A Strange World: Civilization's Dawn [Revival] [IC]

by **Elerian** » Wed Jul 10, 2019 11:53 am

Gwynn woke with a start, from a sleep had never intended to have, but was much appreciated nonetheless. Through the holes in his tribe's hut, Gwynn could see that the fire was beginning to burn down low. He raised himself up onto his haunches, peering out into the darkness that surrounded the tribe's camp. He couldn't see much. He could hear even less, save for the crackling of the dying fire. He felt cold and hollow. He needed more than just the grasses that had been sustaining him and his people in recent memory. His stomach ached for the fire charred meat of the four legged Tarpan, and the soft white flesh of the sea's fish. Once he recovered from his illness, he would be sure to hunt all the fish and tarpan his heart could desire. If he recovered.

by **Saxony-Brandenburg** » Wed Jul 10, 2019 1:00 pm

The Year's Turning
Year Two

The Men of Aten - Fires from neighboring regions cast a thick cloud of smoke over The Men of Aten, having to breathe in the semi-toxic fumes. They can feel in their chests, the burning sensation that can only warrant a high risk of falling ill. Fortunately, the native animals seem less bothered about this work of god than the people do, or atleast, do not show it - as the tribe manages to scrounge together enough to eat. Adolin travels along the shoreline, to the North-West, where he encounters a strange sight indeed- as along the coastal plains, far out into the ocean, he encounters another land mass, looking out from across the see - the second silent pillar in the gates to the ocean, stretching out as far as the horizon. As the what he finds in the lands of the North-west, is more coastal plains, with patches of edible grasses scattered throughout. Along with this, a great number of seemingly usable reeds sprout out from the dry earth, perhaps for some industrious use, should the need arise. (Papyrus.) Finally, and most interestingly, are the misty, white stones which litter the earth, a strange sight in the long brown grasses which coats this land. As for back home... Unfortunately, none of the two scholars learn anything new from their studies, no matter how hard they try. However, it seems they were a bit... distracted, from their studies - as Isabel learns of her pregnancy in the middle of the year. Although she passes through the pregnancy without issue... her child is not so lucky. The young girl is born with coughing fits, presumably from the harsh air. Ill, but not stillborn... which is something to be thankful for.

The Eliphas clan - The fires breathe her smoke too, even deep into the forests of the Eliphas clan. They too, feel the clouds of ash from a distant land coat their throats and lungs, ensuring easy prey for illness. Fortunately for them, their hard work gathering and preparing food leaves them fairly well off, with a small surplus of pemmican to carry over into the following year. As for the knowledge of man: this year, it is elusive, as they come up with no way yet to more effectively throw spears. More too, elusive, is children for the clan - who seem unready yet to enter the wombs of the women of the Eliphites.

Heka - Perhaps a curse, perhaps a blessing - the Sun bestows it's gifts upon Heka, as even the Crocodiles migrate away from these lands, leaving it without any large animals to speak of. Quiet. Barren. In this still, Heka comes finally to a revelation - having pondered life and the meaning of the ever watchful eye of the sun for a great while. Discovering certain breathing exercises, he finds he is rejuvenated after long hours of medetation - inspired, even. (Discovered Arcane knowledge: Meditation - Unlocks future research in the field of Sunstregnth.) Despite this blessing however... the sands are taking a toil on Heka's skin, and the lack of food on his psyche. It is determined he ought to spend some time making a permenant shelter, and finding a reliable source of food soon, before he wastes away into nothing but his ideas, fluttering about in his mind.

The Ulumites (Ulm) - The far away seem of no relevance to the Ulumites, who feel the warm, clear winds of summer into their home - filling them with life and rejuvenation. Although distracted with a certain degree of... primal urges, they manage to gather enough food to feed them well, a fortunate thing, too - as both Landriche and Thusnelda Fall pregnant, giving easy births to them both - two baby boys crying out into the night.

Al-Kahabar tribe - Fortunate with enough meat to find sustenance, the tribe settles in for another year. To the learned-ones comes little, as they cannot yet figure out how to stitch the many small hides together into one cohesive garment... yet. Of note, however, is Ti'Fula's pregnancy - which occupies much of her hours, and leaves little time for the collection of the currently unusable black and brown rocks. (+.25 Iron, +.25 coal) Unfortunately for her, her hours of labor are long and hard - leaving both mother and daughter weak, and sickly. They must be given rest, and good food, along with some luck, to survive the coming years.

The sea people - The bounties of the land seem continuous for the Sea-people, who are filled with the warm breath of summer air - ensuring good health and spirits, even while they toil. With enough food from both hunting and gathering (Although no new plants of unusual purpose is found), the sea people know not hunger, nor illness. They find adequate shelter within the hearts of the great tree, which supplies them with a fair shelter, although more could be done to make the insides more comfortable. (Quality: 3). The spirit of knowlage too, seems fond of this tribe: as Jarn figures out the way to create patterns and molds, to hopefully be able to create more advanced castings in the future. (Discovered: Crude campfire castings. Enables research for: Campfire tool castings)

The Ciaráin - The smoke, the terrible smoke from this inferno is enough to reach high into the mountains where The Ciaráin live, burning their eyes and tongues, and endangering their health. They find adequate food, despite the foreboding haze, and although knowledge is elusive to their wise-man, knowlage of the forests to the east: are not. Beneath the brush, black foxes dart in-and-out of cover, minding not the humans, too focused on prey of the smaller kind. Along the forest floor - limestone seems to be in great quantity, although he remains perplexed as to what common rock could be used for. Yes indeed, nothing of value stands out to the mountain scout - as all else he can find is the beauty of the aspen trees, their leaves fluttering in the wind. Back home, they manage to scrape by enough usable brush to construct a basic shelter. (Quality: 1)

The Silver river tribe - The people of the Silver River are met with an unhealthy chill - as the cold freezes into their bones, dampening their spirits, and their health. Although with more than enough food, it cannot be understated the misery for most of the year, while winter's breath stays an unwelcome ammount of time. The child, however, is safe- Meru's warm embrace saving him from the ravages of the storm. Their shelter does improve with time, patching the holes and framing it well, using all the parts of the caribou. (Quality: 2) When not busy at work, Sylri and Llyrin spend much of their hours in eachother's embrace inside the shelter, soon leaving Sylri with a child in this most dangerous of time, a tradeoff for the warmth of another's flesh. Her birth is long and hard, but she eventually gives birth to a perfectly healthy baby boy - leaving her near death's door for the next coming years.

