Alien Civs - In Character

by **Harkback Union** » Sat Mar 28, 2015 5:03 pm

OOC

Cycle Form:

CURRENT ERA:

II.
ANTIQUE

The planet.

Sentient life across the globe has made the first steps towards civilization.

Rules Changes:

1.Civilian Goods/commodity to health conversion Rate Changed to: 2 Civilian Goods => 1 health.
2.Fishing wharfs may employ 2 population
3.Each warband can pillage 1 construction during the movement phase of the cycle if they are in a "friendly" territory (meaning that you either conquered the place or you owned it from the start or you are friends with the owner and he allowed the pillage). Additionally, 1 construction can be freely destroyed each cycle in each region by it's owner.
4.For the second era, Every RL day, the clock of time advances by 2 Cycles. If you missed out a day, have no fear, You can post what you did on the days you missed later.
5. All Era 1 techs now take up 0.5 Knowledge capacity.

Paste Eras:
Dawn - 9 Cycles in total.

Base income for regions:
3 Food 1 Raw Material In rainlands
2 Food 2 Raw Materials in Treelands
1 Food 2 Raw Materials in Coldlands, Swamps, Highlands and Windlands
1 Food, 1 Raw Material, 1 Spice in Deserts.
2 Food and 1 raw materials in Icelands
0 Food, 2 Raw Materials, 2 Dust from Firelands
If you have a Capital in Coldlands, Swamps, Highlands, Windlands or Deserts, you also get a base income of 1 culture (only from the capital region.)

The Constructions buildable from the start are:

-Village.
Cost: 2 Raw Materials 2 Manpower. Takes up 1 space. Provides Living space for 3 population. You start with a free village.

-Warband Camp.
Costs: 2 Raw Materials, 2 manpower. Takes up 1 space. Allows you to train 1 population into 1 pre-gunpowder warband each cycle. Supports up to 3 pre-gunpowder warbands. Can always train Militia warbands that need no warband weapons (they are free).

-Cave.
Costs: 2 Manpower. Takes up 1 space. The cave stores 5 anything.

The Warbands trainable from the start are:

-Militia:
Costs: None (just 1 population)
Trained in: Warband Camp
Strength: 1 Strength.
Speed: 1 Region per cycle.
Special: none.

ERA I TECHS
take up 0.5 knowledge cap each!

Metal Working (2 T) - Unlocks workshops (costs 5 Manpower and 3 Raw Materials. Takes up 1 space). Workshops allow you to produce All sorts of things with your population, provided that you have any techs that unlocked something useful to produce. Only one Population can work here at once to produce 1 product each cycle.

Mining (2 T) - Unlocks Mines (8 Manpower, 1 Raw Material, 1 space). Mines allow you to extract 1 Raw material for 2 Manpower or 2 Raw Materials for 4 Manpower each cycle.

Weapons (3 T) - Unlocks production of spearman Warband Equipment (2 Raw Materials) in workshops. Spearman have base 2 Strength + 1 Strength against cavalry. They may move 1 region each cycle and are trained in Warband Camps.
SPEARMAN ARE NOT THE SAME AS PIKEMAN!

Agriculture (2 T) - Unlocks Gardens (3 Manpower, 1 Raw Materials, 1 Space). You can assign 2 Population to each garden. These populations won't generate manpower. There, They will produce 1 food each + 1 more food (for a total of 3) if you have all 2 slots filled.

Artisans (2 T) - Unlocks civilian goods production in workshops. Each "civilian goods" takes 2 Raw materials to make. Your society gains one health for every 2 civilian product it recieves.

Writing (4 T) - Unlocks Scriptoriums (costs 10 Manpower, 3 Raw Materials, 1 Space each.). + 3 Knowledge capacity. Requires 1 population to run the place (again, pop assigned to buildings won't generate manpower).

Sailing (5 T) - Unlocks ship production in workshops (2 Raw material each) and Port construction (10 manpower, 4 raw material). Ships and Ports can only be built in coastal regions of any climate and swamp regions. Ports allow you to combine 3 ships and to form an "Early Transport fleet". Early Transport fleets can establish 1 water trade route (or colony route) or transport 2 warbands 2 Regions along shorelines. When used to create a trade route, The fleet consumes 1 manpower each turn. Early transports can never go more then 4 Regions away from their home port.

Fishing (2 T) - Unlocks Fishing Wharf construction (6 Manpower, 2 Raw Material, 1 Ship). At the Wharf, 1 unit of population can work to harvest 2 food! or 2 population can harvest 4 food. Can only be built on coastal, Iceland and swamp regions..

Animal Housbandry (3 T) - Unlocks Cavalry Warbands (1 cavalry equipment) and production of cavalry equipment in workshops (2 Food, 2 Raw Materials). Cavalry has 3 Strength and can choose to abandon battles even if it moved during the cycle in which the battle takes place. Has 2 moves each cycle.

