Create a Village - V.1 Closed and Under Construction

My gallery · by **Katrione** » Thu Dec 28, 2017 3:19 pm

Number of People: 2 | Female: 1 | Male: 1
Next visit with Ancestors: 01-03-18

Eldthora crouched next to the fire, dropping a new log on the dying flames. Immediately, the flames enveloped the fresh log, eating hungrily at the new source of energy. The crimson haired girl looked up when she heard heavy boots thumping against the wooden floor. She rose to her feet, reaching out and clasping the large man's wrist, him doing the same to her. "Welcome back." Eldthora said, releasing his wrist. "I trust you found the barracks easily, Bjorn." The High Queen turned and headed back towards her chair, settling down in it and crossing one leg over her knee.

Bjorn, a large fiery-haired man, settled on a chair opposite of her. "Yes, I did. They are still a little beat up but I'm sure I will be able to have them fixed up in no time." He set a bag down between them, opening the claw clasp and rifling through the contents before pulling out several old daggers. "I found these there, I thought you might want to hold onto them until we have warriors to use them."

The High Queen nodded slowly and reached out, taking the daggers from the War Chief. "Thank you." She said before setting the daggers down on the table. "Have you found a suitable house that you want to stay in here?"

"Yes, I did." Bjorn said, sealing his bag and rising back to his feet. "I should be going there now, it's getting late and we're going to need all of the energy we can get if we're going to go on patrol tomorrow. Goodnight, my queen." He said, briefly taking her hand in his to place a kiss on it before turning and disappearing into the night.

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"Enough, enough." Bjorn panted, furiously pushing his long, red hair back from his face and collapsing onto his back, throwing his practice sword off to the side as he did so. Eldthora threw her head back, letting out a loud and boisterous laugh before dropping her sword as well and sitting next to him.

Eldthora reached over and touched a bruise that was already starting to form on Bjorn's chest. "My war chief should be better at fighting than I am." She taunted, a smug smirk on her lips. Bjorn raised his arm away from his eyes to glare at the younger woman.

"Bite me." He snapped before smiling and pushing himself up into a sitting position, shoving his hair back from his face again. "Ugh!! I should just cut this stupid hair. It always gets in my eyes."

Eldthora tilted her head to the side before reaching up to her own hair, pulling the leather string out of her braid. "Here, let me fix it." She ordered before scooting around to sit behind him, immediately getting to work on braiding Bjorn's hair.

"Ow, ow, ow! Be careful, woman!" Bjorn roared, struggling to get away from Eldthora's hands. Eldthora scoffed and whacked him on the back of the head, earning a baffled look.

"Stay still, you fool." Eldthora laughed, finishing off the braid and tying it with the leather strand. "There, you big baby." She pushed herself onto her feet. Bjorn rubbed his temples, trying to rub away the pain that lingered there.

"You're so mean." Bjorn mumbled, getting to his feet.

"Oh, get over it."

[ Eldthora asked the ancestors for any person or animal to join her village ]
[ Eldthora and Bjorn go on a hunting patrol ]
[ Eldthora and Bjorn go on a border patrol ]

My gallery · by **amethyst14** » Sat Dec 30, 2017 5:24 am

Season:

Summer

Weather:

Summer is now in full swing, it has become increasingly hot these last few weeks. Crops will wither if they are not properly tended to. Prey will start to hide the day away as they try to avoid the coming heat wave. Nomads and wanderers will become more frequent as they try to settle down and escape the heat.

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NightWolf950 wrote:
[Takeshi goes on a patrol.
Adilya researches medicine.
Phoenix goes to gather food.
Axel goes hunting.

Question. Did Phoenix gather anything last time?]

Takeshi ran into a war chief and their younger sibling, a scout.
Adilya gained a knowledge point.
Phoenix gathered an onion. (He gathered two figs last time)
Axel caught a rabbit.
The war chief's traits are: ST-F9 | HC-52 | HS-S | EC-Hazel | Human
The scout's traits are: ST-F7 | HC-72 | HS-S | EC-DBrown | Human
Easthaven Shiokaze has 0 more fasting days. You will now need to feed your people.

