Pillars of Ceation

[Kanuut]

The sun rises gently over the landscape, birdcalls fill the air, they stop abruptly as a Sojiro steps out of his cave to the west, he is soon followed by his fellow. The beasts of the grasslands move away as the slow rumbling of the Sengmyr caravans approachs. Several Rook boats, simple crafts, are launched as the men see the first light shine on the water.


The first age has dawned

Spoiler

This age will be more of a way of getting our style of RP set rather than getting much done. So feel free to experiment and try different ways of playing. I'll be fairly loose with giving out knowledge and skills so by the time we're comfortable with how we'll play we're ready for the second age.

 

[AlphaDraco]

The Rook Tribe





As the years go on, the Rook Tribe continues to grow in population. The want and need to have a large family leads to a large increase in population. As children reach the age of marriage, they are married off and sent to found their own farm, with the rest of the family giving them aid as it were. The oldest male of each family would inherit the home he grew up in. As families set off to find land suitable for their needs, new towns pop up across the island. These towns are from either just two homesteads, or villages rivaling that of the three most populous villages before the population growth. As it is, the population growth is not the only occurrence happening to the Rook Tribe at the moment.


The town by the smoke mountain, now known as Ashfall, has increased in size over recent years, maintaining its position as second largest settlement of the Rook Tribe. Over the years, a group of individuals have noticed that plants nearer to the volcano, where the ash lands more often, have a tendency to grow faster and fuller. Because of this revelation, a group of farmers are trying to find out if the ash is the reason for this, so as to increase food production.





By the rivers in the southwest, the village of Rivermore has grown to be the third largest town on the island. The town, while farming many a crop, have been noticing a decline in hunting animals. In response to this oncoming disaster, one of the newest elders of the town has proposed a plan to try and domesticate several of the native species to use as food sources down the road. Sending out hunting parties to try and trap live animals, the town has currently began trying to domesticate the native deer, boar, hare, and ground dwelling birds.


In the most populous city, Founder's Rock, down by where the strait reaches across to the mainland, the population remains the highest of any single settlement on the island. In dealing with the high population, the people of the village have began to learn to fish. As with fishing, the seaside community is also looking to improve the design and make of their primitive boats, so as to aid in fishing and travel.


One other notable change is to the religion of the Rook Tribe. As families marry and tales start to become more unified, the First Father begins to develop more as a deity. At this point, it is said that he fathered man last of all and is the favorite of his creations. Another development is the slow, but steady change of using the word created instead of fathered. The outcome of this is unknown, but could have profound effects in the future. On another note, there is growing tension between the oldest family lineages on whose the First Father created first. So far it is only squabbles, but it might escalate eventually.

 

[SpiralErrant]

The fields stretched before them as the quiet was broken by the constant rumble and clamor of the Sengmyr on the move. The creak and rattle of wagons, the dull thud of a hundred hooves flattening the earth beneath them and for miles around carried the sound of human chatter. Children ran up and down the column, the youngest among them squealing with delight at whatever fresh game they'd thought up, the elderly who rode in the wagons clucked and tutted among themselves, complaining about every bump in the road. The herders talked among themselves, only breaking off to guide any young sheep or steer that had gotten dozy enough to try and wander off from the group. Hundreds of people all crowded together, family and friends in one way or another crossed the open plains in a massive procession, carving out their tracks on the undisturbed ground as they went.


Further off, among the trees, the hunters and outriders watched their fellows go by. One of their number was busying themselves with carving a crude rune into the nearest tree trunk.


"What you doing that for anyway, Dai?" Their friend asked, having gotten tired of stopping to watch them do it every few miles, carving that symbol on trees and rocks. The rune itself was a good luck symbol among the Sengmyr, who had no real written language themselves.


"It's a little marker." The carving hunter called Dai said. "I'm putting these along the way so we can keep track of what paths we've taken, yeah? Then we know if a way's good for grazing, don't we like?"


"Horses already know that themselves, you nit." The other hunter scoffed.


"Young ones don't and I'd trust a scout over a horse any day. You'll see, soon I'll have all the paths we've taken put down and we can work out where the caravans are going well sooner than before."


"Oh this again!" The other hunter cheered. "He's onto this again, you gotta see this, come see this!" He yelled over to a third rider who was just relieving themselves behind a bush. That was why they stopped in the first place and the two of them had done a good job of ignoring it until now. "Get that skin out, Dai, look at this... he's drawing trees and mountains down like one of the little ones. Only not as good." The hunter chuckled.


"You laugh now but you'll see. All the scouts in our caravan are working on it." Dai said as he unrolled a rough skin covered in crude drawings representing different parts of the land. "We're going to put them all together and then we'll always know where we're going, the young wont have to learn the old paths all over again and we'll always be able to find our way if the caravan gets lost. Wise woman's calling it a map." Dai sounded very proud of that.


"What, you gunna map the whole world?"


"Maybe. Depends how big the world is." Dai shrugged. "Better than your lots mad scheme, trying to catch wolves."


"Think you mean genius!" The other hunter retorted, smugly. "Makes perfect sense. If we can tame the wolves like we did with the livestock, then shepherds and other folks can use them to help mind their flocks, make our job all that easier. Think about it, we can even breed them like we do the other beasts. Make bigger ones, smaller ones, ones with thick fur to look after the little 'uns." He actually seemed pretty excited at the prospect of having a pack at his command.


"What, like a demi-wolf? Pfft, good luck with that!" Dai rolled his eyes. "Come on, we've lingered long enough."


