persevere! And we will move forward! Speaking of moving, we've sat at this spot too long. We will move three klicks to the north! Where safety is more assured! Yun, I ask you and your flos to gather some poppies as we could all use some relaxation given the events of this past night. " "It shall be done, chieftain. We will use the clay Pot you have delicately crafted"

Selma nods and turns her attention to her Raptors. "Elder Donna, you and your unit will go to the river and fish for food when we arrive" Donna nodded and thudded her fist to her chest as acknowledgement.

"Elder Raftoran, you shall take our obsidian axes and chop some Darkwood to burn for Firewood"

Raftoran nodded at his chieftain




"Elder Dorothy, you'll be looking for gold. We'll need some kind of commodity and to research use for it later on"

Dorothy nodded as well

"Last but not least. Hana. You'll be looking around for Sulfur. We'll need stronger fires tonight"

She nodded as she took her unit and picks of obsidian.

Selma smiles as she sees her tribe getting at it and going to move camp. She assists Raptora in gathering her eggs and walks with Bullsworth and Raptora.

Liviander spent the night watching his tribe work. He leaned back against the mountainous body of his tribe's totem animal and snoozed until dawn. He was awoken by a poke in the side. A young man with wild looking hair the color of mud stood over him. It was Mikoro, a youngster of the tribe whose mouth was bigger then his thought. What the boy held in his hand was more alarming then his attitude. A bloody severed hand. "Where did that come from"? Liviander asked getting to his feet.
"It was found at the edge of camp. No Tyrien are missing... The monsters are sending a message. A tribe was attacked last night. If not wiped out, we're not sure which" Mikoro told the tribe leader.
Liviander looked to the ground sadly. "May the great forest bring them mercy in the afterlife".
"Perhaps it is time for the Tyrien to show ourselves to the other tribes. We've lived in isolation for a long enough time" Mikoro insisted.
"That's not your decision to make" Liviander sighed. "Perhaps your right, perhaps you are wrong. Only the Judge will know for sure. I will speak to the elders about it. Either way you are young. It is not your place to bother me on that... You'll be going hunting today" Liviander made the decision quickly. Mikoro grunted but went off. "Olio will be in charge. Go find Knoll, Nipon, and Frea to go with you". Liviander waved to the older hunter, Olio who was standing nearby. Olio nodded, grabbed a spear and set to work, leaving Mikoro to gather the other hunters. Liviander gathered the rest of the tribe together and set them to tasks.
Moves one unit east.

Orders
1 group goes hunting
2 groups collect wood
1 group collects stone
1 group collects plant fibers
1 group explores east.

Day 4

The Arlan had a night filled with merriment, finally having come to the decisions that the long debates among the elders every year will cease, and Anaya will rule their tribe, and her children after her. This does, however, bring up a small issue, in that Anaya has no children, and is swiftly approaching the age where she may no longer be capable of carrying one.

And for the night, that is all the troubles that concern her and the elders. It is only in the morning, in the screams of one of their younger men, that they realize something horrible has happened. Somewhere among the festivities of last night, a severed human hand was left on the shore. In the firelight, it was not noticed, but now it fills hearts with terror. Anaya immediately does a head count, relieved that at the very least, it does not belong to one of her own.

Anaya buries the hand, offering a small prayer to the spirits that she hopes watch over them, before going back to her tribe, standing before them. “This only enforces what we already knew. If we wish to survive, we must be ever diligent, and we must form strong relationships with the loa, and with the other tribes. To the second end, I have arranged a trade with Baal of the Luna later today. When I return, we will move to the northwest, staying beside the lake. While I am gone, I want one group to fish, one to request wood from our patron Loa, and the rest of you, I want to learn more on how to use these shields. For something other than personal amusement, please.” There’s a glitter of amusement in her eyes at the last sentence, remembering the celebration of last night.