The Pentakuk - The Pentakuk live well, with enough meat to fill their bellies for the year. Innugati, Aput, and Kakortok return from the hunting grounds with an abundance of usable branches (+2 wood). But even more surprising, is what too Innugati brings in her arms - a sickly baby girl, wrapped in the warm skin of the Caribu. With a combination of both branches and hides, Qimmiq manages to construct a well-framed shelter, keeping away the worst of the rain and snow, although still with issue. (Quality: 2) This seems of no issue to Anjij however, who seems always inside with her brother-mate, so much that she soon learns of her pregnancy, and gives birth to a baby girl for the tribe, thanking the ancestors for her seemingly fine health.

De Wah Del-Aton - From far away, De Wah Del-Aton see the great plumes coming from the sky, a true scourge upon the land. Fortunately, the sea breeze protects the small band, not only pushing away any trace of the foul air, but filling them with life, and health. Although the blessing of the sea is kind, even with TWO scholars - the act of preserving food with smoke is elusive... attainable, but just not quite perfected yet. They find enough meat to not starve, and learn too of what lies beyond their lands - west of west, continuing the great mountains just farther - although he sees he is near the edge. There, he finds herds of mountain goats, chewing away happily at the abundance of beautiful wildflowers, a largely useless, if pretty recourse. But what is most intriguing to him is the comparatively soft, green-brown metal (Copper) that sticks up from the earth. Perhaps it will prove useful?

Apophis - Apophis lives well, gaining some fat on his bones, as he carefully constructs a variety of traps to better catch the fish of his local lake in. Patting himself on the back for his enginuity, it soon proves to be fruitful: catching more fish than what he could merely by hand, especially of the kind far too small to be speared.
Research unlocked: Primitive Fish traps - +1 to gathering of fish!

The Aederfolk - Gwynn improves slightly, although will still need rest. With an expanded shelter, they can house more of their number, although is still not close to comfort, or perfection. (Quality: 2) For some reason, even with two scholars on the matter - they don't quite get food preservation just right... perhaps the next year, they will find a way.

This is the account of the Year. Another Year now begins.

by **Ostnea** » Wed Jul 10, 2019 1:38 pm

Eliphas Clan

The air was grey with ashes. Initially, the clan believed that this was a forest fire and had begun to panic, gathering what they could in their arms, but were halted by Jass. He pointed out that the fires, wherever they burned, were far away. He smelled no smoke nearby, their camp was secure, for now. He led the clan back to the encampment, and announced he would be hunting this year. He had spent too long in camp and wished to have his fill of the hunt. Initially Mabe begged him not to leave, but Jass was insistent. It was clear to all that he had enough of the stagnation that haunted the camp, and wanted some space, and after a brief arguement, Mabe allowed him to leave here side. Perhaps some time away from camp would be beneficial, and they would be blessed with a child this year.

While Jass was ranging, Mabe and Etha would be trying to bring the blackberries closer to camp. The idea seemed simple enough, set aside some berries for planting near the camp, but things were never so simple. Especially since the Great Spirit had kept the clan from growing children of their own.

While Jass went and hunted, it fell to Hillin to guard against the wolves. He was initially reluctant to give up his ranging time, but coaxing from Etha was enough to convince him.

by **G-Tech Corporation** » Wed Jul 10, 2019 2:26 pm

Year of the Sunset-Stone
Heart of the Mother Tree

Overhead the dun dark wood of the Mother creaked softly, night's winds of the spring wet-time moving in her boughs. Inside the bower that the Ancestors had given to them, Jarn squatted by the low fire that the tribe tended, showing his new creation to the stalwart Vladimir and his mate, Vittoria. In the fire light the copper hand-axe twinkled, a rough creation that had been carefully beaten with the hammerstone the tribe possessed to hold a keen point.

"It is not much stronger than flint - indeed, I would say it holds a point more poorly - but there is one great virtue that the sunset-stone maintains over our old way of doing things."

Leaning forward, the scholar pressed the copper edge into the flame for a short time, then he drew it back and placed it upon the low stone slab that lay at his feet. A few quick blows into the faintly glowing tip of the hand-axe with a round stone shaped the point hard again, and after some time it had cooled enough to be handled. Taking the tool from Jarn's hands with a questioning glance, the warrior licked his lips as he felt the sharp edge.

"It needs more work, sharpening. But I see what you mean, brother of bone. It would have taken me hours, days to find a flint to shape to this edge, and more than that to shape it just so, so it can bite as it would. It is an imprecise process, one the Ancestor's luck must favor. This though, this sunset-stone, it is a simple process."

Jarn fairly beamed as his burly tribemate admitted the creation's utility. That had been the hope of these last years, and the Father's blessing was truly upon the folk for their strange invention. Where many days of chopping and many flint hand-axes might be spent on even the most simple of woodworking tasks, here he hoped that the reshapable sunset-stone would do duty for the labor of many men. A boon beyond imagining in truth.

Vittoria cleared her throat, and spoke aloud, her voice rough but softer than that of her mate.

"Could you show this method to me, brother of bone? It is I who am most responsible for the keeping of our flints, as was the duty of my mother, but this innovation fills my heart with joy. Long and knotted have my fingers become since I was a little girl, pounding endlessly to make spear, and axe, and this I do not regret - but if there is a better way the Ancestors have showed unto thee, it I will embrace wholeheartedly."

The leader of the tribe nodded. It was not a hard thing, but rather straightforward, compared to the knapping of flints - to strike the metal just so, and to heat it for merely this long, so it became soft and easy to work instead of melting into the campfire like the molds it had come from.

"Could you make a spear-point with it?" intoned Vladimir, his eyes gleaming in the firelight as he warmed to the thoughts of what could be done. His clan-brother had to consider the matter for several moments, then he smiled and spoke in the affirmative. It would be little more difficult to shape a spearhead than a hand-axe, and they had sinew and heartwood to spare for the binding of the weapons, certainly. Often a hunter had to be very careful when he sought his quarry, for losing a spear to a non-lethal strike meant many days of making a new spear to replace it. With these simpler-crafted sunset-spears, perhaps Vladimir's hunts would improve.