And with that the trio of scouts kicked their steeds into action and rode off ahead of the caravans as the collected Sengmyr kept heading east. One way or another they would make progress. The wise women had seen the ambitions of the young and nurtured them. Through their combined efforts the members of one caravan started the ancient world's first attempt at cartography while another put their skills in animal husbandry to try their hand at domesticating the vicious canines of the central forests. Hopefully this would improve the lot of everyone in the tribe in some way. Though of the two schemes the youngsters were much more excited of the prospect of having mini wolves to call their own. Whether either scheme would prove so successful only time would tell.

 

[Kanuut]

During the formative years of the first age, while many tribes were still learning to build roofs, a few tribes begin to form crude civilisations, then more advanced ones. These primal civilisations soon gain dominance over the lesser tribes that they may meet.


The Rooks, a sprawling society of many skills, slowly develop stronger boats, able to be used in more difficult weather, as well as discovering a crude form of fertiliser they readily accept the concept of trading between villages which results in large annual markets, shortly before the cold season. This allowed the menfolk to specialise into differing pursuits, able to supply their families better by excelling at one as opposed to being acceptable at all. This shortly led to the creation of a small fishing outpost on the 'land over the water' (Approx Catona) which they soon found to be Buaan land, specifically Noikan territory. The Buaan concept of trading is readily accepted by the Noikan, although they initially keep it to themselves (@KurtH6355 letting you take this where you want, I thought it would be interesting to play around with the different tribes now one has met a different people). The Noikan trade their animal products for the Rooks fish, this benefits them both and will likely result in a good relationship later. For now the Noikan are unaware that there are more Rooks beyond the water.


A clever Sengmyr youth studiously creates a map, it is not very accurate or clear but it's usefulness is soon found as he manages to find camping grounds, hunting spots and the like easily. His caravan, grudgingly at first, help him create more maps... Over time these maps become more accurate, what used to take up to three days to locate could now usually be found in one with the aid of maps. The Sengmyr spread these maps between themselves and soon have their entire region mapped out with a semblance of accuracy (@SpiralErrant you can make a crude map if you want of your region, or I'll make one at some point if you don't.)


The Sojiro remain isolated in their mountainous region, developing new and better ways to hunt and defend themselves from the large beasts that share their territory, they learn the use of ranged weapons, initially throwing rocks which they improve upon by choosing better shaped rocks, which they they find new ways to throw them. Over time the Sojiro invent a rudimentary sling (Sling (weapon) - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia) and their hunters became skilled in its use.


The Brutii culture, celebratory of martial skill, develop better melee weapons, they are far from metal but immensely more dangerous than the weapons of other cultures. Their Shamans explore their concepts of divinity and magic, they have not produced anything definitive but have begun to probe the depths of the unknowable.

 

[Spacekitty]

The Elders of the eastern most village sit inside the gathering hit, chattering amongst themselves.


"Why are we hear again?" One ancient man asks. "Elder Francesco wants to shows us something" a younger look elder replies. "Show us what?" That ancient elder asks. "What?" The younger elder replies, confused "What are we doing here?" he asks, looking around the room. "Eh?" Replies the ancient one "You'll have to speak up sonny. (Yes I just had a scene where old people forgot what they were talking about)


Suddenly the flaps of the hut open up, temporarily blinding the Elders as the hut entrance faces the setting sun. In enters Elder Francesco, holding what appears to be an ordinary spear. "This is what you want to show us?" A confused elder asks.


"Not quite" Francesco says as he shows them the head of the spear. Instead of a flint or wooden point, the point is made of dark rock (obsidian). The Elders stare in awe at the new weapon, excited by its ability to cut and hold an edge.


-Obsidian Tools invented


+Gladiatorial battles now result in more deaths, CHRISTIAN SHAL BE PLEASED


Meanwhile a group of Shamans sacrifice a young man who lost a Gladitprial fight to their god, in the belief that their god will provide them with powers and knowledge.


------ Now for what my tribe does -----


In the costal city of Christian's Shore. Fisherman have noticed a dramatic sea erase in the amount of fish near the shores, forcing them to attempt and create better boats to find fish.


In the city of Rome, population steadily increases due to the rich farmland. This influx of grain makes it of little value in trade, leading o increase of hunting, leading to a shortage of nearby animals. One ambitious farmer attempts to domesticate cows and rabbits so he can have more power in trading hides and meat.


In the eastern most city, an ambitious elder, and "rich" (has a lot of pelts, pelts are used in trade) wishes to display his wealth with an elaborate home, one with storm walls. But the random rocks they find are not suitable for building walls and hey always collapse. One of his "engineers" thinks he can carve the stones to fit together while his other "engineer" believes the "dirty clay" (claylike stuff with volcanic ash, roman concrete) can do the job, but he is struggling to figure out how to artificially create the material


The Gladiatorial fights become more dangerous, and therefore more exiting and popular due to the deadlier weapons.


- Attempt to make basic boats


- attempt to domesticate live stock


- attempt to make primitive bricks for building walls


- attempt to make ram concrete


((I don't expect them all to succeed in everything, so Ill understand if you only grant me success with some of these attempts)


I was in a rush so my post isn't as elaborate

 

[Lord Bradorian]

The Tribes of Buaan live luxlriously and prosperously, their hunting keeping them fed and trade keeping them wealthy and their young men keeping their population rising and their Military strong. The Tribes of Buaan are currently at peace between them all, and The City of Buaan remains in control. Buaan Craftsmen keep weapons and simple armor in abundance, keeping their Military armed.


