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A great story, i believe there is a Spore story forum at the official spore forums now.
The Infinite Horizons: A Tale of Spore
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Terrance888
Discord Reigns
I love it. I tried to make a creature just like that. Keep Going!
Fae looked at the end of his Staff, eyeing the wriggling fish with an air of contentment and accomplishment. Placing it into his crudely-woven basket, he set out back towards the village.
This was a time of great changes, and Fae knew it more than anyone else. Many of his people had come to live in the village, swelling its numbers. A round, wooden hall had been constructed for shelter and comfort, and an altar to Seileen, the Voice of the World. Upon it rested the village’s store of food, to receive the blessings of the Voice.
The village was not the only place of change. Fae contemplated the changes in his own people. Shortly after his revelations, and during the construction of the hall, his people had titled themselves ‘Faecua’, the people of Fae. Their leader, personally, considered this to be entirely unnecessary, but his followers were insistent. Extending on this, each villager took a name of their own, partly out of a desire to be like Fae- who had titled himself early in his life simply out of an immature desire to accentuate his uniqueness- and partly out of necessity, to clarify communication.
Visibly, the villagers had begun to clad themselves with various objects. A cloak of shed shells was worn by each, for protection and warmth. Some skilled hunters placed trophies of their successes upon themselves- Fae himself had the skull of a rampaging beast which had once threatened his tribe bound to the end of his staff. Finally, all of the population wore two wooden amulets, one between the eyes and one atop of the mouth, each blessed by the Voice.
Any further contemplations were ended as Fae re-entered the village. A young child, Tapai, smiled up at him, and Fae fluttered his eyes in greeting. Placing the food on the altar, Fae called to several others standing around the fire. The waters were dropping, and soon fish and other animals of the coast would be stranded, and easy to catch.
Thus did daily life go on, in the village of the Faecua. However, Fae had no doubt that things were going to continue to change. Some of his foragers reported a strange bit of the forest, where the trees walked and spoke. Many rich tales were woven around the campfire, and Fae knew that there was some amount of truth in all of them.
Just how much, however, remained to be seen.
Daftpanzer
canonically ambiguous
Awesome 
I think you've managed to create something truly unique there.
I think you've managed to create something truly unique there.Verae smacked his lips appreciatively, his tentacle-like out-tongues cleaning scraps of fishmeat off of his mouth. It had been a good meal… Verae allowed himself to doze off, to the drone of stories around the fire.
Suddenly, a cry. The Faecua fell silent, Verae roused himself from slumber. The cry called out again, indistinctly.
“Who is it?”
Verae recognized the voice as that of his brother, Serae. He leapt up, grabbing his hunting spear, and ran off towards the sound. He was quick to find it.
Before him was a party of many-limbed beasts, bearing weapons. Below them was the dead body of Serae. Verae’s eyes dilated at the sight. With a feral scream, he flung himself towards the nearest beast, which raised its spear in defense. Verae spat at his enemy at the last moment, then hurled his spear. It struck the beast in the leg, and it reeled back, with a roar of pain. Verae leapt, his talon-like feet landing in the creature’s soft side. Blindly, he kicked and hacked and spat, thinking of nothing but destruction. A thrown spear glanced off of his hard cloak, but the maddened Faecua paid it no heed.
Now, the other Faecua were arriving, some with their spears in hand. Crying out as well, they joined the fray. Spears soon exhausted, they fell into a brutal melee. Talon and claw, tooth and spit flew, and after a few chaotic moments it was over. The invaders were fallen- one last injured survivor made a futile roar, and fled. The Faecua screamed back at him, waving their spears and stomping.
It was now that the losses were realized. Serae lay dead in the distance- his brother was sprawled much closer, spear still in hand. Cries of rage turned to cries of grief, as the group gathered around the bodies. It was now that the elderly Chief Fae approached the site of the battle.
“Fae!”
“Sir!”
The cries for an answer went unheeded, as Fae dropped to his knees to check Verae.
“He is gone…” spoke Fae sadly. He looked upwards over the carnage, eyes trembling.
“What will we do?”
The entire tribe looked plaintively to their leader, needing an answer.
“Gather the bodies. Those lost are to be consumed- they will strengthen us for the future.”
“The future? What shall happen then?”
“We will do to these beasts what has been done to us. Fraes, Tisae- follow the tracks of these invaders- capture or kill those who escaped. Find their origin, and return to us.”
“Yes Sir!”
“Then…” spoke Fae, very slowly, “We will move against these evil creatures, and destroy them.”
A mixed reaction traveled throughout the village. Some were fearful, others vengeful, but all united in their trust of Fae. The Faecua prepared for war.
Suddenly, a cry. The Faecua fell silent, Verae roused himself from slumber. The cry called out again, indistinctly.
“Who is it?”
Verae recognized the voice as that of his brother, Serae. He leapt up, grabbing his hunting spear, and ran off towards the sound. He was quick to find it.
Before him was a party of many-limbed beasts, bearing weapons. Below them was the dead body of Serae. Verae’s eyes dilated at the sight. With a feral scream, he flung himself towards the nearest beast, which raised its spear in defense. Verae spat at his enemy at the last moment, then hurled his spear. It struck the beast in the leg, and it reeled back, with a roar of pain. Verae leapt, his talon-like feet landing in the creature’s soft side. Blindly, he kicked and hacked and spat, thinking of nothing but destruction. A thrown spear glanced off of his hard cloak, but the maddened Faecua paid it no heed.
Now, the other Faecua were arriving, some with their spears in hand. Crying out as well, they joined the fray. Spears soon exhausted, they fell into a brutal melee. Talon and claw, tooth and spit flew, and after a few chaotic moments it was over. The invaders were fallen- one last injured survivor made a futile roar, and fled. The Faecua screamed back at him, waving their spears and stomping.
It was now that the losses were realized. Serae lay dead in the distance- his brother was sprawled much closer, spear still in hand. Cries of rage turned to cries of grief, as the group gathered around the bodies. It was now that the elderly Chief Fae approached the site of the battle.
“Fae!”
“Sir!”
The cries for an answer went unheeded, as Fae dropped to his knees to check Verae.
“He is gone…” spoke Fae sadly. He looked upwards over the carnage, eyes trembling.
“What will we do?”
The entire tribe looked plaintively to their leader, needing an answer.
“Gather the bodies. Those lost are to be consumed- they will strengthen us for the future.”
“The future? What shall happen then?”
“We will do to these beasts what has been done to us. Fraes, Tisae- follow the tracks of these invaders- capture or kill those who escaped. Find their origin, and return to us.”
“Yes Sir!”
“Then…” spoke Fae, very slowly, “We will move against these evil creatures, and destroy them.”
A mixed reaction traveled throughout the village. Some were fearful, others vengeful, but all united in their trust of Fae. The Faecua prepared for war.
Izipo
Hardcore casual gamer
Thanks, Iggy.
Daftpanzer
canonically ambiguous
I'm outraged just reading about this brutal attack. I trust that you will exterminate the enemy tribe in a suitably punishing manner!
PS: Great stuff once again, I really like how you've created a unique and realistic looking race.
PS: Great stuff once again, I really like how you've created a unique and realistic looking race.
DroopyTofu
Double Bass Double Bass
Nice start. Planning on finishing? 
Daftpanzer
canonically ambiguous
He's clearly stalking your post history, Iggy. One might give him the benefit of the doubt and say he is trying to learn about our glorious NESer history
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