The three stayed up for some time more, discussing what could be done with the gleaming water-stone, the metal, but eventually the two aside from Jarn had to turn in for the night, leaving the leader of the Sea-Blessed alone tending the fire and pondering the future.

Before long, though, he became aware that the sleeping form of his mate, Maria, was not sleeping in truth. She rose and padded softly over to embrace him as he sat on a length of log near the entrance to the tribe's den, her moist lips touching his tanned neck just behind his ear.

"I am happy for you, love of my heart. The Father has given you much."

Together the two looked out into the darkness, and their hands were intertwined as they watched the shifting tapestry of the leaves and the gentle rain. The Father had indeed given not only Jarn, but also all of the Sea-Blessed much.

by **The Empire of Tau** » Wed Jul 10, 2019 3:11 pm

Ulm Tribe

by **Ralnis** » Thu Jul 11, 2019 7:46 am

De Wah Del-Aton

action:

2 scholars continue working to find out how to smoke meat to preserve it
warrior and worker try to go hunt meat and game
scout starts moving east

man my tribe is fucking stupid. :rofl:

by **Olthenia** » Thu Jul 11, 2019 7:58 am

The Home-Cave
Light of Day

The wind in the trees. The gleam of blue sky. For a while, that’s all there was. Until the sleepers stirred.

“Get up.” Nado’s voice wasn’t angry. Not harsh or mean or short. It was stone. It just was.

“I am up,” Hoska drawled – and never mind that his curled-up self gave the lie to his words. If he could sleep for just a little longer, perhaps his shoulders would ache less, and his mind feel less drowsy, and-

“I see that.”

The hand on his shoulder wouldn’t have it. It was Nado’s, of course. And despite the fact the woman was as spare as stick, Hoska knew not to take her touch lightly. Nado’s fingers were as hard as Nado’s voice.

“Up!”

Then she was gone, squatting by the remnants of last night’s fire. In the pale light of day filtering in through the entrance of their little cave, her haggard figure struck Hoska like a thin, predatory bird. The sort who’d peck your eyes out.

But. Time to wake.

Elsewhere, by the cave’s entrance, the steady clack of stone on stone made known to one and all that Agol was up. Agol. Younger brother. No need to ask what he was trying to do there, hacking a stone against a promising piece of rough, grey rock. Hoska yawned a greeting as he passed, and his brother grunted back. Grunt. Clack-clack-clack. A river wild with meltwater had swept Agol’s favoured axe and knife away before last moon’s turning. Ever since, his labours had been possessed of a mean, singular purpose – to remake what the waters had robbed of him.

Spirits be with you, brother.

The slap of naked feet on cold stone took him outside – into pale daylight. A breeze as cool as a mother’s caress brushed across his back.

The day was dawning. Time to seize it.

by **The Grim Reaper** » Thu Jul 11, 2019 8:47 am

Apophis | Year 3

Apophis cleaned his teeth with a bone from a large fish. He had developed a taste for the smaller, oily fish he was able to take from his traps, as much because of their taste as because of the not-inconsiderable attraction that the process of capturing them held. But it was annoying how their tiny scales got trapped in his teeth. This was only a minor inconvenience, though, compared to the hand-to-mouth lifestyle that he had now replaced with the relative freedom afforded by his fish pots.

He idly wondered, though, if it was possible to make his lifestyle even more efficient. For instance, he had often found himself needing to continue to forage for berries, or to catch fish by hand, on days where he was unfortunate, and found his traps empty, and otherwise found himself on several days freeing fish or leaving them to sit alive in a trap. If it were possible to store fish for longer periods, he could make this minor quibble totally irrelevant.

Apophis knew that the strawberries that added a pleasant sweetness and acidity to his day-to-day life were particularly susceptible to two things; rot, and fermentation. Interestingly enough, he found that the two did not seem to coexist. Those berries that he saw as windfall on the ground tended to rot, dying away, and becoming obviously unpleasant to the eye. However, he had spent the last year collecting strawberry vines, for his fish pots. In doing so, he had targeted those vines that had already produced their crop for the season, but occasionally collected some which were ready to produce windfall crop, overripened berries heavy enough to fall from the vine. This led him to store a small quantity of berries hidden away from the otters. He had dug a small pit, no more than an hour's work, and covered it with a heavy stone, fully expecting that the berries would rot with some speed but hoping that it would be less wasteful than leaving them out in the open. He had lined the bottom of this pit with leaves - not a complex or permanent job, merely part of his day-to-day living.

Eventually, he noticed the strange paradox that berries seemed to either rot or ferment. Observing the pit after he had, eventually, decided no longer to risk consuming the berries, he noticed that whilst the berries at the top of the pit had started to discolour, the berries at the bottom of the pit - or, rather, the liquid they had become - seemed to have, in fact, taken on an even stronger and more pronounced scent, and rot had not set in. He knew from isolated experiences that it was occasionally possible to find fermented fruits in the wild, and he hypothesised that the same effect was at play here.

However, whatever the outcome, it leaked through his makeshift container into the sand and dirt. Although a pit was fine for protecting solid food from the otters, it wasn't sufficient to store liquid. He would need something else were he to pursue this more closely, to identify if he could in fact preserve fish in wine.

He did not have any obviously excellent resources for creating such a container. Though strawberry vines were fantastic for making fish pots, they couldn't hold liquid. There was no particular abundance of wood in his territory, but he was obviously familiar with the material and felt confident he could scrounge together enough assorted woods to form a vessel. That being said, he knew it would take an immense amount of time to work wood with just flint and stone. This seemed an imperfect solution.

Instead, he turned his mind to earth. Both foxes and otters burrow in dens, and he was therefore aware that earth could be used to form fairly permanent structures - in the right places, fox dens could last seemingly for years. Earth was obviously moldable in a way that wood was not, but he was not sure how stable it would be. But, nevertheless, he believed that it was worth exploring. If not for liquid, then, at least, for building his own structure, so he no longer had to depend on a temperate climate and welcoming terrain. Having commanded the waters, he now wished to command the earth.