Unfortunately, in The City of Buaan, a new Leader has been recently introduced, and he has been making some reforms that most don't agree with, causing a large amount of Civil Unrest. No Rebellion has taken place, but disorganized acts of protest such as Vandalism or Harassment of the City Guard is commonplace. Some believe the City Guard itself has Assasins within, but this has been widely dismissed by the Leader of The City of Buaan.


One morning, a Noikan messenger runs to the Chief's large Hut, and speaks cheerfully. "A New Tribe has been discovered on the Coast of Buaan!" The man said - The Tribes of Buaan calling their land simply Buaan. "They claim to be in the 'Rooks Tribe.', and we believe they are Nomadic Traders! They trade Fish for Fur, but the Village of Noikan has requested that The City of Buaan send Diplomats to help further the Trade's usefulness to the whole of the Tribes of Buaan! Will you?" The man asks. The Chief agrees, and has six Diplomats travel to the Trading Outpost, asking to speak with a superior. Once they get in contact, they ask what Goods they have available and offer Goods that they have, including weapons, armor, and meat. They also ask for Knowledge, asking if they know of "Cultivation.", which they had heard rumors about from neighboring Tribes that had discovered Farming. They had no clue what it was, but they wanted their hands on it.


(Apologies if this is too short, I've never done a Detailed Nation Builder.)

 

[AlphaDraco]

The Rook Tribe


Ashfall:


The tall mountain of smoke reached far into the sky, dominating everything around. The column of smoke and ash reaching up high in the sky, only for it to fall back down and lightly blanket the ground, where footsteps would disturb it once again and send it to repeat the cycle. The foliage here was thick and full of life, absorbing the ash rich soil that it prospered in. Men toiled to gather up the valuable material, raking large quantities into animal skin bags to be traded with other villages. Some children ran through the ash, kicking it up and giggling. The women watched them from afar, whilst sewing together new garments for the growing young ones. Everything was as it should be, except for two individuals hiking towards the base of the mountain.


"What are you so desperate to show me Rasker? We are supposed o be helping in the ash collection." It was obvious this individual was not enjoying himself. While most of the area at the mountain's base was lush in vines and shrubbery, the path his friend had taken him on had been nothing but bare rock and ash. In all honesty, the ash here wasn't even worth the trouble of the journey, so why would anyone want to come here?


"Why, it is something I, nor anyone has ever seen before!" The excited young man spoke with an energy that was beyond what should be capable after the trek he had just endured. He continued to gesture wildly with his hands. "Trust me on this Lurre, our names will go down in history! The First Father has blessed us with what you are about to see."


Lurre just sighed in response. This was the third time Rasker had made this speech. Honestly, what could be so great as to call it a blessing of the First Father. Sure, everything should be taken as a blessing of the First Father, from the ash to the fish in the sea, but never to the extent he was making it out to be. He was about to just tell Rasker that he was done and start heading back down when he rounded the bend and saw what his friend had been babbling about.


The side of the mountain looked like it had caved in and was filled of many black, jagged rocks. The gleamed in the sunlight, looking almost like solid water. He couldn't understand what he was seeing.


"What... What is this?" He was able to stammer out. Rasker had been right with his enthusiasm. The whole thing was a sight to behold.


Tasker simply grinned as he picked up a small, sharp whatever-it-was. "This is a gift from the first father." He held it up to where it caught the light. "Its sharper than anything we have ever seen. Imagine why we could us this stuff for. Our old plows and spears will be waste compared to what these can do." He put the animal skin he had been carrying on the ground. "Now help me load some of these up and carry them back. We will be immortalized in the tales."





Rivermore:


Rivermore was a cacophony of sounds. The screech of deer, grunting of boars, and chirping of ground quail meshed with the sound of the bubbling rivers. Every now and then, one could hear the snatches of a Rook's conversation or the laughter of children. Maybe even an elder mother singing one of the tales. In all probability this was probably one of the loudest places in the world, at least that is what Yonmut thought. He definitely sure it was the loudest place on the island and he did not want anything else that could contribute to the never ending noise, which was why he was still in this conversation.


"Come on, imagine it. You know you want to try it. It will help us out immensely!" The young man had pleaded his, case, yet the village father wasn't going to cave in to an argument without hearing just how it was supposed to benefit Rivermore. Honestly, what was this kid thinking of bringing a wolf pup into the town.


Making sure to keep a clear indo and voice, which is hard with the constant sound of a boar squealing outside, he spoke. "Just tell me how keeping wolves, which if I need remind you have been preying on our animals we have been trying to domesticate since we first tried domestication, will improve our lives?" Honestly, this boy was in over his head. To think such a foolish thing was possible. Wolves were predators, they hunted. All the animals that Rivermore were domestication were animals that were content to lay around and eat the grass or leaves. "And while you are answering, do say how we will feed these 'pet' wolves? We aren't going to waste deer and boar meat on them."


To the leader's surprise, the boy actually stood up straight and seemed as if he was prepared exactly for this question. "Sir, for the problem with food, we do not eat everything from the deer and pigs. There are things that we cannot eat that wolves seem to have no trouble consuming. And as for why they can help, wolves live in packs sir, like we live in families. If we raise a wolf and teach it what it can and can't do, like a child of our own, it will listen to us. We can use them to round up the animals and scare off the ferrets and foxes that prey on our birds."