Masonry (6 T) - Allows upgrade of villages to towns (2 manpower, 2 raw materials). Towns provide living space for 5. Also allows construction of Walls (10 DS to your region. Warbands can't pass through without owner's consent. Costs 5 Manpower and 4 Raw Materials. Cost 1 manpower to repair 5 DS damage.). Allows construction of Shrines (2 Manpower, 1 Raw material.). In shrines, 1 Population may work to generate 1 Culture.

ERA II TECHS

Crop rotation (6 T) - Allows merger of 2 gardens into a farm (costs 2 Manpower) and construction of farms. Farms allow 4 population to grow crops. Each population working here produces +2 Food.

Archery (6 T) - Allows crafting of archer equipment on workshops (1 Workshop for a cycle + 1 Pop for a cycle + 1 Raw materials = 1 archer equipment). Also allows training archers in warband camps. Archers have 1 Strength. They can attack from behind fortifications and if they are defeated in battle by a melee infantry warband (spearman, swordsman), they resurrect in a neraby friendly region, if such exist. They move 1 region per cycle.

Engineering (15 T REQUIRES Masonry and Metal working) - Allows for a lot of things
- Upgrading towns into cities (costs 25 manpower, 10 Raw materials). Cities provide living space for 20 population but reduce health by 2 per cycle and order by 2 per cycle. Adds 10 DS to the region. Space need of cities is 2!
- Construction of roads (5 manpower, 1 raw material, takes up 0 space). Roads allow for land trade routes and all warbands ending their moves in a region with roads (or roads and ports) connected to the capital recover 1 Strength or 1 Defensive strength.
- Construction of Forts (12 Manpower, 4 Raw materials, 1 space). 5 units can be garrisoned inside each fort (those warbands will be shielded from attack until the form is destroyed. Only ranged units can attack from within forts.) Has 25 DS.
- Construction of Sewers (5 Manpower, 2 Raw Materials, 0 Space). Max 1 sewer for each city. Sewers add +1 Health per cycle.

- Education - (12 T, Requires Writing and useless without engineering) - Allows you to build Academies (15 Manpower, 5 Raw mat, 1 space) or Upgrade Scriptoriums to academies (6 Manpower, 2 Raw mat). Max 1 academy per each City. Academies may employ 1 Population to increase knowledge capacity by 5 and generate either 1 thought or 2 culture.

- Metal Casting - (9 T, Requires metal working) - Allows crafting swordsman equipment in workshops (cost 2 raw mat each) and training of swordsman warbands in warband camps (4 Strength, 1 movement). Also increases room in each mine by 50% so that 6 manpower may be invested to gain 3 raw materials.

- Commerce - (9 T, Requires artisans, animal housbandry and writing.) - Unlocks crafting "trade caravans in workshops (1 Raw mat, 1 Food). Caravans can establish a Trade route between 2 regions connected by road. They consume 1 Manpower each cycle when they run the trade route. Trade routes cannot go further then 4 regions, unless 2 caravans are combined to form a long trade route (same trade capacity as regular trade route but have a range of

. Commerce also allows you to make money in workshops (1 raw materials => 10 money). You can name your money whatever you want and use it when trading with other civs. Finally, Commerce lets you build storehouses (costs 5 Manpower, 4 Raw materials, 1 space. Storehouses allow storage of 25 things)

WORK IN PROGRESS

THE. HOLY. RULEBOOK.
Consult often

ERAS AND CYCLES

GENETIC EVOLUTION

-Musical Flair: +2 Culture Each cycle
-Stormborn: +1 Constitution.
-Wings: increase movement for all non-mechanized units with a movement 1 to movement 2. Also allow warbands to fly over small gaps of water

SOCIAL EVOLUTION

CIVILIZATION

This is the most important part. Has sub sections:

What to keep track of:

Resources and goods are counted in units. Each unit amount for... some of the stuff. They may get accumulated if you have storage capacity and can be traded if you have trade routes.

The Regions, Expansion Population growth, Manpower, Thought, Culture, Construction and Research:

Battle!

Example battle, The Battle of Fort Brotherhood in Rainlands.

Trade, Tech leaking, Naval Movement, Exploration, Wonders, Culture, Civilian Goods

Collaborators:
Jute, Scientiam, Jack O Land,

Co-ops:
Too numerous to list.

by **The Flame Dawn** » Sat Mar 28, 2015 6:30 pm

by **G-Tech Corporation** » Sat Mar 28, 2015 6:54 pm

Thunder-Walks meandered across the ashlands, his footfalls disturbing clouds of the lightly blowing gray specks that were emblematic of his home. His own body was black and soot-streaked from many storms, hard rock and softer sand the sinews and muscles of the Malleator. For many nights and days he had journeyed, but Father Sky had always been kind, the warmth of his embrace encouragement to the mountain as it rolled along on limbs like the bones of the land below. Here the blasted heath came upon a region of wind and storm, and the air had the faintest hint of salt upon its breezes. Cracks of ancient turmoil scarred the face of the region with yawning abysses, and hardy trees grew here, the strange rock-that-lived which was so uncommon in the wastes of Thunder-Walks' home. Moving coal too comprised this region, scattering before the steps of the giant- the light above was slightly colder here, but Thunder-Walks core was as warm as the inferno of the open desert, for in his weft and weave energy lay indolent; even here the enfolding embrace of the earth's blood was strong and secure, a blanket to keep back the walls of chill.