She goes to the water’s edge, calling out a song asking for fish to feed her growing family, before heading off to her meeting with Baal.

day 4

Night had passed and the Bonetakers now had even more members with the addition of the dead. that was a good sign to all and had raised spirits, in truth the tribe was feeling better than it had in a long time they all felt they were building to something, that they would finally be rid of the terrors of the night soon. that day however was not today and even with the ability to call forth skeletons every now and then for the ritual was draining, they did not have the power to force back the dark. Attak knew they needed more supplies and perhaps something to help them, a Loa. The spirits were not fully trust able, yet they kept their deals that much was true and it was in their best interest to be upfront lest their clients seek another patron. Attak would seek out a Loa to aid her tribe, one that matched their spark, not some random spirit that others might be willing to work with. there were of course other tasks to do and Attak realized other tribes might be to foolish to accept the help of the willing dead and might attack the skeletons thus each group of skeletons would have someone to work with them and the living to explain things and make sure the dead did nothing to provoke the living. these waters were going to be called Bonewardens and after this it was time to send people out. The most pressing matter right now was food they were running very low on it and did not have enough for the night, it was good the dead did not need to eat. After food they needed some stone while they had a little the tribe could use more for future rituals though Attak did worry about having to many around. Then there were the Flos their poppy was useful but they had brought so little, the tribe needed more just in case as Attak herself was taking some for her quest. Finally There was an idea Attak had to carve stories on clay pots and such to make sure these days and their knowledge was recorded for latter people, they just needed clay. Before each of the groups were sent out they were told the tribe would be moving a distance to the west as they had stayed where they were for to long. When at last all these things were settled Attak left for h er quest not coming back till near night with one hell of a story to tell and a deal to share with the elders to see what they thought of it.

Maaravi felt deeply enlightened after the previous night, Drakkosh spoke unto him and gave him new knowledge, the knowledge that would help them as they rose from the pit of hopelessness they were into becoming the front line against the darkness. After losing their home he no longer felt tied to the locations they were in and so the tribe were to move north, towards this supposed magic fireproof stone and access to general stone to work with for the monument Drakkosh inspired within him. This move was not however without danger and did not mean they could rest easy.

Once they had set up he quickly set them about. Wood was what they needed, wood was what they lacked. Wood was fire, fire was life. He knew the terrain could be all too punishing so he made sure to split up his tribe to hunt for it in different locations. He asked a group to head back and see what they could find or chop by the riverside where they were previously camped, another to look where they now camped and see what could be gathered and chopped and a last group to go search east for wood, for it was clear that further north would bear little result. He knew that failure in this task would most likely mean death, though he would not let it come to that, no matter what. The last group he led to explore west. He was curious about what he might find and see if any information could be gleaned there for the terrain was notable different from the surrounds as had previously been noted by the tribe. He was certain that now was the time to be cautious and wise, plan and observe. He needed to be prepared for what he felt certain was to come, a conflict that no man had yet seen and would decide the fate of Man the Myrdrall, he did not know when or what form it would take but he knew it needed to happen, be it started by the dark or by him in the light.

Despite all the recent events and the fact that the Myrdrall are far from gone and if anything continues to swarm in and surround them every night waiting for the fire to falter for the briefest of moments so that they can swarm in and strike mankind from the world, Maaravi had told of the fear he saw and sensed and the Tribe was mostly optimistic. Despite the fact they were on the back foot they felt in command and in control and like they were ready to press the advantage. Maaravi would let them continue like this and hid his own fears that there could be something worse out there, ultimately it was what they needed after the horrors of that dreaded night.

Orders
Move North 1
One Unit search current location for wood W/ Tools
One Unit search prior camp location for wood W/Tools
One Unit (Flos) Seach east of new location for wood (East so they may be somewhat protected from the supposed horrors of the swamp that might venture forth by the rest of the tribe)
One Unit W/Maaravi search west W/Armour and Swords and Spears

Day 4

The Ratkin where rather happy with how fast they had managed to move, but then again, Rats always survived! The Ratkin happily took to their new warrens, now made more livable due to the now almost tradition of heavily adapting their warrens to be more comfy. The new warrens teemed with not only the Ratkin but the many actual rats that followed the tribe around, their chittering would echo across the warrens.

Mother Kalna herself was very happy to hear of the Flos' acceptance of the Ratkin way of life, no longer would she need to refer to them as Flos, they where true rats now! This joyous occasion was soon followed up by the discovery of truffles! which the whole tribe was quickly gaining a sweet tooth for!

Mother Kalna would allow for some time of revelry for her people, allowing them to calm and become used to these new warrens. However, she knew there was always work to be done. After the tribe had eaten together, she set them off on their tasks, of course wood and food where always of importance. A group would be sent out to hunt, and gather food stuffs, another would be sent out to gather wood and the occasional stone they could carry, and a third smaller group would be sent to explore and scout. They would all then meet back at the warrens to discuss and rest.