Action: To study how soil from different locations has differing characteristics (To attempt to discover and understand clay).

by **Nuxipal** » Thu Jul 11, 2019 8:59 am

The winter was harsh, though the tribe was blessed with a second baby boy, Sylri fell ill after giving birth. The tribe was in a tough position with its best gatherer weakened by illness. After deliberating with Meru, Tafari had sad news for Astaro. He found her near the river in the early spring as the snows melted and the river itself swelled with frigid waters. Tafari approached and Astaro knew she wouldn't be happy with what he had to say.

"Astaro, I'm sorry. We can't afford to have you leave right now. Sylri is sick, and my own son needs a great deal of attention. The Tribe needs your hunting and gathering experiences here. I will do what I can to find ways to preserve our food stores so that you can explore in the future, but without you we won't be able to get enough food and you will return to an empty home."

Visibly frustrated, Astaro grabbed her spear and headed off towards one of her hunting grounds. She never even bothered responding to Tafari who could only hope she didn't decide to head off on her own regardless. He returned to the camp where he sought methods of preserving and drying the meats collected by Llyrin already, who had returned to the hunt already to ensure they had a decent supply of food while the grasses were not ready yet.

As the year went on, sure enough Sylri wanted to do something useful, so she worked with Meru to devise a method for preparing the caribou hides better than they had now. Perhaps some method by which they could create a stronger and longer lasting material from it. Between the two of them, Meru felt that they could figure something out for certain. However, most of Meru's time was occupied by caring for both her own and Sylri's child.

by **The GAmeTopians** » Thu Jul 11, 2019 10:10 am

The Men of Aten
The Bay of Aten

The camp of the Men of Aten was somber, wisps of smoke from the year past still occasionally visible in the otherwise blue sky. Despite the noxious gas that had plagued the region, the tribe had managed to survive, their fires still burning brightly along the sandy shore. Their work continued still, the struggle for survival a slight yet constant pressure.

[OOC: Sorry for the short post, very busy today.]

by **Sinyal** » Thu Jul 11, 2019 10:18 am

Al-Kahabar Tribe

Day Of Ashes

The cries of a new infant, Reyla, rung through the campground of the Al-Kahabar tribe. Ti'Fula and her daughter were very sick, but thankfully the tribe had enough food to care for them. Aral and K'duhabar's hunt had been successful, and Ti'Fula had gathered tons of coal and pears. Genzei hadn't been successful in making clothing, but as persistent and determined as he was, he kept trying.

At the campfire that night Ti'Fula wasn't there with the rest of the tribe. "Where's Ti'Fula?" asked Aral, clearing worried. "She is resting with Reyla. As long as they rest and we provide them with lots of food, they will be fine," K'duhabar responded. Suddenly, Genzei burst through some foliage. He came and sat down on a log. "I so close to put the hides together so we no cold!" he said excitedly. He didn't usually talk so this was a rare sight. "Good for you," K'duhabar said. "Also, Arula, you'll have to do more gathering than usual because Ti'Fula is sick," he told her. Then, everyone settled in for a good rest.

by **Theyra** » Thu Jul 11, 2019 10:47 am

The Ciaráin

This year proved to be a stressful year as the smoke proved to be a problem for the Ciaráin. Unsure of where the smoke is coming from and Meibhín checked to make sure the fire was not near them. So it seems that they are safe but, the smoke, especially for young Anraoi, is troubling them. Despite the smoke, the clan has made progress. Ruari had finished making a hut for the clan and now they have a place to rest and sleep. Eirnín once again fails to make any progress and starts to question his role as the wise man in the clan. Still, he tries once more to figure out how to preserve food. The rest of the clan do the same duties as before, Dáire goes hunting in the south, Meibhín goes to see what lies to the west and Saraid collects mushrooms while caring for Anraoi. Ruari after finishing the hut moved on to gather medical herbs in case they may need them in the future.

by **Elerian** » Thu Jul 11, 2019 12:22 pm

by **Saxony-Brandenburg** » Thu Jul 11, 2019 2:12 pm

Spring arrives again

Name: Aput
Age: 20
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 150 lbs
DNA: Heavy Neanderthal genetic admixture.
Human.

The family grew two larger that year - and all were thankful. The blessing of the land had brought them food, and no ill will - and such was something to be thankful for, for the people of ice and snow. They guessed they would have enough food for their people, and so turned inward to the general health of their tribe. Herbs made for basic cures for the ill, the cold, the weak. They warmed the blood when it was gripped by the icy hand of winter, saving the weakest child, and the strongest man. So too did Qimmiq believe, and used his spare time between the chores of maintenance to care for, and heal his new sister. They were all family - and so must care for one another. He knew there would be more along the way - more of his own, and more of Aput's - and feared that the stench of death may follow, and claim the lives of his own daughter, if he let it fester. Illness, begets illness - death begets death. So said his mother, and thus was the reason they only killed animals outside the camp. Atleast however, they would be safe from the snow when it grew highest. It wasn't much, and even still - they clung to the campfire, and wrapped themselves in caribou hide. Perhaps... perhaps if they could better fit the hide around their bodies, they could better trap the fire that was inside every person - and with that prevent them from quenching.

Innugati prowled through the great trees of their boreal home. She searched beneath rock, bush, and thicket - looking for the valuable herbs of their home. If their family was expanding, it was crucial that they looked for proper medicine for their young. For birth, and even their first few years, were hard on a small soul. It was easy for them to be taken even while still in their mother's woumbs, born still. What little could be done, would be worth it. And so - she continued to search.

Aput and Kakortok stalked the lands to the north, spears in-hand. Basic tools of death, to be sure. But, atleast they were something. They moved as swift as their feet could carry them, stalking, chasing, and hurling their tools of war at the weakest, slowest, and most vulnerable of the herd. The precious hides of the Caribu would keep them safe and warm - and the meat was just as nourishing whichever of the herd it came from.