Into the windlands he walked, the pattern of his mind a curious thing to roam so far from the heat of the first home.

by **Excidium Planetis** » Sat Mar 28, 2015 7:25 pm

Expavidus, Might of the Northeastern Windlands

Expavidus was a young civilization, only recently formed by the Tenoras. The village of Domus had been completed, along with a cavern for training Expavidian Battle Claws. Not that they had any time to train war bands yet. Their population was small, a disease or attack could easily wipe them out. They needed to expand!

"Burrowers, expand the two caverns on the Western side of the village. We need somewhere to keep all the stone we've been mining." Chief Torati ordered the diggers who were responsible for building Domus. "After that, we have a plan the council of Elders came up with: Going into the canyon to forage is too dangerous. We'll just take some plants from there, and grow them up high on the canyon walls, in open caves."

The burrowers agreed, and went to their tasks.

by **Vengeful Queen Chryssi** » Sat Mar 28, 2015 9:13 pm

The Hunt had begun. All the Warriors were ready. Eager. Anxious. Struen Spry stood at their front, his massive chest barely moving as he breathed. Durgor Awar, his second in command came to his side. His subtle nod told Struen they were ready. Struen nodded back and got down on all fours, arching his back and then letting out a long loud howl into the cold air of the night, to which the Tribe responded with their own howls. They were definitely ready.

The Tribe tore off into the hills, what little trees there were acting as look out posts for the smaller Warriors who climbed them. Struen barked two times to the right and once to the left. He wanted two Warriors on the right to break off and one on the left. The prey was close and he needed to funnel it's escape, if by some miraculous way it was able to escape at all. As they cleared the top of the hill, they saw their prey down below. A large herd of deer like creatures. The Hexenbluts called them Gurentarqs. Struen saw the one he wanted for the Tribe. The lead male. The largest and most dangerous, with massive antlers and strong legs. The Gurentarqs already looked anxious. Most likely from the howls. Struen nodded to Durgor. Move in.

Struen and Durgor led their small pack of Warriors down the hill as the moonlight faded behind a cloud. They were almost invisible in the darkness. The Gurentarqs hadn't seen the pack yet. The pack had learned to keep their heads low and their eyes closed when moving in. Relying on sound and smell as their glowing eyes gave them away. They where right on top of the herd. It was time. Struen and Durgor took off into the herd at breakneck speed, moving in on the lead male with no warning whatsoever. They had him trapped as the rest of the herd ran. Nowhere to go. The male wasn't going down without a fight though, it seemed. He was scraping the ground with his hoof and keeping his head down, ready to charge.
He kept his focus on Struen and Durgor as the rest of the pack moved in behind him. Struen let out a small yip and one if the younger Warriors lept, landing on the male's back, it's neck trapped in the Warrior's jaws. His head bucked back, his antlers missing the Warrior while giving Struen the break in defense he needed to grab the male's shoulders with his claws and bury his teeth in its throat. The male made no sound as it fell. Couldn't.

Another successful hunt. Struen and the rest of the older Warriors and their females would have first bite. Once they had all taken a bite, the others would join in. Struen's mate, carrying their pups in her arms as they suckled her teats, approached him and gave him loving licks on the neck before a small rub of her nose on his. The Tribe would eat their fill tonight.

by **Normandy and Picardy** » Sun Mar 29, 2015 1:08 am

Long ago, so the myths say, the Faulist emerged from the ground, created by the gods to live on this planet. They were, however, separated into groups and would only be as one again when a great hero awoke. The Faulist separated into tribes, travelling around their tundra home. The largest of these was Faus, Tribe of the Lake. They claimed control over the Faulist, but never truly held it. What happened next is detailed in The Epic Of Johasdwy, which has been shortened and translated. (OOC: This rhymes in Faulist)

It had been a long time since then, but still the tale was sung in the Great Hall. Still the Faulist remember that hero, but have no desire for battle anymore, and have grown peaceful in their ways. They still mourn the blood that was spilt and vow never to allow anything similar to happen ever again. The beautiful words filled the ears of Huristjral, who was the leader of the Faulist from Faus. The wind blew bitterly but the fires warmed, and those creatures were used to it, and their hair protected them. He had been taught the tale of Johadswy when he was younger, and could recite the full and complete version of it off by heart. His eyes saw the other little steads, with houses and farmers, and above the music he could here his people live their lives, as they did as simple farming folk.