The moon kissed waters glittered as the bonfire of the Luna roared and illuminated a strange sight. The Children of Luna labored hard, making odd noises that clacked, swished and churned through the idle and all consuming darkness. Without a doubt, the Myrdrall watched from a distance, and would continue to stalk the Luna throughout the night. Yet, the Children of Luna were undaunted. For with their own hands, they began to craft the means of fighting back and combating the foul beasts of the night in both spirit and flesh. Thanks to the bounties given by Luna, her agents, the friends of the tribe, and indeed the Myrdall themselves, the tribe began to work on fierce, durable weapons that even the Myrdrall would bleed from. Many weapons were simply.... fragile since they had long been made of wood and held together by flimsy fibers. Tonight, the Luna had the means to make fearsome weapons for the tribe. Pointed Elkenbeast horns, Sharp Mydrall Claws, Jagged Pieces of Chitin, and sturdy wood all held together by fibers and the sticky sap of the sap filled wood. Under the guidance and watch of some Luna tenders, the Orfex were brought in to help as they were a more martial people who likely knew what made weapons more lethal and practical in combat. Together, with Lunan resourcefulness and Orfex fierceness, the tribe was very hopefully that they would be well armed soon.

Yet, the war against the Myrdrall was not only a physical one, but a spiritual one as well. One could not accomplish anything if they believed that they would fail no matter the circumstances. The Myrdrall were no different. The tribe needed to believe that they could fight the Myrdrall and not simply be easy prey. In essence, the people needed hope and courage. Baal sought to give his people hope and courage no matter in what form it may be, even liquid. Some of the elders noticed that some of the purse-fruit that sat squished in the bottom of the pots and had sat there for a bit started to turn into a mirthful liquid. Usually, this was a sign that fruit was about to go bad, but the Flos revealed a secret of sulfur. Sulfur in small quantities could slow and prevent corruption and rot. To hide some of the odd flavors and smells that may come from the sulfur and brewing the fruit, some poppies and sticks of cinnamon brought over to add to the brew Thus, some of the Luna set off to see if they could turn purse-fruit into a pleasant brew.

Several other crafty Lunans saw the linen cloth that was gifted by their Dwarven friend and set off to create these "cloths" that he had mention as it could help protect the tribe from the elements and indeed perhaps protect them from other things as well among other uses. Yet, when the creative and artistic Flos saw the fine sheet of linen, they were struck by inspiration. A fine canvas such as this should be used to help represent the tribe, a product of the guidance and generosity of many. From Luna, to Noraldriki, From Cletepoc to the Flos and Orfex, they were all important to the tribe. Thus, the Flos, enlisting the aid of the Orfex, sought to make a symbol for the tribe and all its parts. Using the gifted linen from Noraldiki, the Flos began to paint and decorate the sheet as the Orfex worked to create a sturdy platform to proudly display the artwork that the Flos were creating. On the linen, the Flos drew the outline of a circular moon, representing Luna and a pair of butterfly wings, the symbol for Cletepoc.



Yet, Baal himself was working on a project as well. The strength and numbers of humans was limited. Yet, looking at the creatures that lived in the valley, Baal couldn't help but imagine that some of the beasts would be useful to several time and energy consuming tasks that the Luna did on a daily basis. Befriending an animal was difficult... befriending an entire species was unimaginable with the current means. However, perhaps, companion animals could be CREATED. Blood was life force. By manipulating life force, could a friendly being be made? Baal was curious and turned to the recently caught corpse of an Elkenbeast as he sought to use the body and blood of the creature as a foundation and medium for his experiment. With a silent prayer, Baal stared at the moonlit body of the Elkenbeast and began to focus on his spell.

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Summary/Orders:

3 Wood Bonfire w/ 1 Unit of Luna resting

1. Crafting of Weapons using the various resources that the Luna had collected thus far
1 Luna, 1 Orfex, +3 Dwarven Bronze Tools, Chipped Full Moon w/ Constructive Compression, Myrdrall Claws, Elken Beast Horns, Chitin, 3 Wood, Tough Fibers, 1 Unit of Sap Filled Wood

2. Brewing of Purse-Fruit beverage flavored with some cinnamon, poppy and a little bit of sulfur
1 Luna, Purse Fruit, Wood Ash Pots, Cinnamon, Poppy, and Sulfur

3. Crafting of cloths/textiles like Noraldruki told Baal about with things like fur, fibers, etc
1 Luna, +3 Dwarven Bronze Tools, 1 Unit of Spider Silk, Fish Bones and Thorns (as needles), Elkenbeast Hide, Tough Fibers