The old man was impressed, one at such a young age didn't often have the wisdom to actually argue as well as he had. Still, he didn't like the thought of wolves in the village, yet it was bound to happen. He had already heard of several of the newer start up villages that were trying similar things. He simply nodded to the young boy in consent, hoping this wouldn't turn around and bite him in the rear end, literally.





Argus Valley:


"Are you sure about this brother?" The question seemed to hang in the air as the two siblings stared off into the vast green landscape. The mountain range they lived within was nothing short of beautiful. An eagle let out a shriek as it's shadow went over their humble abode. It was not much, but it was all that the priests would ever need. The humbleness allowed them to get closer to the First Father, to try and gain even a glimpse of his understanding. One had gotten something more.


"I am sure of this brother. The Creator has shown me my path, and I must take it." The man was young for a priest, barely able to grow a full beard, yet he had gained what so many others has sought after. He needed to tell his people. "I need to do this Orpel. If I do not, I am afraid it will spell disaster for us all. The old families are at each others throats over whose family was the first to be born. They are turning hunters into warriors and tools meant to help provide into weapons that will cause naught but suffering. If anything, the Creator would want us to stop this from happening." He sighed as he looked off into the distance.


Orpel just stood, try to read his brother's emotions. He was different after the experience. Much more different. He was willing to go up to the oldest families and tell them of such revelations without fear. One could only wonder how he was not afraid. "Brother, at least for yourself over anything else, please just call him the First Father when you speak to them."


The young priest just shook his head. "No, when the He shared his vision with me, he told me not to call him such names anymore. He is not a father, He is a Creator. Everything that ever was and will be is shaped by him, created by His will. And when he created the first humans, it wasn't an entire family that claims the lineage, but one man, and then a woman from which we all descend. He made us to worship him, as well as to Create. He gave us this ability, this drive to imagine and build things that have never before existed. In this way, he created man in his own image, for we of all his magnificent creations are the only ones that can create. He would abhor the act of our senseless destruction of each other, and so that is why I must go and speak to not only the old families, but to every man, woman, and child. I must help to save them."


Opel was solemn as his brother finished up his speech, leaving him enraptured at what had just been revealed to him. Such passion could only be true, and he saw no stopping his brother in his quest. His brother handed him several skins, each with words dyed onto their surface. He knew what he was trying to say. If he didn't come back, he would need to spread the truth. "Goodbye my brother. Goodbye Agyei."

 

[Kanuut]

I'm a bit tired right now, so you can either write how this works yourself or I'll put another post for it tomorrow. Here's what your cultures have done:

Spoiler

"Rooks[/b]"]Have obsidian, boats are now better (again), religion is more advanced. Haven't tamed wolves yet (far from it) but have managed to get some to stay around their villages (they eat scraps and offcuts from animals), Better houses





Brutii[/b]"]Have boats in which fishermen can head out a few hundred meters, well in sight of the shore, more raft than boat really, buildings are slightly stronger as the "engineers" begin to develop bricks by breaking off the extreme variances in rocks (not proper bricks but the largest lumps are gone)





Buuan[/b]"]The trading with the Rook tribe begins to evolve into a friendship between the people, they are more trustful of each other and this allows the Buuan to learn some of the Rook boat building skill. (this is also the cause of the Rooks better houses)


Looks like Italy will be the first powerhouse, and probably the first warzone

 

[Spacekitty]

The Rich Elder, Max, looks smugly at his new home. His new home is the first house to have stone walls, which are reinforced by wood. He is sure the other elders will be jealous.


He turns to the "engineer" who made it possible, by chipping extreme bits of the rocks off;


"Thank you, your fine work has surely pleases Christian!". The young man beams and enthusiastically thanks the Elder.


The Elder then turns to the engineer who failed to recreate "Roman Concrete";


"And you, your failure has displeased our God, you shall fight in the "arena" every day for the rest of your short life as punishment!"


The young man gasps and begs for mercy, but the Elder will hear nothing of it. The young man is dragged away by 2 "warriors"


In Christian's shore, fisherman are enjoying their new "boats" which allow them to travel out farther and het bigger fish. The man who invited them, Marconi, was made an honorary Elder for his great wisdom.


Sadly the ambitious farmer fails to.domesticate livestock, and the problem.continues in Rome.

 

[Spacekitty]

---- what my people do now ----


Content with the new boats, the people.of the costal villages do nothing to attempt and improve their boats. The short term effects of their.new boats seem to them as permanent benefits, as the never before fished deeper shores are rich in fish.


But I'm the village a Rome, population growth is slowing die to the lack.of game and a stagnate amount of wheat being produced. The village Elders gather in the meeting hut to discuss the matter


"We need more farms!" One Elder says adamantly. "Who will run these farms? We have barely enough to run our current farms!". Another trplies. "Make some of the "gladiators" farmers!". The first quickly replies


The other Elders gasp at this. "Blasphemy! Do you wish to anger Christian?".


The first elder looks around quickly and then stares at the floor. "I- I'm sorry. Please forgive me". The Elders gkre angrily at the first, then continue to discuss what to do. Eventually a decision is made


. They had heard of a farmer who attempted to "tame" the wold cows. The Elder decide that they will have everyone in the village attempt this.


