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.