Anjij spent her days with the caribu hides, cleaning them, and sorting their bones. She used her flint knife to the best of her abilities, and scraped the bloody flesh from the warm fur with precision. She began to wonder about the stringy sinews of the flesh, and how they might be used to potentially bind the pieces of fur together - if only they had a small enough hole not to tear the hide... she looked over at some of the smallest, thinnest pieces of bone- and began to wonder...

by **Nuxipal** » Thu Jul 11, 2019 8:06 pm

The Year's Turning
Year Three

The Eliphas Tribe find themselves scrambling as two members of the tribe become pregnant around the same time. The next few months go by quickly as they find new animals enter their part of the world. Round birds which are easily hunted, providing them with access to a new food source for the time being. They are however, easy targets for the wolves roaming the land and Hillin has to fend off many wolves who would take the chance to taste these new birds. Etha and Mabe are able to successfully create a small garden of blackberry plants as the bushes begin sprouting near the tribe’s home. By year’s end they have enough food to feed themselves as well as the two healthy baby boys which are born to the tribe. Their mothers are just as healthy and capable of providing for the children.

Along the Skybright river, the Sea Blessed find themselves being harassed by wolves, it seems a pack moved into the area where they live and are not fearful of the Sea Blessed. They are able to gather enough food to feed their people this year even with the wolves harassing them as they set out to hunt or fish. Jarn and Maria find themselves more distracted than they normally would be as Maria soon is pregnant and late in the year gives birth to a Healthy baby girl. Though Maria is healthy, neither she nor Jarn make any breakthroughs in their study. Alongside the news of wolves, the Sea Blessed create two copper tipped spears (Quality 1) which could provide them the protection that they need.

The Tribe of Ulm awake one morning finding a loud trumpeting creature watching their camp from a far. The elephant and its herd seem to have moved into the region for some unknown reason. A flurry of attempts later, and Ortrun is pregnant much to the tribe’s delight. A healthy baby girl is born to Ortrun and Mombert, however, Ortrun continues to bleed into that night and dies by the next morning leaving the girl without a mother. Another woman will have to pick up the extra child and care for them if they are to survive. Fortunately, the tribe does learn of a rudimentary means of horticulture to plant some of the grasses closer to home and thus finds themselves with ample food.

In their forest home the De Wah Del-Aton continue their lives free of major changes to their lands. They seem to grow comfortable, perhaps too comfortable as Que grows pregnant and gives birth to a sickly girl, though retains her own health. While this takes place, a breakthrough as she and Isha discover a way to better preserve meats by smoking and drying them, to permit them to last longer than before. Umak travels east and finds more forest until the sea meets him. Salted air meets his nostrils and he turns back. He sees Sea Turtles nesting along the shoreline before leaving the beaches. On the return he finds nuts dropping from the trees which taste good and he believes they could be a useful food source here. He also comes across a brown-orange stone which has quite strange qualities and he reports it back to his tribe as well.

The Korthuun living in a cave on the great mountain. It rose above a wide plain as if it were the only high ground available. Throughout the year they seem to distracted to efficiently hunt the creatures of their land and by the later stages of the year begin to feel the hunger creep in. By some intervention of the spirits no one starves this year, but they are not certain that they will be that lucky next year. They are however able to create three sets of flint tools (Quality 1) for the tribe to use to be more effective in following years. Despite not having these tools, Hoska is able to gather .5 wood for future use of the tribe. Both the attempt to study the world around them and the attempts to create a flute fail this year, but Nado felt as if some kind of spirit tried to speak with her and thus believes she may have been close to learning something useful.

Along his lake, Apophis learned what he could of the varied soils beneath his feet. He could feel different types of dirt, but thus far he has been unable to determine anything special regarding different types other than that they are indeed different. His fish traps continue to bring food to him without too much effort on his part.

The chilled valleys of the Silver River Tribe were especially cold in the previous year. Illness crept into the tribe’s home and weakened them as a whole. Withholding Astaro proved to be vital to keeping the clan alive as they had enough food to last them the year without finding shortage. The baby born to Tafari and Meru continues to look sickly, but continues to survive despite the circumstances of his birth. By mid year, Sylri is back up and feeling well enough to work, though she is asked to take it easy and her attempts to find a method by which to better process caribou hides fails, however, Tafari is successful in finding the secret to preserving food through drying and smoking.

The Men of Aten find acquiring food to be more difficult this year and find themselves in a shortage of food by years end. Worse yet, one of the children, Mina, grows ill after not having enough to eat. This complicates the already ill Talia’s health, but she survives to live another year. Jasnah is able to gather .75 wood and .75 copper this year to aid her tribe, though the secrets of campfire smelting elude the tribe, but there have been new ideas on another method and could provide useful in the following year. Similarly, the attempts to create a preservative Pemmican also fail, however, Isabel believes that if she could just get someone else to care for her child, she would have had the time to focus better on her study.

In their forest, the Al-Kahabar seem to have difficulty in bringing in enough food for the tribe and suffer shortages by the end of the year, but not outright starvation. K’duhabar and Arula’s coupling resulting in a crippling pregnancy for Arula, however it became apparent as to why as she gave birth to Healthy twins. The boy, girl, and mother were all healthy within days of the birth and the tribe rejoiced because of it. The excitement may have been more of a distraction for the studies of Genzai as the secrets of crafting clothing continues to elude them. Despite her pregnancy, Arula was able to collect .25 wood and .25 coal. The ill of the tribe are fortunate this year, Ti’Fula was able to rest and recover fully and Reyla, lived through the year.

High in their forested mountains, The Ciaráin found that they were capable of producing enough food, though worried for times when Meibhin remained home and needed to eat with them as well. Ruari is able to collect medicinal herbs for the tribe this year without difficulty. The explorations of Meibhin result in finding an extension to the mountains, though the forest seems to cut off somewhere between them. Here he finds goats jumping from rock to rock and climbing nearly vertical surfaces amazing him.Red, round, lingonberries appear in small shrubs in the flatter portions of the mountain. While he leaves, he sees what looks like a lion stalking the mountainside hunting down the goats whenever possible. He returns to his tribe safely before winter sets in. When he returns, he learns that the study into preserving foods was unsuccessful, though there were things learned giving the tribe hope that they may succeed in the near future.

The lands of The Aederfolk are difficult to tame this year as the tribe finds themselves in a food shortage by the end of the year. They do however, stave off starvation this year as they learn the secrets of preserving food by smoking and drying their meats. This all despite that Chyr and Llyr were busy creating a new child which graced the tribe. Though the baby boy is sickly at birth, his mother was healthy. She keeps a close eye on him as the tribe now has two ill members as Gwynn is unable to shake his illness despite being given some rest this year.

