Alien Civs - In Character

by **Excidium Planetis** » Mon Mar 30, 2015 8:09 pm

Expavidus, Strength of the Midwestern World (Era 2)

Calaki's coup was successful. And his reign was too. He was already grooming his second son, Gylaki, an already accomplished warrior, to lead Expavidus to glory.

Glory that involved occupying the Highlands to the south and establishing a new settlement.

It was noted that the neighboring Kettu had gradually disappeared from the Windlands, leaving their ancient ruins behind...

by **Cainesland** » Tue Mar 31, 2015 8:48 am

Era one; Day one

by **Cainesland** » Tue Mar 31, 2015 9:22 am

Era one; Day two

by **Cainesland** » Tue Mar 31, 2015 5:16 pm

Era one; Day three

by **Jack O Land** » Tue Mar 31, 2015 5:54 pm

by **Cainesland** » Tue Mar 31, 2015 6:42 pm

Era two; Day one

by **Taigawa** » Tue Mar 31, 2015 7:45 pm

Taiigei-Wan, Glory of the World Tree (Era 2)
The passing of the last dynasty had left the Mai'an-Tai people sitting on a rather fast developing town, and it's name was changed by order of the Matriarch, Fi-Eidei, from it's old name to Taiigei-Wan, which meant "Tiger-Town" in their language. The people were confident in their ruler and believed she would lead then to glory.

Glory that involved occupying the Treelands to the East and establishing a new settlement.

by **Cainesland** » Wed Apr 01, 2015 9:58 am

Era two; Day one

by **Excidium Planetis** » Wed Apr 01, 2015 1:19 pm

Expavidus, Strength of the Midwestern World (Era 2)

Gylaki was now a wizened old tyrant. Under his rule, the Highlands had been conquered, and work was being done to expand Expavidus even farther to the West and South.

The Warbands assembled, and the work began.

Now if only they'd get that Palace finished, Gylaki could be happy.

by **Cainesland** » Wed Apr 01, 2015 4:33 pm

The sun set over the western side of the island of BazManji, bringing a decline of 5 degrees (Celsius) with it. The sound of 3 Bazmanjiknights dancing around a fire in town square whilst shaking hollowed out bug shells filled with pebbles (sounds like maracas) and chanting, could be heard from the surrounding 5 miles east, northeast, northwest, north, southwest, southeast, west, and south. But along their paths and in the air it wouldn't cease for 20 miles making the sound clear as ice for the PteroInsectus of the tribe that were outside the town, and a signal/beacon/ invitation to come back for the night.

"Woot Woot, blzz, click sound click sound woot blzz, tap sound blzz coot woot." Chieftain Rockhopper O'Manji the Industrious (English version of his name) said, complementing the environment that was around them, to a fellow PteroInsectus of the Bazmanjiknights who had chosen to become the town of Rockhopper (named after his grandfather, Chieftain Rockhopper O'Manji the Wise, the first official leader of the tribe) keeper of the Scriptorium, a large building crafted from stone that housed the large repository of knowledge scrolls (written in footprint language) that belonged to the people of the Bazmanjiknight tribe.

The sun was setting, exposing a brilliant orange that showered its brilliance in 3 spectrums of optic beauty upon the Chieftain and Script Keeper that stood in front of the sea, adjacent to a food filled cave that led down to the tunnel network dug beneath the island and all the Rainlands by the PteroInsectus long ago. Their wings closed inside the bright feather covered carapace to rest and warm when a cool breeze from the "mountain" came by following the extended period of disuse while surveying of the shore and chatting between the 2 of them continued not 15 miles from original town of their people on the west side of the island.