4. Creating a banner/standard/flag for the Tribe
1 Flo, 1 Orfex, +3 Dwarven Bronze Tools, Fine Linen Sheet, 1 Wood, Glitterdust, Crystals, Pearls, Blood, Ink

5. Magical Experiment with an Elkenbeast corpse to try and create a draft animal
Baal, Primordial Blood Spell, Elkenbeast Corpse (4 Units of Food?), Elkenbeast Blood

Events/Reactions:

1. Feed the hatching Zoea 1 Unit of Fish (Food) and shelter it in a large pot of fresh lake water for now as it is fragile and needs to be protected

Night 4


Attak was pleased with the deal with their possible patron, though while she had little love for none humans she did regret such a creature that clearly could teach much would have to die for the deal. Still attak had to do what was best, or what she thought was best and getting a patron to aid them was a good idea, but perhaps there were more that fit her tribe beyond the one she had met first. Attak might have to hold another audience with Loa, though perhaps in another place away from the graveyard and closer the the portal. The camp was not far from it in truth and Attak could almost feel it's energies, perhaps those energies would attract those spirits that were likely to match her tribe. Attak had so many ideas for the tribe's spark, for the tribe itself, for humans, but she needed more power for that. Still they had come far the honored dead could return to them in physical form now and their tribe was flourishing more than ever, while some of the dead had returned to the grave they could be called back. This in truth called for a celebration to call fourth the spirits of the past once more and perhaps the Loa.


Attak called for the tribe to gather living and dead " Tonight is a night for celebration, we have grown strong in a short time and have gained the power to call forth the honored dead" She started leading to cheers from the tribe " But there is more work to do, many more of the honored dead still yearn to return not only in spirit but with bodies" She continued to which the skeletons rattled their bones " Still there is much we have yet to gain, there are great powers out there Loas that seek our aid as we seek theirs, but tonight is not the night for long hours of work, tonight is a night to celebrate how far we have come and how far we will go." She finished and then held out her hand. One of the elders would bring a hand full of bones and Attak would toss them into the fire.

" Honored dead We call you through bone and fire we reach out to you return to this world your children and their children wish to speak with you, wish to see you once more, to learn from you and to be with you" Attak called out though she had more to the invitation " And to the spirits,the loa that watch the tribe, those of spirit and bone that wish to help the living and the dead , to the loas of death that would Stewart our honored dead i call you come to me so that we might know each other, so that your desires might be known to me and that we might strike a deal" She called out as the bones crackled and split int he fire to summon forth the honored dead.

With this the ceremony was ended it was up o the dead and the spirits if they wanted to return or not, but no matter what the living would have their celebration eating and drinking. The Flos outsiders before were invinted into the dances and songs as those that could make pots would work till the clay that had been gathered was turned into pots and placed to dry by the fire. Then those that had been working would join the celebration only one did not partake in the jubilation attak herself.



Attak would retire to her tent shortly after her speech to await the Loa that she might have called so that they might speak in private. She would also while waiting or after she was done dealing with the Loa looks over the tools the scion had given her. The tools when used to carve rock had helped bring more dead back, to bind them, she wanted to understand how this was done. Attack would spend her free time looking over the tools trying to perhaps use her spark to figure out how the magic had been laid upon the tools to make them work so that she might reproduce the effect.

Night four

The sounds of night time animals reached Liviander's ears as he sat atop a stump watching the Tyrien move about and complete their final chores for the day until they eventually went to sleep. The large form of the triceratops grazed at the very edge of the camp. The day had been successful with the tribe collecting materials from their hunt, Liviander had begun to make a realization. The beasts of the world were more physically powerful then him and his people, so it'd be better for defense if they could hit their targets without getting too close. "Knoll, take a few people and start a fire" Liviander ordered. The tribesman looked up and nodded to the chieftain, taking two units of wood to make a fire.
"Frea, you are a crafty man, I require you to help me with something" Liviander called over to another hunter. "I had the idea that we may need to be able to attack from far distance, but with more power then just a throw, I had the idea we could use hides wood and some fiber to craft a horn-flinger(bow)". With that the two men got a few other Tyrien together and began to work on that.

Orders
1 unit of Tyrien create a fire using two units of wood.
1 unit of Tyrien attempt to make a horn-flinger, Liviander included.
2 units of Tyrien attempt to make primitive string from plant fibers.
2 units of Tyrien offer prayers to the Tyr gods.