In the chilled forests of their home, the Pentakok find a large antlered deer roaming in large herds. The reindeer seemed to migrate here from an area further north. Hunting flourishes and the tribe has enough food for the year even as Anjij gives birth to a healthy baby boy. Anjij remains healthy, but cannot figure out how to create new clothes for her tribe yet. Qimmiq does his best to heal the child Nuniq, but he is lacking in the know how, but at least he is able to alleviate some of the fever and give the child a better fighting chance thanks to the medical herbs brought to the tribe by Innugati.

This is the account of the Year. Another Year now begins.

by **The GAmeTopians** » Thu Jul 11, 2019 9:30 pm

The Men of Aten
The Bay of Aten

Dark times had come to the Men of Aten. Not one, but both children reached the brink of demise in the face of tragedy, and their god seemed to have forsaken them. But, as the truly faithful do, they turned not away from Aten in their time of crisis, but towards Him.
“Aten, ruler of men, creator of the land, sea, and sky…” Isabel murmured as she stood over a blazing campfire. A clump of grass blades held in one hand, she carefully intoned a devout prayer to her god, eyes closed solemnly.
“We, your loyal children, offer this meager sampling of your creations in the hope that you might find it worthy to banish the sickness from our young, restoring them to health so that they might better serve you.” She scattered the grass into the flames, where it quickly set alight and vanished into ash, the already dry landscape lending itself to its almost instant disappearance.
“Praise Aten, He who shines down upon us from above, the Life-Bringer, may he ever watch over us.”
Her prayer complete, Isabel slowly opened her eyes, glancing softly over at the subjects of her prayers, the two toddlers who laid near the other fire in the tribe. They were attentively watched over by Eliza, not left alone even for a moment, the worry for their well-being weighing far too heavily on the tribe. She smiled softly with faith in her Lord, and began collecting materials for a second prayer in the evening.

by **Nuxipal** » Fri Jul 12, 2019 8:42 am

With Sylri's return to health, the Tribe is able to permit Astaro to leave the area and explore to her hearts content this year. Her excitement was fairly contagious as she left, the rest of the tribe's spirits were high. High enough that Tafari began working on the spear thrower again. He thought that after so many tries, he had a new idea on how to best make it function. Though his efforts were considered sufficient by the tribe as a whole, he still sought out Meru to assist him. She was keeping their child safe, he would soon be of an age where he would be named and brought into the waters of the Silver River. Mother Mountain would welcome their child with her cold waters and give him the name that he would have for the entirety of his life during that time.

Similar to most years, Llyrin was out doing the hunting, though this time he had Sylri collecting the Edible Grasses whenever he came back. They were able to enjoy their new child together as the young boy was being taught to walk. Unlike the other boy, this one would not be taking to the naming ceremony this year. Instead he would have to wait for another year. They talk about trying for another child, and sure enough they decide its what is best for them and the tribe as a whole. They brought the idea up with Tafari and Meru, who agreed. The tribe was in a good position right now for more children.

Astaro went out following the river's course thinking of what she could find to benefit the tribe in these lands she crossed into. She felt at peace for the first time since they settled down into a single location. She fed and took care of herself as she went finding food to keep her fed while exploring the lands west, down river of the tribe's home.

by **G-Tech Corporation** » Fri Jul 12, 2019 9:09 am

The Sea-Blessed

Year of the Dawn's Gift
Heart of the Mother Tree

A low singing came from the woman as she bent over the fire, kneading portions of grain, congealed fat, and crumbled meat into small balls on a flat stone placed over the coals. On her back, bound to her by carefully wound strips of hide and fur, a sleeping child snored softly. Elvira had been squirming in her bindings until not too long ago, bright blue eyes drinking in the world around her, but at last she had succumbed to the weariness that beset all newborns. It was an amazing thing to the leader of the Sea-Blessed as he carefully heated the distillate of the blossom-berries, how much the flesh of his flesh and blood of his blood could spend in slumber, her angelic face betraying none of the turmoil she caused in her brief periods of awakening.

They merely thanked the Ancestors for their good fortune. Maria's labor had been swift and not strenuous, despite Elvira being her first child, and now the tribe was graced with the miracle of new life. It caused unfamiliar emotions to stir in the leader's chest when he gazed upon his daughter, a fierce protectiveness that growled like a wild thing even compared to the duty and responsibility he owed to his brothers and his mate. A part of the gift the Father had given to those of his namesake who kept for themselves a family, no doubt. It was a beautiful thing, and it filled Jarn's heart with a rampant joy.

Wind stirred in the great fragrant cedars, and from the low stockade that surrounded the base of the Mother a low thump-thump could be heard. The scholar looked up from his slab of rounded bark where the juice was bubbling merrily, and nodded familiarly to Vladimir as the burly warrior stalked into the compound, the heavy wooden latch-door closing at his back. He waved in greeting, and a brief smile crossed the tanned wayfarer's face as he heaved the young forest-deer down near the butchering stone.

"Good hunting. Very good. The fish teem in the streams, and these wolves seem to have driven the game closer to our camp. Perhaps the packs fear to draw near man, which their prey sense as a defense. I take little compared to the roaming hunters, and it may be that the spirits of the deer and woodland creatures consider our takings an acceptable loss."

Jarn nodded slowly. Perhaps it was slow. All the same, he would sleep with his spear near to hand, and build the fire high before slumber took the tribe. The stake-fence that guarded the encampment was sturdy, driven into the earth some distance by Vittoria's strong hands, but predators driven by hunger could be persistent. And wolves were no different, emboldened by numbers where a single hunter would slink back into the darkness. Prudence would council remaining on their guard while the packs migrated to wherever they were headed, following whatever herds had brought them to the lands of the Sea-Blessed.

"We will eat well tonight, at any rate." intoned the tribe-leader, nodding towards the kill. The offal would have to be cast far out into the stream to wash away cleanly, downriver of where the kindred bathed, but there was no sense in luring in the predators with the smell of blood and guts if it could be helped.

