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Apr 01, 2008, 06:11 PM
The Blastoid gazes out at the bountiful land before him, seeing rivers and forests, fish in the distance and animals grazing on the grassland.
The Blastoid turns to his fellow citizens.
We have found a rich and bountiful land here, it is time to ponder where to leave our tents and build more permanent dwellings.
I suggest directly to the southeast, as it brings the fish within range of our nets and the wild boars to the north could be tamed. The river, though to the north could be easily accessed and would supply us with commerce. The hills will give us enough resources to build. This would be a great city of commerce and learning, a fitting seat for the Philosophers.
Apr 01, 2008, 07:01 PM
Blackstone nods... And land for great armies to spring from, to build warriors for the guild of brothers material and the Wepons Faction... And the view of the endless sea to explore... Sighs, But will not the heathy clensing of the river give our city growth? And are not hills more defendable than plains?
Apr 01, 2008, 07:19 PM
Master of the Hunt Prochon gazed into the horizon from the hilltop, he observed the straggling nomads, his clan and family in the far distance, 3 days or so away. He knew they only had net and linen, and they failed to get any fish in the river. They starved, he knew, which is why he went for the coast. There he could see the water simmer of life and activity, with joy he saw the fish jumped up above the waterline.
The Master of the Hunt built a huge pyre on the top of that hill, it took him 3 days to build it with the help of his men, the same time it would take for the nomads to get down to the beach. The Warlords, as the warrior clan on the hill called themselves, liked good foods. They knew there were wild boars up north, and some juniper bushes farther south, which berries they used for warpaint, in blues and reds. Westwards, deep forests loomed over the river. Prochon knew Shattered and his men came for the fish, so he went down there for preparing the site for the main tribe. They let the hill burn, even a full forest fire began, and that fire engulfed the little forest that was there. The smoke attracted the main tribe, dragging their fishing nets behind them. The fishing nets, futile in the rivers, where now used to drag elderly and young babies, unable to walk for long stretches.
Back then, from the time we walked inland, we used fishing nets to drag things, until the Philosophers came up with the wheel. This was how Warlords and Faith Protectors were impressed, and let Shattered and his crafty men form the first city. Warlords were strong warriors and brave scouts, but using wheels and such to build things... far to risky for them.
As the Warlords, guided by Master of the Hunt Prochon, came to the beach, they saw some strange things, they though them to be rocks at first. But the inside of it looked and smelled just like the inside of a woman. They even found small shiny beads in some of these things. Prochon also felt enthused by eating the inside of these rocks, and the fruits were natural, Prochon became the father to many half brothers and half sisters of the tribe, thanks to this luring, velvety meat inside these rocks, that made him mad about the tribes women.
Prochon heard the Philosophers did not like these seashells, as they were to be named by the masses, or virgin rocks as named by the Warlords. The Genesis of the Warlords even suggested women evolved from these virgin rocks, as they mated with the men inland.
To no avail, the seashells produced no offsprings, but caused some nasty skin diseases among some of the hunters, so that practice ended soon, for some. If the Philosophers did not want rock virgins in their city, maybe the warlords, not the pious protectors, would get it.
Apr 02, 2008, 12:05 PM
Aelbeorht sat on the ground, cross-legged, as he listened to the tribe argue heatedly on where they should establish their settlement. Shaking his head in sorrow as the argument grew even louder, he closed his eyes and breathed in the air, silently mouthing unreadable words. A great gust of wind then blew through the camp, and Aelbeorht rose, pulling down his hood.
"Hush!" he shouted, and many of the people there stopped their arguing and shifted their attention to him. He lowered his voice to barely more than whisper, and those who were still debating were quickly hushed by others.
"Listen," he began, his eyes scanning the crowd as they quieted, "Can't you hear it? The caress of waves falling against the shore?" Many looked around, confused. They were near the coast, yes, but not close enough to hear the waves! Aelbeorht closed his eyes again, lifted his head, and continued, "Can you hear the sound of oars cutting the water? What about the trickling of water from a full net of plump fish?" He paused. "Can you hear the sizzling of those fish, slowly cooking to perfection over a campfire around which your brothers and sisters are gathered?" He opened his eyes, again scanning the crowd. "My friends, the spirits are calling us. The sea is calling us." With that Aelbeorht sat down, resuming his earlier position, and awaited the decision.
Apr 02, 2008, 12:16 PM
Seidrik, a born hunter, the Lord of Barbeque, looked to the north...his mouth savering the future taste of barbequed boar...Then he looked to the east and could see that the waters there ran deep and full of fish and clams...He had always been more of a hunter than a fisherman though.
His clan was claimed months ago by barbarians, and they knew how to hunt and how to harness the rock. These new people were masters of fishing, which still produced tasty meals, but were no where near as satisfying as boar or cattle. Their mastery of the wheel though had made many routine tasks more easy on his back, so he was inclined to stick with the heard of people, especially since he had grown relationships with several of them.
His own Tribal Faction had lost out on their first Chief of Chiefs moot, but there would be others, and this heard of people seemed destined for great things.
He headed toward the large fire on the hill started by the Warband with hope and confidence in the future.
Apr 02, 2008, 12:27 PM
((Nice that you took the Aedelbeorth name ^^))
Waldheri couldn't make up his choice. The perfect spot to found the city of the Triad would be directly to their south, for the three hills around the valley stood for the three factions of the Triad. But the ocean was calling and the people were hungry. After long debate and alot of philosophising he came to the conclusion that reason was more important for the people than symbolics. To the southeast it should be then. He was now only waiting for the Enlightened One to give the order.
Apr 02, 2008, 03:01 PM
"I must agree with Aelbeorht. The ocean calls us. The lands to the southeast are filled with rolling plains, ready for us. There are tons of food right off the shore, assuring our citizens be fed when the first winter comes. There has been talk of moving south a great great distance, and then to the east. Looking at the land, it would be a perferable destination. Yet, the distance to reach it is vast, and I intend to start building our settlement within this year. Much life comes from the great water, so let our nation profit from this bounty as well."
Apr 02, 2008, 03:08 PM
The vast sea, or "the Great Water" as most people called it, was in the minds of us all. Who knows where it will lead us? Shores of endless miles long, water as far as the eye could reach, stories of unlimited food! Some people already eagerly packed their belongings and waited for the final word to march for the coast.
Apr 03, 2008, 07:01 AM
Seidrik turns to the Chief of Chiefs and bows his back briefly with his hands in front of him, palms up, and arms slightly angled outward. Shattered, lead us, and take us where you feal is best. Our people are wearry of travelling and want to get on with their lives.
Apr 03, 2008, 07:13 AM
Master of the Hunt Prochon gazed at the fledgling group of nomads dragging towards the beach, dragging elderly, babies and possessions behind them on their fishing nets, nets that failed to catch fish in the river. One guy was rolling on a wheel he just invented, some called him Shattered the Roller, Shattered the Spinner or Shattered the Unifier. Right now, we had no beasts of burden, so we could only use the wheel to spin plants into clothing, wheel of fortune or as a symbol of stature. The fishing nets were the main means of transportation beyond using our own legs.
If those poor nomads cannot make it to the virgin rocks with the velvety meat inside it, the Warlords may well get it.