The Faulist of Faus were prearing for the Rjkliší, in which they fight for the courtship of the females. It happens every 10 years, and all those older than 30 take part, as the Faulist have a long development period and can live for up to 200 years. Some of the elders could even remember Ljú Kjíläkjdíansjsjskiat (The Great Famine). Their hair still remained a dark brown colour, and was still thick. Theirs eyes still gleamed and retained their sight. But they rarely moved, other than to go down to the communal ground during the Rjkliší or up to the Litnej Dvori to talk with the leader of that time. The young ones stood tall, at 6ft 2 Inches, but many stand taller, the largest being 7ft. They still have hooves for feet, but they have grown hand like features, although they only have 3 "fingers". The day had begun, and he would soon be competing for a wife...

by **Jack O Land** » Sun Mar 29, 2015 6:38 am

On the top of Mollen Crag, miles from the sea, miles from a tree, miles from the ground, even, a temple surveys all creation. It was not built, from planks, or bricks. It was not a fabrication of a mortal's presumptuous mind, regurgitated onto flat land without the land's permission. It is formed of one cohesive stone, carved from the peak of the mountain by the labor of the first thousand. This temple comes only from the earth, and as such it is fitting that only it may scrape the clouds, and, from the highest echelons of the temple that reach out of the mist, the Tellkill may rise above the world itself and look past, directly into the heavens.

This is Denshu Temple.

It is not especially ornate; outside of the central sanctum, the walls are not painted, and the floors are not covered. There are no light fixtures, for candles can only be bought from neighbors, and so during the daytime, sunlight flows, omnipresent, through the wide passageways, and during the night time, moonlight is all that is left to interrupt the Tellkill ritual meditation. On holy days, music from the central sanctum dances along the corridors without ceasing, and gyre-hogs are slaughtered and feasted upon. Other days, vinefruit and silver thiss make up the regular meals. Nearly as spartan as their daily meals, Tellkill living quarters are shared by small groups of ten to twelve, and are kept mostly undecorated; occasionally, in more affluent quarters, a lightberry bush or even a fireplace can be found for better illumination, and it is not uncommon for the walls of childrens' quarters to be decorated with their artwork. Beyond this, it is uncommon for the Tellkill to desire tangible wealth. In Denshu Monastery, material effects are merely a distraction from true value; the art of combat.

On the ground floor, surrounding the central sanctum are six arenas for combat training. A Tellkill spends most of their day practicing in the Finest Art, and the most powerful and renowned Tellkill are forces of nature, powers to be reckoned with by all creatures. The greatest fighters, members of the Council, only fight in public on holy days, and it is a spectacle that every Tellkill treasures seeing.

Below the living quarters and combat arenas of Denshu are the workshops, where crafters, growers, and blademasters ply trade. Deep below the others, the blademasters craft the signature Denshu bladestaves, which are both used in combat and sold to outsiders in exchange for common and luxury goods. The Denshu bladestaves are light and sharp, with a wickedly curved obsidian blade. They, along with the mountains they come from, are the reason the Tellkill have never gone to war.

But times are changing, and beyond the mist, armies march and nations rise. Soon, the isolation of Mollen Crag and the prized staves of the blademasters will not be enough to defend the people of Denshu Monastery. The day the warhorns ring and rank and file clash and the rivers run red is the day the Tellkill lose their art forever. The grace of combat is lost in the chaos of war, and yet, war comes.

But the Tellkill are not afraid. Small in number though they are, they are not stupid, and they are not weak. They will not meet the enemy head on. If the enemy will come to them, it will die of asphyxiation or starvation in the mountains. In order to play on the defense, the Tellkill must be there first. They must be ready for when the enemy comes. They will cast a giant net from Denshu to the hinterlands in the south. Already, noble families have departed to make their own monasteries on nearby mountaintops. The Taijic. The Srundki. The Fossa. The Tolendak. One day, there will be a monastery on every peak, and when that day comes, the Tellkill will be ready. When that day comes, the Tellkill will be invincible.

Denshu Mak'thuum passed through the newly-built gardens. His workers had done well. From this, his people would be able to multiply much more quickly than before. Already, vinefruit were beginning to swell, and the sweet scent of the silver thiss had intoxicated the air. The new garden was built on a balcony that ringed the lower layer of the temple, and so it would receive plenty of sun. It was not even half full at the moment. Over the railing, the silver sea glistened in the distance, normally almost invisible due to the clouds that could pass over Denshu for days at a time. This day, nothing stood in the way of Mak'thuum's view, and he saw clear to the horizon. Below him, almost a mile straight down from Mollen Crag, the River Seld rushed to meet the sea, where, along its shore, the last of the villagers were packing their things to make the move to the new temple. Truly, bright times were in store for the Tellkill, and Mak'thuum was proud to be at their head.

by **Ralnis** » Sun Mar 29, 2015 7:33 am

The Tale of Jel and Kigel

The Myr Xan always love to tell their stories. Nothing is more cherished to them is the tale of Jel and Kigel. The Tale of Jel and Kigel is their creation myth and the spread of the Ice Sheets of their species. Every matriarch and mother is obligated to tell the Tale so that they remember their origins and the founding of the Hubris before the first uses of religion were made in the whole of the Myr Xan.