In the arena in Christian's shore, Anthony grasps his obsidian point spear tightly, he HAS to win. He had heard that the Elders were.not going to let the loser live. Anthony stared defiantly at his competitor, who was the renown champion of the arena. Christian lunged his spear at the champions chest, who swiveled the side and.slapped Anthony's spear down. Anthony stumbled forward and landed face down on the ground, much to the amusement of the crowd. Anthony quickly got up and turns to face the champion, who was charging at him. In a last ditchffprt to save himself, Anthony hurled his spear at the champion. The stear ripped into the mans stomach, who stopped his charged and stared ludicrously at the spear. The champion fell to his knees and slumped forward, pushing the spear farther through him. Anthony had won. The Elders and crowd enthusiastically cheered, they had never seem such a thing before!


Latter that day Anthony was in the woods, practicing throwing his spear, along with several.fighters who had witnessed it. Together they would perfect the throwing spear.


-Large scale effort to domesticate livestock


-Decent but determined effort to create primitive throwing spears

 

[SpiralErrant]

"What you got there, M'love?" The mama of the caravan asked, leaning over her daughter as the two nestled together in the corner of the tent. The Sengmyr had been slowly making their way west, this map project had slowed down their particular caravan so they were bringing up the rear what with their portion of the scouts constantly stopping and starting to look over the land and the ways they'd came. It was all very strange to her and, frankly, seemed like a waste of time but the pictures and marks had helped them in some little ways.


"Just touching up the latest batch of skins." Her daughter chirped as she gently kneaded away at the thick roll of leather parchment on her lap. The weather could be cruel to the black mixture they used to draw out the maps, threatening to make it blur and sink into the the leather in all the worst ways. The stuff smelled bad enough at the best of times. "See I've been adding my own little touches to the runes the scouts put on them."


The young woman went on to explain the meaning behind her drawing. The scouts used the good luck symbol to mark a route as safe and good for travel but she'd gone a step further, not just marking bad paths but adding details to the good ones. If a way was good in summer, if the earth became too thick with mud after a rain or if predators were known to prowl an area. That simple little mark had undergone some serious development since its humble beginning for keeping out bad spirits. The scouts had even started adding their own touches once they realised how useful it could be and how they could show off their own knowledge. People were getting excited about these simple drawings, adding more details and seeing if they could get the look of some landmarks just right.


It was going a lot better than that poor scheme to catch the wolves that stalked the caravan's sheep. Not that folks were giving up on that either.


=================================================================================================================================================


Far from the caravans, in wilds of the forest, a matriarch stood before an ancient tree. Despite her age and brittle bones she had rode out with her children, leading them to this silent grove. She had demanded a horse so she might ride out alone, they had pleaded with her to reconsider but they could not deny her, given her position.


So they stood and watched her as she marvelled at what, to them, looked like any other tree. Large and verdant as it was, with roots so thick and strong that they roamed through the Grove like snakes.


But she knew better. There was power here, clear to see. A spirit rode the wind and whispered of it to her. Lesser things danced through this place unseen like leaves on the breeze, rejoicing for her arrival.


And now she knew why. This was where their master slept, a grand spirit as the Sengmyr called them. Beings old and unknowable. And this could be her chance, through falling leaves and twisting roots and groaning trunks she could gleam its wisdom from the silent tongue that the things of the earth spoke!


For the good of her caravan. Or herself.

Spoiler

Actions: Further improve map tech. Note the detailed runes lay the foundation for what will become the Sengmyr written language. That project isn't even near starting yet, I'm just laying the seeds lore wise so it doesn't come out of nowhere.


Canine domestication - Ongoing.


Knowledge of the grove - attempting to get into early magic. Not sure how it'll work but happy to talk through any and all ideas with the gm.


The Sengmyr continue to head west.

 

[creepingShade]

A band of Archon hunters return to Luim Camp under the light of the full moon. The camp is deep into their revelry by the time the hunters get back, and they only get louder when they see a successful bounty. They have killed a devil-beast, and are dragging the bull behind them, as well as some deer and small game. When the shamans see the bull, they silence the crowd and take the beast to a bonfire in the center of the camp. The shamans begin chanting as they sever the head from the body and then toss the head into the fire, and the camp begins cheering and whooping once again.


"A devil-beast? Moon Spirit Luna will be pleased, and our bellies will be full." The High Shaman smiles as he watches his initiates lead the celebration. "Aye." The Archon Chief nods and agreement, with a small look of pride. "Damn thing nearly skewed Ged, but we beat it down. Someone found a sharp rock, cut its neck open like one of your rituals. Maybe we could stick one on a spear, kill devil-beasts faster."


A few days after the full moon, the camp begins moving south.

 

[AlphaDraco]

(Sorry for the brief overview. Will post better stuff tomorrow.)


The village of Rivermore continues in there effort to domesticate deer, boars, hares, ground quail, and wolves. The wolves have been attacking livestock significantly less since the town has started feeding them scraps.


A man in Ashfall is discovering that pumice has several uses. When dirty water is poured through, it comes out clean. When rubbed against hands and other body parts, it removes the filth better than anything before.


The priests at Agyei's Valley, formally Argus Valley, spend time either meditating to try and gain a vision or inspiration from the Creator, or trying to create something new, whether art or a new tool. The also spend at least an hour a day giving prayers to the Creator. This is all in order to follow His instructions to create.


Founder's Rock is focused on trying to build better boats, this time by an idea to somehow harness the wind, that way they would be able to travel faster and with less man power.


The Torch has become a full fledged village, with a couple hundred Rooks living there. Trade is increasing, and one of the priests is being sent to inquire about trade of information. The Buaan would help to domesticate animals, as the Rook have been having trouble, and the Rook would help to teach them cultivation.