Chieftain Rockhopper O'Manji, utilizing his exceptionally strong staff that appeared quiet tribal, pointed to the cove before them that was sided on 1 side by the ocean, 1 side by a Rockwall that the cave was inside, and 2 sides by beach with the jungle about 20 feet 26 inches behind the beeches. "Woot Woot, Coot, Bzz Bzz, Click Woot Click Bzz, eeeee, ii Bzz?" he Inquired calmly, questioning about the recommendation of the much more learned PteroInsectus beside him, on the subject of fishing in the cove, asking due to the recent generational issue of food production issues. The Skipper (Gentleman) to his right, Scriptkeeper Ibsen O'Manji the curious, who had been responsible for more then 6 scrolls on the topic of Artisan technique, and 2 memorial scrolls recalling the societies discovery of fishing, their experiments with their fishing knowledge, and his thoughts on it, as to his perspective. "Woot Coot, eee iiii, unum rep, coot coot zip, Bzz" The Scriptkeeper responded, noting a positive attitude towards his question and the abundance of aquatic life in the water, but also mentioning that he was not certain as to the safety that could be assumed from that water due to its unknown nature 30 feet below the surface of the sea.

The chief listened greatly, not just with his audio receptors to the words the learned skipper spoke, but also with his eyes and sent detectors to the visual colours and scent being emitted to tell him more on an emotional level. The chief watched the changing waves of colour flash through the feathers and exoskeleton of the skipper, the 1 amp volts that zapped from his "mouth" as he talked. Rockhopper took special care of the sent and body language projected as he smelled the pleasant scent of the black sticky pits that kept the giant killer plants at bay, the smell of the tunnels and huts in which they lived, and the smell of the jungle, made the positive aspects very evident. Still the following scents of decomposition, the scent of the giant killer plants that ended the lives of 2 tribemembers of the 3 they had lost recently to the jungles hazards, and the smell of dust after a cave in (coinciding with the visual illusion of dust flying from a cave on his body) from one of the caves the chief had been careless with as a youth, held a strong warning about the potential for danger constructing and fishing in this area poses. Yet, for all the danger posed, it was quiet evident that danger never goes away, only changes form and strength. He couldn't imagine the skipper Shoreseeker O'Manji had an easier time then he, on the shore of the mainland across the approximately quarter length-isle sized sea passage between the BazManji isle and the land beyond (Rainland 2).

With his decision made up Chief Rockhopper O'Manji the industrious turned to the Scriptkeeper, nodded, and after the Scriptkeeper put his claw to his chest, the chief did the same and back to the town of Rockhopper they departed. Drawn by the need for rest, social participation, and food among other more personal reasons. The crescent moon rising overhead, illuminating their journey through the jungle for them.

by **Cainesland** » Sat Apr 04, 2015 5:48 pm

Era two; Day one

by **Cainesland** » Sat Apr 04, 2015 6:36 pm

Era two; Day one

by **Vengeful Queen Chryssi** » Mon Apr 06, 2015 7:13 am

Struen sat inside his new creation. He and a group of other Warriors had all built similar creations to the food box for other tribe members to live inside. They were warmer than outside. Struen smiled at his mate and their pups as they slept soundly. He still had the tiny light he had made. But he had made it bigger. Letting it expand more. He made sure the Warriors kept it lit in the center of the small circle of house boxes. It made everything warmer. Winter would be no problem. Durgor was very impressed with it all. Struen had done very well with these creations of his.

by **Cainesland** » Mon Apr 06, 2015 9:56 am

Era two; Day one

End of era 2

by **Vengeful Queen Chryssi** » Fri Apr 10, 2015 5:49 am

Struen sat eating the newest catch with the other Warriors. He stared at his light while the others ate. Something sparked in his mind. The food was always cold. It was good, but it was cold. What if he made it warmer? It would make him feel warmer when he ate it in the winter. He looked at his food and then at his light before ripping a slab off with his claws and stabbing it on a branch before holding it over the fire. The other Warriors looked at him in question. Durgor came back from the cave to the east that they had been digging in just in time to see Struen. Durgor barked. What are you doing? Struen barked back before a sizzle of the meat caught his attention. He looked back at his meat and smiled. He had to try it. He put the hot food in his mouth and chewed. It was good. Better, in fact. He barked to the other Warriors. They must try it as well. And so, they did.

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