The story goes:

Once upon a time. The moon was at its zenith and the ice blew in harsh tome across the landscape. The first Saplings of the moon came to be sprout up as a died from the harsh wind of the ice near the Saplings. The Saplings latched on the dead animal, trying to save the animal. From this, the first Myr were born as they taken parts of the dead animal and became something new. The Myr at this time were strong and rejuvenated in the moon's glow and the water in the ice. They soon grew in number and called themselves Jel which was called " the older".

The Jel are what all the Myr came to know themselves as and they grew into a village as they built up their people and changed from the first Jel. The Matriarchs have came to know that their children were both rise and grown. However, the Jel soon grew to fast and the children were growing to rebellious and the Matriarchs feared war. So they came up with a decision. The strongest of the Matriarchs and the youngest were to take the new Myr and become a new tribe that was still together with the whole of the young race.

The new tribe became known as the Kigel, or " the younger". They soon built their own village and shared in the glory with the Jel. An alliance was forged and they have started to work together and became the greater Myr Xan in fellowship.

Thus the Tale of Jel and Kigel.

by **Oscalantine** » Sun Mar 29, 2015 8:51 am

Volcanic eruption of Sultare woke the Bersult from its ashen landscape. It rose, seeing the world once aflame cool and clammy. Using one of many hands, the Bersult bent down and scooped the volcanic ash made from the cooled surface. Bringing the ash to itself, the thick, metallic exoskeleton opened up to swarm of pulsating red enlarged-neurons, creating a puff of steam as excess heat met with what little moisture there was in the atmosphere. The innards eagerly took in the volcanic ash, reaching out with its dendrite-like tendrils and sucking in the ash from the hands. The Bersult repeated this feeding habit for several more scoops before standing up straight once more.

Ahead in the foot of Mount Sultare was the large spire which loomed over the distance: the burnt city of Sultarine. In the inferno of heat and brimstone, the silent village may have been haven for almost anyone. However, for Bersults who relied on heat of the inferno of Firelands for sustenance, Sultarine was looking more and more desolate and empty. Sure, the convenience of settlement was there, but need to forage increasingly longer distance from Sultarine was making the burnt city more and more undesirable.

The Bersult walked back to the Center Neural Baton of Sultarine. Inside the settlement, few Bersults were present; many were in the process of bringing volcanic rocks to the area in an attempt to make the settlement here a bit more bearable. That was what was decided on the Congregation last time there was one: to try to bring as much heat to the Sultarine as possible to keep the place neat enough for working, but forage for heat on other places besides Sultarine. However, the Bersult could see that this was becoming increasingly futile. There really was no point in bringing the heat to Sultarine in such small denominations: they needed the heat directly from Mount Sultare. Expansion to Sultarine was needed.

The Bersult walked towards the Central, and reached towards it, the Central’s exoskeleton opened up as the Bersult’s hand also revealed fleshy insides. The dendrite-like tendrils of both Bersult-minors touched one another, and the Bersult was flung into empty void filled with ideas and thoughts.

Mates and fellows of Sultarine, this is Azure. The Bersult began, signifying his authority as order-giver of Sultarine.

Mates and fellows, Sultarine is dying. We are foraging ever so further from the village, and we need a better way to bring heat back to the village. Instead of wasting efforts on brining rocks to the city, let us travel to the very heart of the mountain. Let us create a village in the heart of the molten rocks, and bring new life back to Sultarine.

Finished, Azure removed its hands from the Central and moved towards the steep hills of the Sultare. Others seeing the oddity in Azure’s movements, gathered on the Central to receive what Azure was doing. While Azure was not the only order-giver of Sultarine’s Congregation, he was the first and the wisest. His voices were respected, and at the very least, followed until challenged by younger order-givers. Slowly but surely, Bersults began to follow Azure in the climb towards the top of the Sultare, to bring new life into the village which they called home.

by **The Flame Dawn** » Sun Mar 29, 2015 9:34 am

by **In Gentem Et De Libris Scientiam** » Sun Mar 29, 2015 10:04 am

The ENT stirred in it's sleep. On of it's brain slugs sensed something. It sent a message to the other brain slug, though that one was asleep at that point, taking a moment to wake up. They used their combine brain power to think about what they sensed, and then woke up the ENT with a thought of terror. An [Leaf-eater]! they thought with horror. Their combined horror was enough to wake up the ENT. He stirred from his dreams of pure sunlight and mineral full soil. He opened a wooden eyelid, and saw a Leaf-eater stalk up on him. It stopped and stared at him with it's beaver face upon a deer body, and then started moving forward again. The ENT thought about what to do, with the Brain slugs yelling at him to emit the toxins. Mentally the ENT sighed, and out of specially designed pores leaked toxic neurotoxins. The Leaf eater moved forward through that, getting some of the gas, though it did not realize it would slow it down. The ENT tensed it's muscles, and smashed a branch down, smashing several of the important Leaf eater bones. The ENT continued to kill it, and dragged it closer to him.... He then lifted it up and shoved it into it's mouth, where the ENT chewed ti so the microbes in it's stomach could create energy from it. For you see, the Ent has several different ways of getting food and energy. It can be a plant, and it can be a animal and eat other animals, and plants. The net tries to rely on the sun though because that is always there. It does not know much about the sun, but sees it in the sky, moving, so it suspects it is some kind of bird. The ENT couldn't get back to sleep so it started walking to the camp, where some of the other ENTS were creating villages, and gardens for the great mother tree. He went up and sent out the scent for what should i work on, mother tree? and waited for the response. The mother tree turned around and spoke, something you do after you do the polite first smell, "I would like you to join the war bands that we have created".