 

[Kanuut]

The horizon darkens into a thick band of swirling black and grey, the waves soon rise higher and higher as the vortex of darkness draws nearer, fishermen in their small crafts retreat to the shore, hunters return empty handed as the beasts of the land hide, the sky is silent of bird calls.

Spoiler

All coastal civs roll 1d3


All other civs roll 1d1


if a 1 is rolled you are safe from the storm


The Rook village now known as Agyei's valley, following their beliefs, explore all manor of creations. This results in a new class of priests dedicated to creation, these are the first of a craftsman class, woodworkers and tool makers who do so with the intention of creation rather than personal use. A fisherman sailing between the Torch and Flounder's Rock notices that a strong wind pushes his boat sideways through the water, he tells of this to his sons, who tell of this to their sons. The fisherman is delighted to see his youngest grandson show him his boat which moves without oars. It is slow and unwieldy however, and would take many more years before it is expanded into something of use beyond a curiosity.


The Archon tribe attempt to use the sharp rocks to slay the devil beasts, initially by splitting the tips of their spears and pushing a rock into it. This fails remarkably and the idea soon falls into idle curiosity, a shaman, years after the idea was considered a failure dreams of a way to bind the rock with great success, soon all hunters use these improved spears.


A Sengmyr matriarch finds what she believes to be a site of extreme significance. She brings her caravan to it each year after the cold seasons. The people of the caravan begin experiencing good luck, whilst it is truly unknowable if this was related or not they attribute it to it and the site spreads through the people as a place of fortune and peace.





Foreword: I'll be doing these every so often to explicitly state your advances, to avoid confusion.


The Rooks now have primitive sail and the quality of common tools has improved.


The Archons has cord to bind things with and better spears using sharp rocks


The Sengmyr have a more advanced religion and what may be a glimpse at arcane power.

 

[Kanuut]

Spoiler

Only do this if you are hit


roll 1d10 to assess the damage, obviously 10 is mass destruction and 1 is mearly a major storm.


The storm takes 3 weeks to cross the Italian landmass. write the damage in whatever would logically occur with your civ.

 

[Spacekitty]

((moved down here to be below ur post, just so its easier to read the chain of events))


-Continue Large Scale Effort to domesticate basic livestock


-Gladiators continue to try and make their spears good for throwing


The Elders of the city of Rome gather in the meeting house. They are concerned over their failed domestication efforts, but they are far from giving up. It is quickly decided a more sophisticated plan is needed. They decide that they will have the young men of the village build a large sturdy fence of rock in wood to enclose a large grassy area with a single large gate of wood they can move in and out of position. The young men will then drive basic livestock like cows and pigs into the pasture. They will then feed the animals and take care of them. And slaughter them when needed.


The gladiators are frustrated by the lack of success. Some give up, but the smartest of them are determined. They study Anthony's spear to see what makes it throw so well. They notice how it is straight. It doesn't have knobs and curves. They notice how the obsidian point isn't as large and heavy. They notice how it feels more balanced in their hands. Armed with this knowledge, they use their obsidian knives to try and carve/create throwing spears.


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[Spacekitty]

Elder Marcus of "Christian's Shore" stairs out into the sea. In the distance he says a blanket of dark clouds, distant rain and lightning. "That's one big storm..." he thought to himself as it approached


((in rush mode so sorry for short post))


-A few farms lose the harvest


-The pasture is damaged a little, but as it was still under construction the consequences are minimal


-multiple houses still made of wood and hide are destroyed

 

[SpiralErrant]

The cold seasons had well and truly set in. All around the world was covered in crisp white snow. But as pretty as it was the damn stuff was causing the Sengmyr no end of grief, soaking through their simple clothes and filling them with a cold that could sink into a man's bones. They had endured winters countless times before but that didn't make it any less miserable. Especially out here on the open plains.


What made matters worse was the dark shapes on the horizon. The wolves had grown bolder as of late. In the Sengmyr's wake was not just tracks of those that passed... but those that were left behind. Splashes of crimson decorated mounds of pure white where animals had been taken in the night and their remains left to freeze. High pitched howls could be heard in the distant dark and went on to haunt their children's dreams.


The final straw came when a young shepherd was hurt trying to defend his flock. He was not the first to be hurt this way and help quickly arrived to chase the wolves off with sticks, but the young boy did not survive his wounds.


Tired, cold and hungry, the caravans were set to snap. "Enough of this!" The wise women decreed.


Something had to be done. The taming of the wolves had been a total failure and brought this misfortune upon them, or so was their decision. The tribe needed to defend itself or else they would not survive the cold seasons. So word was spread out, whoever could find a way to defend the tribe and slay the beasts would be honoured among the Sengmyr and given charge of their own caravan, be they woman or man.


That put the Sengmyr in uproar and shook them from their misery as young blood ran hot once more. Everyone set their hands to work, even if they had never hunted before.


Soon two schools of thought emerged as the leaders. Some wanted to make better weapons, something with more bite than thrown stones and sharpened sticks. Others looked to their animals still and believed they could train the horses to be bolder in fights, using their great strength and speed to scatter any predator before them.


Some thought... why not both?

Spoiler

Actions: Wolf domestication project scrapped.


All able bodied folk in the tribe are looking for ways to better defend themselves. Either by making better hunting tools or by better training their horses.

 

[AlphaDraco]

Rivermore:


Pyrus had come done far this south before only a few times before, and each time the strange plant intrigued him. He had volunteered to go scout out the coming storm, which had begun to move in with a ferocity, but in truth, he had also wanted to see the plants again. The plants flourished near the river, occupying most of the banks. Its tall, green stems ending with needle thin fronds that hung off of it like hair. There were no other plants like it anywhere else on the island.