The thud-thud of the latch-door came again, and the eyes of the men and Maria turned to the stockade. In trudged Sylvia, her lightly sewn fur rucksack filled with tubers and wild roots, but her face downcast. Vladimir greeted her, but a monosyllabic grunt was his only response, and with a shrug he turned to the messy work of skinning and butchering his kill. The pallid black-haired youth glanced over toward the fire as she emptied her pouch of the day's gleanings, and after seeming to hesitate for a time, approached the leader of the clan with her face set.

"Brother of bone, I have a boon to ask of you."

Jarn looked up from his bubbling concoction, eyebrows drawing down in surprise. At his side his wife kept studiously to her work, but the elder was acutely aware that she was suddenly listening very hard to what was said. It was oddly formal language for the wanderer who he thought of as a little sister - the two had always been close. Something was weighing on her heart.

"Sister of sky, speak your mind, and I shall grant your wish if it is within my power to give."

Again Sylvia hesitated, and for long moments the leader of the Sea-Blessed thought she might not speak, then she gave voice to her words all in a breathless rush.

"I ask your blessing to journey far. To follow the Father's bidding upstream, and seek a mate for myself, to see far lands and wild horizons."

Under her dark wild bangs the scout looked over at the burbling Elvira, content in her state of being a child.

"You are bonded to Maria, eldest sister of my heart, and Vittoria has given herself to Vladimir, and I would not be a second wife to any man. The world is wide, and the blessings of the Ancestors many. Bless my yearning for a man of my own, and bless my going forth."

It was a deep request, and Jarn's eyes were shadowed as he considered it. They could not spare two - not even if they had been men or women of the woods, as Sylvia was, able to keep pace with her endurance and speed. There was too much danger here, too many mouths to feed. She would have to go alone, if she were to go at all. And she was so young. No - she had been so young. With a heavy heart Jarn considered the young woman, and with new eyes saw the blossoming of her maturity that he had ignored for years. She was no longer a pallid waif to be guarded and protected, but full-grown, a fit mate for any man, and deserving of her own bond of love and the independence of spirit no longer bound to tribe.

He spoke slowly, but warmly.

"My blessing I give, Sylvia. The years have been kind to you, and I pray they will be kind yet more. Seek beyond the horizon for what the Father has will for you. I ask only this - follow the Great River and the sunset, and never depart from it, so you may always find your way home. I would not give up one of our most beloved if you did not ask for this, but what you say is true - it would be ill of any man to give you only the honor of being his second wife. You deserve more. And you are young, and strong. Carry with you a spear of the Sea-Blessed, and carry my blessing as well, as you seek beyond the horizon for your destiny."

With those words he rose and embraced the youth, and Maria rose too, holding the younger woman long in her arms. His wife's cheeks were wet with tears when they parted. It was a bitter thing, and in the depths of his heart Jarn knew he might never see the not-daughter he had cherished for years ever again. But it would be a cruel thing to trammel her up in this bower, to wait for old age to wither hope from her heart, and joy from her bones.

That night the evening meal was more somber than it had been in many weeks, for the spirits of the tribe were heavy. But they put on their best faces when Sylvia departed the next morning, taking with her a sturdy spear, dried scraps of meat and dry tubers, and one of their heavier pelt-coats. It was what any person would have wanted for themselves if they took the sojourner's path, to be seen off with smiles and a promise of a welcome to come, instead of sadness and fear.

That afternoon the camp was more quiet, and barely a word was spoken. But the cycles of the seasons could not be ignored, and there was always more work to do under the sun.

by **Ostnea** » Fri Jul 12, 2019 11:04 am

Eliphas Clan

Blessings come all at once, or not at all. In this case, the former was true. The Great Spirit had saw fit to shine upon them, and blessed them with both new members and new prey. Cries from the twin boys, as they were considered of the same blood, being born so close to one another, often echoed in the the vast woodland that the clan claimed as their own. They were not cries of fear, nor were they cries of anguish. These boys were blessed with health, and they cried out only for their mother's breast. The mothers of the children were healthy as well, another blessing. Though they would be more or less distracted until the boys could walk and speak, the clan needed them to work, so they did, in between the cries for food and the washing away of waste.

Hillin, though happy to see his child birthed strong, was unnerved by his cries. The long-time hunter of the group had grown accustomed to the sounds of death, the desperate cries for life and mercy from the goats. Often, their high-pitched yelps sounded human-like and in earlier years he'd check his surroundings to see if he was truly alone. In one hunt, one that had seen him stalk a herd for days before striking, he had taken a young goat. It's cries still echoed in his mind, and when the babies cried out, he distanced himself, haunted by the cries that were not too different from those yelped on the hunt. This year he insisted on hunting the plump birds, if only to distance himself from the cries of baby and goat.

Jass, for his part, was a little resistant to the idea that he would give up his new found freedom to hunt, but upon hearing the healthy cries of his firstborn son, quickly folded back into his traditional role of protector of the camp. He'd be spending this year on watch again, but his days were brightened when he was given the task of caring for his newborn. When the little rawhide bag that coddled little Jabe was handed over to Jass, he could not resist the temptation to let the boy see what his father did. Which was mostly standing around on watch for wolves who would most certainly be interested in taking a newborn, but he'd often whisper to his son words of wisdom gain through hard experience. Not to fear the wolf, for they could smell fear, but to stand tall and have a spear ready. That the goats were docile outside of mating season, when the males lost their fear and would face one another in great ramming competitions. Words meant little to one who could not speak back, but it was the thought that counted.

Mabe, when not caring for her newborn, spent the year experimenting with the spear-thrower again. While her mind was often elsewhere, when Jass cared for their child, she felt she could try once again to make the spear-thrower. Now with the faster, more elusive birds as prey for the clan to feast upon, a faster way of throwing spears would be needed. These birds, however, were migratory. No one knew how long they would stay, so time was of the essence. With this in mind, Mabe began work again. She'd also spend her nights in the arms of Jass, wishing to strike while the Great Spirit was blessing them.

Meanwhile, Mala, who had spent the last year gathering wood, prepared to work on improving the shelter of the tribe. A leaky ceiling would not do, when two babes were underneath it. Cold could seep in as well, and that could bring the new ones, strong as they may have come out, to illness. All of this was intolerable, and must be fixed. A sturdy frame would be needed, as would more hides to cover the holes that were already there or had developed over time.

