The first ellection, the call for a chief of chiefs.
The people, as they now called themselves, first came together many years ago from different areas and different clans. Now, they were brought together at the dawn of our civilization. Powerful personalities had risen from among the people. Under the weight of providence and the inertia of change, they had gathered in the large clearing around the great ancient cairn, simply called "The Rock." It was a place to settle disputes, a place to speak one's mind to those who would listen.
Hundreds had gathered. It was a sight to behold, especially considering the few who had first been named the people. Out of this few had grown many, and more came in, seaking refuge from the savagery of the wilds outside of the clearing. Now there were many tents strewn about the clearing centered on "the Rock"; a public place that was always crowded with happy people drinking away their concerns or talking about the strange things they had seen or heard. Recent votes and decisions were a key topic, but so was the mud pit in the middle of the room, and reports of recent bouts. Far away from the center of the clearing was a large tent with wafts of smoke billowing out of the flaps, where the people prayed to the gods and other mystical figures for rescue from the savagery of their world, some following the practices of the Church of Giruvegan, others simply praying and hoping. Many of the other tents were simple dwellings, not much more than shelter from the weather. A few were larger and were where the guilds and factions met to discuss things and discuss the other factions and guilds.
Today, the People stopped everything, they had finally agreed that they needed a leader, a faction to govern their lives and lead them into the future.
First to speak was a large man in dear skin and bear hide with a club at his side, named DaveShack. He spoke of a strength from within of building the people up and ensuring their survival through great works and commerce. He spoke of how his people had always had success through a chosen chief, supported by a chosen council to represent the village and support the Chief through their knowledge and skills. A great number of people were swayed by his moving speach and the promise of great works and a strength of stone. They formed the Tribal Council Faction.
Next to speak was a proud Chieftain, named AluminumKnight, who spoke of unifying the people through the Mystical practices of shamans, especially those of the Church of Giruvegan. He spoke of a strong religious rule, where only faithful worship and religious strength through the gods would preserve the people. Several were moved by an inner calling to show favor to the gods to receive their blessing and protection. They formed the Mysticracy Faction.
Then came Provolution, a young man in with rough leather hides in the form of protective clothing, and a cudgel on his belt. He prowdly issued a call to strength. Provolution spoke of the vast evils and the savages that ruled the lands outside of their villages. He called for military might, and a military ruler, who would direct the people, and create a fighting force of the people to repel the dangers from the outside world. Several were swayed through their own personal experience of the evils outside and by a desire for stronger protections. They formed the Warlord Faction.
Next came Rashiminos, garbed in soft charcoal stained dearskin and charcoal on his face and hands, who spoke of the intrigue between the other leaders, and how he felt that he was best capable of controlling them all for the betterment of the People.
Finally strode in a weathered man with a sincere look on his face, his clothing was more suited to thinking on matters and he was known to be one who enjoyed planning things and helping others with plans, but he was not a man of war, nor was he overly religious, thinking that mystical practices were not supported by his practical teachings. Instead, he spoke of learning about the outside world. He spoke of leading the people through knowledge. Many heard him, and joined the Faction of the Phylosopher's Legion.
In this early time, people wanted strength, they wanted stability, they needed direction. The Tribal Council and the Phylopher's factions began to amass power and influence among the people. The people were busy with the need to prepare the year's harvest and with other projects that their households needed to complete. They were not interested in being a part of something as much as they were interested in being lead.
Alliances began to form around the Church of Giruvegan at first, and then the factions tied to the Church began to see their goals come into alignment through their common association. A militant and organized man, named NZL rose to power as the new chief of the Warlord faction and moved with precision to strike a deal brokered by the Church and the Phylosopher's faction, under the Zodiark Strider, and the Chief Shattered. Strider was also now the Chief of the Mysticracy Faction. From this union arose the Triad Coalition, an alliance whose strength far surpassed the Tribal Council, which had remained unassociated with the Church.
Now, the people had two choices, either the Triad Coalition, under Shattered or the Tribal Council, under DaveShack. A great debate was held, where tribe members were asked to review the ellection platforms and pose questions to the rivals seaking to lead the tibe. Prominent members from each faction spoke and presented their arguments to the tribe. Louder and louder rose the shouts to support the Triad Coalition, but the Tribal Faction held firm, as resolute as their leader. The people cried out for a vote, to make the decision once and for all.
Into that chaos, strode a large man, the largest man among the people. Timus the Protector was an outsider among people who hadn't known each other for more than the past several months. He had been a member of the Tribal Council, but had recently left. He bellowed out a call for the People to fall in behind him and let him guard them alone in his powerful hands. For some, he was their gods' answer.
Out of the dust and conflict, out of this clash of titans, the Triad Coalition rose victorious and was proclaimed the first Prime Faction of the People.