Looking up to the sky and seeing the rumbling clouds off in the distance, which were sure to cause one heck of a storm, he turned to leave. However, something stopped him in his tracks and a thought flew through his mind. Why not bring several of the plants back and plant them alongside the streams and ponds of Rivermore? He couldn't believe how he hadn't thought of that before, he quickly brought out his knife and cut several of the plants at the base before putting them over his back. Not only would he get to warn his people of the coming storm, he would be able to show people grow this magnificent plant. Perhaps it would have new uses, things that have not been made before. Of course, there was no name for the plant, as of tradition he would get to name it, and why not after himself? That was it, he would call it Plant of Pyrus, or shorter, Papyrus.





Agyei's Valley:


The priest hurried along with several of his peers. They had all heard what had happened. A new creation had been found, one that would open up an entire new channel for discoveries and creation. And it was made by a woman, young girl even. While the womenfolk were expected to create in the worship of Creator, usually the birth o child and workings of fur was enough. This girl had managed to make something entirely new.


The priests found her already surrounded by a crowd in observing her invention in awe. Even before they could see it, they could here the new objects sound echoing out to them in a delightful rhythm, like soft thunder singing. The priests were able to gain entrance to see the young woman, spying the hollowed out wood log with a animal skin held tightly across it. As she tapped on the skin, the object reverberated and let out the pleasurable sound and rhythm. The group of priest all new what this would mean, they were not only witnessing a new area of study and invention, but they were also in the presence of the first priestess.

Spoiler

Actions: Continue domestication of animals


Discovery of Papyrus and drums


Priestess is now a religious position


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[AlphaDraco]

The storm raged and caused destruction across the island. Many small villages were broken apart by the winds and rain. Hundreds died. Rivermore was hit hard, but had managed to survive with over half of its buildings intact, thanks to the use of stone buildings.. Founder's Rock and The Torch were hit the hardest, yet most of their buildings were still intact thanks to close contact with the Buaan giving these two the majority of stone buildings of the Rook Tribe. However, most of the larger boats were destroyed in the docks, while the smaller ones were mostly safe inside of the stone storage houses. This would have a negative effect with fishing and trade between the Buaan and Rook tribe, as it would take most of a generation to rebuild what was lost. The Torch would remain mostly isolated during this time.


While many villages lost nearly everything, there were portions of the island that were relatively safe. Agyei's Valley and many other villages within the mountain range were spared the worst of the storm and took in those who where displaced till they could rebuild. Ashfall was relatively safe as well, the sheer size of the mountain it hides behind blocking and diverting the worst of the storm. However, a few buildings did suffer trauma and collapse from massive quantities of ash thickened water and rocks smashing into them, though these were the ones closest to the base of the mountain. Many would look upon this time as the worst thing to happen to the Rook people.

 

[creepingShade]

For the next few years, there is bickering between the Archon and Lunat clans over who invented the stone spear head. The Archons claim one of their chiefs had the idea, and the Lunats say one of their shamans dreamed it up. Fortunately, it never escalates to anything beyond talk and people forget about the issue once they realize the usefulness for hunting.


Some time later, the small Durn camp has stopped under the cover of a forest to escape the rain. A minor annoyance. However, curiosity leads the camp to send a group of scouts out to explore, and are particularly interested in any caves or caverns to be found. They could make good temporary homes for the Tribe during the cold seasons.


Meanwhile, to the north, the Lunat High Shaman and Archon Chief are collaborating on a plan to create a more permanent settlement, a hub of sorts for the wandering bands to fall back on if they need to. Several huts have already been erected and shamans are moving between them to make prayer to Moon Spirit Luna and paint crude depictions of the moon on the walls in ash for good luck. The village shall be named Full Moon.

Spoiler

-Explore forest and caves


-Construction of the first village started


-Minor protection magic attempted

 

[Lord Bradorian]

The City of Buaan


In The City of Buaan, the streets are filled with angered Civilians. The new Leader has made his final Reform, some say. He has made the reform that half of all Goods must be given to the Chief for trade with The Rook Tribe! Armed Dissidents have taken to the Roads, pillaging Loyalist Huts and looting Stockpiles. The City of Buaan's Town Guard has declared The City of Buaan has rebelled, and they are indiscriminately willing Rebels. There were maybe 200 Town Guard, and over 400 Rebels. The City of Buaan has also called for help from their smaller Villages. To make this worse, a storm is coming.


"Down with Chief Lars Aug!" Jeerio yelled, throwing his Torch into a large Hut that held eight Town Guard, other Villagers doing the same, and after a few more torches, the screams of the Town Guard could be heard. Jeerio and four other Villagers sprinted up the road to join a Skirmish taking place between the Town Guard and The Rebels, sounding a battle cry. The Skirmishers continued fighting as the additional Villagers charged into Battle.


The Villages of Noikan, Damascin, and Venal


In The Villages of Buaan, The Village was in a hurry. The Leaders of the Villages begun conscripting Warriors to be sent to Buaan to help with the Rebellion - But not on Chief Lars Aug's side. They wished to help The Rebels. The Village of Noikan conscripted 118, The Village of Venal, 62, and The Village of Damascin, 220. This brought Rebel Forces to 800 strong. As The Village Rebels charged through the open Gates of The City of Buaan, The Battle of Buaan came to a close. Within eight hours, the Tribes of Buaan were under a new Leader.