Finally, Etha would spend the year humbly picking berries from the new garden and caring for her son. While Hillin was a ghost most of the time, he would bring meat, and the tribe needed more than that to survive.

by **Saxony-Brandenburg** » Fri Jul 12, 2019 11:15 am

Spring arrives again
The land of the Pentakuk

Spring arrives again into the lands of the Pentakuk, painting the lands green and melting the snow which hath frozen the hardy people in place- clinging to their campfires and shelters, trying their hardest simply to survive. The world around them, though hostile, seemed friendlier by the day. And while there may be struggle ahead, they could rest assured that they could fight it, when the time came. No longer having to make the trek upstream to hunt large game, Aput rejoiced in the migration of the Reindeer, which provided them just as quality of hide as the deer of the hinterlands. With an ample supply of both meat and food - they could pursue a far greater degree of understanding of the world around them. Kakortok, thus far quite used to the goings on of a hunter, was left free to reach a far greater passion of her's, and explore distant, some might say dangerous lands, as she traveled even farther upstream. While back at camp: the matter of children, and their care, took great hours and labor, but was well worth it, as Qimmiq thanked the ancestors and the stars for just the mere sign Nuniq would recover. With ample supplies of hides, and a year of experimentation under her belt, Anjij continued her attempts to create for her family a much warmer form of clothes, something to aid them in the battle against the chill. Having two babies of her own, she was desperate to know they would be well protected and safe, even when outside the warmth of her bosom.

With an abundance of food and time for personal growth: The tribe of the Pentakuk looked out into the future with hopeful eyes, for a better future for the children they kept warm amidst the wind and snow.

by **Ralnis** » Fri Jul 12, 2019 11:25 am

De Wah Del-Aton

(My tribe survives? And they have a child? I feel so bad for this world)

Actions:

2 scholars tried to learn how to transplant fruit bushes in their region to have better access of food
1 warrior and 1 scout hunt hogs and other game known to them
1 worker tends to the child and tries to build a smokehouse to be able to store preserved meat.
1 child get's tended to by the worker so it doesn't die.

by **The Grim Reaper** » Fri Jul 12, 2019 11:48 am

Apophis | Year 4

Apophis seemed to have achieved nothing of note. He had, at least, discovered that there was in fact variation between different types of dirt. This was alone a broadening of his understanding of the world, and he had distilled this into something of a framework. Once he understood that there were, indeed, distinct and different types of dirt, he now knew that he could at least identify one that was 'most appropriate' for his intended usage. He'd effectively mapped out, in the broadest terms, the different soil types in his local area, and had a reasonable understanding of how they responded to the mild variations in weather that he faced.

But it wasn't enough. Just knowing that the soil differed was not sufficient for understanding the differences between them. He knew that categories existed, but not what they were. He would need to consider something further than simply touch. Knowing how the soil felt did not tell him anything useful about actually creating a usable vessel, or any other thing from them. He decided to go about exploring a mechanism other than just touch.

He knew roughly, by feel, some different characteristics of soil. He knew that soil from some locations retained water for different amounts of time, that other soil was more homogenous, and that some soil had different consistencies. So he went to collect some various types of soil. He would use each of these forms of soil to form a small, rather useless size of vessel, for the purposes of prototyping, and leave them out on the beach to dry, to see if any held promise as a permanent vessel. Idly, he considered if they would dry faster if he placed them in the fires he used to cook his fish.

Action: 2nd Year attempting to discover clay.

by **Elerian** » Fri Jul 12, 2019 12:26 pm

Aederfolk

Llyr ran fast as he could. He carried a large stick in one hand for balance, and used the other to swat away branches in his path. Cyhr rode on his back laughing. Llyr's feet were clever and sure as he ran down the narrow trail towards the great sea. A large puddle crossed their path, and he leapt over it with a great amount of effort. Llyr's breath was beginning to come in huffs and heaps, but Cyhr beat his belly with her feet.

"Faster! Faster!" she yelled gleefully.

His feet pounded on the path more slowly. They could now hear the ocean that lay ahead, but remained hidden. Soon though, the trees thinned, and the brush went away to reveal a vast sandy beach. The sapphire waters spread out before them, beautiful and fierce. (I'll finish this later)

by **Sinyal** » Fri Jul 12, 2019 12:42 pm

The Al-Kahabar tribe is graceful that Ti'Fula and Reyla survived and that Arula had healthy twins. The twins names were Quexia and Zebben.

OOC: Sorry for short post, not a lot of time.

by **The Empire of Tau** » Fri Jul 12, 2019 2:18 pm

Mombert, equipped with nothing but his hands, drug a small trench to fit a human body. The dead of Ortrun is a very unfortunate one, but her demise was not left in vein. Ortrun’s child, Hildegunde, was healthy and alive.The task of nursing the newborn child would be left up to Bertille, a very close friend and worker-assistant to Ortrun.

The body of Ortrun was carried by Bertille and Mombert. Ortrun’s corpse now lays beneath the Earth under an unidentified tall tree. The whole Ulm tribe was at the burial, silently morning for their loss. After a minute, they nod to each other as the Ulm tribe goes back to their work as usual. A quick and sad memorial. The tribe of Ulm’s attitude towards death was ...Well, they don’t really know. Whatever the views, they dealt with death quickly. Bury the body and move on in quick fashion. Nothing more or less.

The recent discovery of rudimentary horticulture was a huge achievement for the Ulm tribe. Agriculture as we see it today is still out of reach for the Ulm’s peoples, but this is a stepping stone for future development of ‘real agriculture’. No longer did the workers of Ulm, or in this case, a single worker - Bertille - have to spent large chunks of their time finding foodstuffs. While Bertille did have to forage from time to time, the vast majority of food would now come from planted tubers and grasses (potatoes and rice).

Next on the agenda for Thusnelda and Landriche was to figure out how to store foods in winter or the event of not being able to produce foodstuffs. Thusnelda and Landriche noticed that some dirts were more different than others. On the ground, a bark like pattern was on some dirt, along with being a red-ish pink. This substance was more moddable than mud. Although it was hard to identify one substance from another. The two theorized that the new substance could be used to create a storage vessel to hold food-items, or used for other utilities. Thusnelda and Landriche simply needed to know how to find, Identify, and separate clay from dirt and sand. While finding raw pure clay would be best - most deposits would likely small or too hard to find within the local area.

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