by **Excidium Planetis** » Sun Mar 29, 2015 10:32 am

Expavidus, Might of the Northeastern Windlands
Expavidus was beginning to prosper. They stockpiled food and stone for the hard times, they had learned to farm, to collect rainwater from the storms to water their hanging gardens. Chief Torati was getting old. The new Chief would most likely be Makita, the builder.

But while Torati still lived, they would dig the tunnels, expand the village.

by **Vengeful Queen Chryssi** » Sun Mar 29, 2015 10:34 am

Struen sat happily while his mate and pups ate the left over's of yesterday's kill. He knew Winter was approaching and they would have to begin stockpiling their meat again. But where? The last time, smaller creatures had gotten to the meat and ate it all. What if they had a place to put it? Struen looked over at a small tree. He thought for a moment and then stood. Maybe if they made something for the meat to be stored in? Struen pulled the tree out of the ground and looked it over. It was sturdy. Struen slashed the roots off the tree with his claws and jabbed it into the ground. It fell over. It had to stay up. Struen tried again, pushing harder. The tree stabbed into the soil and this time it stayed. Struen nodded and then thought about it. He needed more trees. He barked to a pair of young Warrior's. He pointed at the tree and barked again. Bring me more. The Warrior's nodded and took off into the plains, searching for more trees.

Within hours, Struen had a pile of logs and branches at his disposal. He had stabbed three more trees into the ground with the first and he was putting up small logs and mud against the four trees. He didn't know what it was he was making, but it would work for what he needed. He put the last of the branches and logs needed around the trees. It was shaped like a square. But one that came up from the ground. He needed something to block snow and rain from landing on the meat. He thought for a moment and then tore bark off the logs and put them on top of the square. It was finished.

Struen had extra wood now. But what to do with it? He sat for a while, rubbing to sticks together out of boredom as he pondered the possible uses of the remaining lumber. He grumbled and grab the sticks in his hands as he stood. They were warm. How could this be? He looked at the sticks and rubbed them again. Warm again. He rubbed them faster and saw, to his suprise, smoke. He sat back down and rubbed the sticks together harder and faster, more smoke. Suddenly, grass beneath the sticks burst into flames, making Struen jump. What power was this? He reached over at the strange new light, heat came off of it. He saw the light moving and lighting more grass. He couldn't let it escape. He thought of his new creation. He threw wood around the light, that stopped it. Now it was just sitting still. What to do with it now?

by **Ralnis** » Sun Mar 29, 2015 11:50 am

My'Alan

My'alan, the Frostspeak is the first sign of writing being of use after the Tale of Jel and Kigel. The first uses of the crude form of Frostspeak had became a valuable use of writing in founding of waves that indicate the number of clicks that each of their tongues( or "leaves" of their plant-like mouth) in the case of their language of sound had started to become widespread thanks to the Matriarchs picking it up first. This also came with the rise of the Kigel picking up metal working with the first use of copper over stone and clay, in which they found deep in the earth.

This also came that the useable water that was 1/2 of the diet of the Myr Xan as the other part was photosynthesis via lunar energy. The lakes that were use of fresh water was being used up by the Myr Xan as the population needed more water and the Eastern Ice Sheet( also known as Kigel) also became like this once the village was set up and the Myr Xan finally swarmed the water and the lunar light. During this time, no Matriarch had a population boom but kept the bare minimum but they have been able to dine in the facilities of what they call " foreign stuffs" which gave rise to working with art and the showing of new ideas coming through the Matriarchs.

by **Excidium Planetis** » Sun Mar 29, 2015 1:48 pm

G-Tech Corporation wrote:Thunder-Walks meandered across the ashlands, his footfalls disturbing clouds of the lightly blowing gray specks that were emblematic of his home. His own body was black and soot-streaked from many storms, hard rock and softer sand the sinews and muscles of the Malleator. For many nights and days he had journeyed, but Father Sky had always been kind, the warmth of his embrace encouragement to the mountain as it rolled along on limbs like the bones of the land below. Here the blasted heath came upon a region of wind and storm, and the air had the faintest hint of salt upon its breezes. Cracks of ancient turmoil scarred the face of the region with yawning abysses, and hardy trees grew here, the strange rock-that-lived which was so uncommon in the wastes of Thunder-Walks' home. Moving coal too comprised this region, scattering before the steps of the giant- the light above was slightly colder here, but Thunder-Walks core was as warm as the inferno of the open desert, for in his weft and weave energy lay indolent; even here the enfolding embrace of the earth's blood was strong and secure, a blanket to keep back the walls of chill.