After the Battle of The City of Buaan, The New leader decides to increase Trade with the Rook Tribe, now exchanging their more advanced weapons for high quality food. This is when the storm comes.





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[Lord Bradorian]

The Storm rolls over, and as The City of Buaan and its Villages shelter down, they realize that the Storm does not fall amongst them. A gift from the Gods! Because of this, The Tribes of Buaan hold a one week Holiday, even naming it "The Sky Day."

 

[Kanuut]

The great storm rolls over the land, death and destruction in its wake, but leaving behind gifts beyond comprehension. The people of the world see great power in the dark, racing clouds and the land flourishes in its wake.


The second age has begun


Over time the Sengmyr found more places of spiritual significance, but none held the tranquil decadence of the the great tree.


The spark of divinity formed by the belief of many people, strengthened by the power of the land, began to grow in solitude below the tree, the Old Man of the Tree slumbers beneath the mother-tree, whos gifts are plentiful and bring health to those who respect her and her slumbering lord, but bring only sorrow and death to those who show greed and disrepect.


The endless slaughter in the Brutii arena has given birth to the great being 'Christian', merciless and demanding of his subjects, he grants his followers every chance to succeed but they must harness these chances with their own strength. Born of blood spilt through violence, he knows not mercy to those who haven't proven themselves worthy. He finds amusement in in giving inspiration to his champions, though they must rely on their own strength and merit to enact his will.


The nomads of the Hellemond tribe see a red shadow cover the moon, that night their shamans hear whispers in a language more ancient then the valley they inhabit, their belief grants them an understanding of this language and they begin a new tradition, each eclipse they will perform a ritual of mighty importance and sacrifice the most impressive beast they can hunt, this will appease the moon spirit who will offer guidance to those who offer the most impressive beast.


The Rook people, following the great storm, look up at the ash mountain and see that it has begun to smoke. The dark ash that falls from this smoke is followed by a roar that is heard around the island and what must be demon fire spewed forth from the depths of the Earth, thanks to the intervention of the creator noone is hurt in this and the ash mountain spreads fertile ash over the land, the Rook people experience a bountiful harvest for many years. It is found, however, that the head of the priests passed away that night, the ash mountain erupts again many years later, a powerful display following the death of the new head priest.


The Buaan see their various gods embodied in the clouds of the storm, their fighting between themselves causing destruction over the lands of those who disbelieve, this is followed by an unprecedented unity between the religions of the Buaan.

Spoiler

The Sengmyr find that those who are blessed by the greatest fruits of the mother-tree are able to live closer to nature, these men and women are better able to comprehend the wills of animals and to express their commands. (Better horse training to about 5% of the population, this grows to 10% over the next generation)


The Buaan begin a new holiday in honour of their gods, during this week their religious leaders find themselves able to bless their people with lesser aspects of their gods (EG Damascin warriors are blessed with slight increase of strength for the week) this is seen as a sign the new leader is granted power by the gods, his bloodline is held in high respect, the first line of kings has come


The Rooks find that with their new bountiful harvest that the domestication of animals is easier as they have more food to feed them, thus they have domesticated cows and pigs.

 

[Spacekitty]

As the Brutti people exit their homes the morni following the storm, they are awed by the raw power. Stone homes have been destroyed and some people have even been killed. Some say Christian has sparred them while some believe Christian is angry with them and sent the storm as a warning. Elders and the young alike argue among themselves as to who is right, the arguement seems to of reached a stalemate until the lead Elder in support of being sparred is stuck down by an unknown disease.


The Brutii people.see this as a.sign that the god is angry with them. People initially panic, but the Elders soon clam them down. The Elders of all the Brutto villages gather in Rome for a massive meeting, one unlike ever seen before. What could of angered their god? They wonder. Could it be their taming of animals? No, it could, for Christian created them for that purpose. Wh then was it? They thought. The arena fights... Yes... It must be they thought. For centuries the arena fights had been fought with the same weapons, fist and spear. Their God must have grown tired of the repetitive battles. The Elders quickly concluded that a new, awe inspiring weapon must be created to please their god. But no Elder knew what weapon they could possibly make.


Until one day, a group of Elders walking through the forest came on two youngsters trying make.throwing spears. That's it they thought. It was quickly.decided that they must order all gladiators and all craftsmen to help in the invention of the spear. They question the youngsters who have been working on making such a tool for decades. They learn that the sear must be perfectly straight, shorter than thrusting spears, and feature a longer point rate than a broad point. They also.learn that to throw a spear you must use the right technique. Armed with this knowledge hundreds gather to take part in the desperate and determined effort to please their god.


Mean while, the inhabitants of a small river side village gather to see what a young artist has created. It is a small wooden carving of a figure, Christian they assume. The Elders are pleased by this and reward the artist. News of his carving spreads across the land, and other artists begin to carve as well. Some Artist take it a step further, trying to create bowls and other art works out of "hard mud" (clay) that is found in rivers and in some areas of the ground.


In "Christians rock" the inhabitants are stunned to discover that their small arena (a circular half way of stones) had collapsed during the storm. The Elders are alarmed. Such a thing could invoke the wrath of their god. They quickly and adamantly decide it would never happen again. They order all the cities stone carvers to improve their cutting techniques so the stones for together better.


-Massive effort to invent throwing spears to please their god


-Artists try to make pottery out of clay


-The mountain side city of "Christians Rock" orders their Stone Carvers to improve the rock carving techniques