Into the windlands he walked, the pattern of his mind a curious thing to roam so far from the heat of the first home.

"What is it Makita? Is it a Kettu?"

"No, Darihu, it isn't a Kettu. Kettu come from the Western Windlands. This thing came from the Sandlands."

"How can anything live in the Sandlands? There is no water, no food there."

"I don't know how it lived in the Sandlands. In fact, I don't even think it's alive."

"But Makita, it's walking."

"It's a pile of rock, Darihu. Rocks aren't alive, even if they do move."

"I'm going to go ask it."

Darihu ran up to the walking tower of sand. He observed the Malleator closely, looking over the inorganic object. It was certainly strange. Darihu tapped the thing with his first left foreleg, long tunneling claws delicately rapping against the larger being.

"Hello, my name is Darihu. Are you alive?" the young Tenora asked. "Builder Makita knows a lot about about sand and rock, and he says you aren't alive."

Darihu sat back on his hind legs and awaited an answer.

by **G-Tech Corporation** » Sun Mar 29, 2015 5:57 pm

With ponderous gait the monolith of ash, sand, and gravel crossed the windswept moors, soaking in the warmth above and the thunder of its limbs drumming on the ground building a sonic picture of the landscape about it. From afar it felt another creature walking the land, the stutter step of unsure feet carrying the being towards Thunder-Walks, the Malleator's curiosity piqued. Against its forward shin a thin water-sack's claw scratched, a layer of sand rasped. His limb was bathed in soft vibrations, a strange noise as of the wind rising and falling, with a peculiar cadence. The length and breadth of the Sunlands the megalith of earth had trod, beneath the gaze of stars and light, and with the fathoms of the depths he had communed- but never had Thunder-Walks felt anything like this. The beast's breath moistened his limb impreceptibly to lesser creatures, but even though it's head rose only a tenth as high as his, it was a strange being. It too sang, perhaps, in a key of another melody.

His voice shook the earth beyond hearing as the Malleator responded with his name-song, the overlapping resonances and harmonies sending pebbles into a jarring dance upon the ground, propelled skyward by the force of the walking hill's words. It was deeper than the count of the ears of the creature, but his eyeless face turned down towards the small beast with its sharp claws.

by **Taigawa** » Sun Mar 29, 2015 6:03 pm

Under the Branches of home

The Mai'an-Tai were a simple people, but were slowly expanding from their little village. It soon grew into a small town, and as their technolhgy advanced, they began to look for ways to expand their domain.

by **Ava Ire** » Sun Mar 29, 2015 8:27 pm

The sun bore down upon the scrubland that the two wandering Doulas had stumbled into, the great mountains of their homeland now loomed in the distance behind them. This was the furthest away from home they had ever been. Hell, they had never even gone beyond the mountain ranges before. Yalunah looked at his companion.

"This is quite a strange land, do you agree Rava?" Below, a vast forest of purple trees stretched out across the landscape. A few wisps of smoke could be seen in the distance, a signal of some sort of civilization. Rava smiles and nods in agreement to Yalunah, her black hair gleaming in the sun. "So, the world isn't destroyed". They begin to make their way down the ravine, their minds racing with excitement and also apprehension.

They knew not what this new world held, but they were determined to find out.

by **Jack O Land** » Sun Mar 29, 2015 9:00 pm

An era draws to a close. The now-wizened Denshu Mak'Thuum gazes over the balcony of his first garden, planted what seems like aeons ago now. He reminisces on the milestones for the race that he oversaw as first sovereign of the Denshu dynasty; the founding of the first two sister colonies, the Taijic Shrine (responsible for vast leaps of cultural progress) and the Temple of Eyes, and of the riches prized up from beneath the mountains. He thanked the powers that be that not a single army was mustered, not a single battle fought to defend his nation, but, as the cold began seeping through his bones, he worried, not for the first time, that because of that fact, his people would not be ready when a true foe came to test their mettle.

Whatever the case, it was out of his hands now. Gazing out at the horizon, at a crimson sunset illuminating the sea, the old man died.

And, in the port below, the new Hierophant gave his blessing to the First Tarkill Fleet amidst the sound of bells, blissfully unaware.

END OF ERA 1

by **Oscalantine** » Sun Mar 29, 2015 11:46 pm

Bersults are surprisingly independent, despite their complete transfer of thoughts via Batons. However, it is because of this complete transfer of thoughts via Batons that makes Bersults less than individuals. For those who accessed Central, even if it was just for a second, Azure would have been able to persuade others of his village akin to indoctrination, for his belief and logic would have been completely transferred to others. Batons, therefore, are a double-edged sword: for those without high level of independence, Bersults no longer know whether their belief is wholly theirs. It is due to this unholy connection that many Bersults tend to stray away from civilizations… or they separate and become leaders themselves.

Azure’s idea of settlement in the form of Congregation of several ideas, therefore, was the first of its kind, for it allowed many opinions to be voiced. This, of course, relied completely on the fact that Azure was selective of his thought transfers, which was the practice that became almost a tradition for Central in Sultarine. It still didn’t change the fact that those without opinions were led to life of drones, however, which was both the blessing as well as a curse.

For now, Azure was content to see the boons of Central in action. The Bersults who traveled with it immediately start working on his blueprints. Azure’s idea was very simple: once they have reached the point where the volcanic heat was the strongest, dig until Magma would shoot out of the ground. Several Bersults were already on the process of digging, using their one to many hands to claw themselves into the volcanic soil. Others joined Azure in creating a Central for this new village: they peeled smaller Batons and stacked pyramids, allowing fleshy innards to merge together into a larger whole. Azure covered the merged Batons in as finely dark volcanic ash as possible, and then every Bersults working in the project spread their hands out, spewing volcanic heat from their hands to the Baton. The merged Batons sprouted up into a small pillar, creating a small, growing Central for the newfound village.

Azure turned around in the large crumble in the cave, following by eruption of overflow of magma spewed out from the hole that was being dug by several Bersults. Bersults who were coming up after hearing the news of new village construction plan rushed towards the flooding magma to bask in the newfound source of heat. In a silent shout for joy, Bersults’ activities increased, digging around for more sources of magma.

At the end of the day, the village extension from the Sultarine was a huge success. Bersults were able to revitalize the Sultarine main Central (what original Sultarine was called) obtained new source of heat from magmas from the mountains floated down from the top of the mountain. The new village was a thriving sector of mining whose predominant purpose is to extract more volcanic flow to take place. The abundance of magna in Mount Sultare did not dissipate in the slightest, as Volcanic eruption was still very much frequent in the top of the mountain despite the abundant pressure points erupted by Bersults artificially.

by **Normandy and Picardy** » Mon Mar 30, 2015 1:16 am

The Faulist Federation had grown, with a new village for the people. The mating contest had been and gone, and mates had been brought together and the population grew. Gardens produced food for the people of both towns, for that is what they were, Faus and Hhyuastow. The people learnt to write down their language which they had spoken for ages, using a system of symbols and pens which accommodated for 3 fingers. Artisans produced goods for the people and still the music could be heard, louder and more beautiful than ever. Life had become peaceful for the Faulist, a simple life as the Gods had planned. It was a long time since the days of heroes, and they no longer had any desire for adventure, except through Knowledge and music. However, there was still a militia force, there in case wild beasts attacked or the federation faced disaster. The ruler had died in a freak accident, so until an agreement could be made on who should rule, his son - Joshasne - took over. The meeting of the nobles would be convened however, and a leader would be chosen. Culture continued to grow and so did the people. The Faulist flourished, but the future still lay before them. Aeons had gone, and aeons were still to go, and all would become older and wiser. The cities would grow and the people change, in what ways they did not know. The cold, bleak tundra that had become their home had served them well, and would continue to serve them. Johasne was regent, and knew he would not stay in this position forever, though he could if he wished. But, future choices are for the future and not the present, and they would have to be made at some point.

by **Ralnis** » Mon Mar 30, 2015 6:52 am

The End of an Era

The snow had started to pick up in the Icelands and the fresh water lakes had make population growth to a grinding halt. The Matriarchs look to the moonlit skies and cry for help as they cannot grow anymore then they can for the ice has taken the young and the old in the cycles of both growth and death. This was an end of an era as they had started to build in the Icelands and grew their intelligence but it seem that they were looking in other ways of to grow but they only found blizzards. They instead started to work on the ideas of moon worship and started on the idea of making Foreign-stuffs to become widespread as they been making art to depict the times.

UPDATES
~New Special Trait:
~New Survival Ability:
~New region claimed:
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+1 Shrine
+1 Technology( artisans)
~New social structure adopted:
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STATUS
Constitution: 1
Reproduction: 1
Cognition: 1

Population: 0 +

Food: 6 +
Manpower: 9+
Raw Materials: 3 +
Goods

Constructions
Western Ice Sheet( Village, 2 caves, warband camp, scriptorium)
Eastern Ice Sheet( Village, shrine)
Health: 6 +
Order: 9

Thought: 2 +
Technologies: 1 +
Knowledge Cap:3/5
Culture: 1 +

MILITARY

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by **Taigawa** » Mon Mar 30, 2015 7:20 am

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by **Excidium Planetis** » Mon Mar 30, 2015 3:32 pm

Expavidus, Might of the Northeastern Windlands
Expavidus had done well for centuries. Tykita, descendant of Makita the builder, was approaching his 98th solar, and some expected his son Hokita to succeed him as Chief. The council of Elders seemed to believe this was best, and would elect Hokita for sure. But Calaki, the Militia Captain, had other ideas. When Tykita died, Calaki would challenge Hokita for the right of Chief, an ancient tradition mostly forgotten. Calaki knew he would win, and afterwards he'd recruit more militia, disband the Elders, and secure himself as High Chieftain over the Windlands.

End of Era 1

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