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Katrione wrote:
[ Eldthora asked the ancestors for any person or animal to join her village ]
[ Eldthora and Bjorn go on a hunting patrol ]
[ Eldthora and Bjorn go on a border patrol ]

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ilhdc7 wrote:Ulrica
ancestors visit; atticus wishes for a hunter
hunting; lavanda & atticus hunt for food & more people
gathering; Beethoven looks for seeds or fruits/vegetables
shaman training; Sawyer researches crystal healing & looks for lost people

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Chinchy wrote:The Xogi Tribe
[Kubar hunts (and hopes to find other people)]

Kubar caught a monkey with the help of a hunter.
The hunter's traits are: ST-C7 / HC-78 / HS-AC / EC-Hazel / Kemonomimi (10)
The Xogiáagaó Tribe has 4 more fasting days.

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aesthetic. wrote:
[ Alfio scouts ]
[ Adara hunts ]
[ Kehlani requests a shaman ]

Alfio finds a group of nomadic shapeshifters, maybe he can convince a few to stay.
Adara caught two crabs.
The ancestors sent a shaman.
The shaman's traits are: ST-D2 / HC-120 / HS-HW / EC-Brown / X-Human
Valourae Sol has 2 more fasting days.

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Simonpet wrote:Black Rock Weyr
Ershar and Jesni try for children
Seanni and Rosanth explore
Abesses, Borrin, and Ershar hunt
Jesni fishes
Borrin and Ershar look for seeds

Jesni is expecting, she is due in two posts.
Seanni and Rosanth do not find anything of importance.
Abesses, Borrin and Ershar caught a bovine.
Jesni caught a small fish.
Borrin and Ershar gathered 4 blueberries but had no luck with seeds.
Black Rock Weyr has 1 more fasting day.

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bel. wrote:
↪ Nikolas searches for herbs and recruits.
↪ Aleksandra goes scouting.

Nikolas gained a knowledge skill.
Aleksandra ran into a nomadic group of vampires. She can convince them to join her, or be on their way.
The Smoke has 3 more fasting days.
(There are no herbs in CaV. It explains it on the front. However you can RP/Write in your post him finding some.)

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lame loser. wrote:Raven's Brigade
[ Sultan goes on a border patrol ]
[ Sultan and Halisi go hunting ]

Sultan finds a scout while on patrol.
Sultan and Halisi caught an arowana.
The scout's traits are: ST-D1 | HC-104 | HS-HW | EC-LBrown | Human
Raven's Brigade has 3 more fasting days.

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Night♕ wrote:

The Lord of New Silver -- Lady Daisy Romero is the Lord (Head Chief) of New Silver. She brave and kind, but will choose what is best for those she loves than what is best for her. She is the only daughter of Kaia Romero, the goddess the first villages in the area worshiped. She is a Kitsune, which means she has fox ears and a fox tail, and can somewhat communicate with foxes, but most of the foxes find Kitsunes fishy.

Ranks
✧ Head Chief - Lord
✧ Shaman - Healer
✧ Warriors - Guards
✧ Scout Chief - Lead Scout
✧ Scouts
✧ Hunting Chief - Lead Hunter
✧ Hunters
✧ Gatherers - Farmers
✧ Apprentices
✧ Testers - Trainees
✧ Mothers
✧ Children
✧ Elders

Territory - The territory of New Silver is on a cliff at a beach, with the furthermost ends lowering into a forest. There is a waterfall beside the village, with a small pond at the source, where the Shrine to Kaia is.

Prey
✧ Small Mammals - Rabbit, Hare, Squirrel
✧ Medium Mammals - Fawn, Calf
✧ Large Mammals - Deer, Moose, Cattle
✧ Small Birds - Sparrow
✧ Medium Birds - Heron
✧ Small Fish - Minnow
✧ Medium Fish - Cod/Salmon
✧ Large Fish - Cod/Salmon

New Silver has been founded!
Your leader's traits are: ST-D3 | HC-110 | HS-LW | EC-Brown | Kemonomimi
New Silver has 5 more fasting days.
(Remember 4 meats, 3 veggies, 3 fruits for now. Once the market gets running I will allow an increase)

My gallery · by **sharklord** » Sat Dec 30, 2017 6:10 am

Number of People: 1
Year: 1
Next visit with Ancestors: Now

Daisy sighed, glancing around the old village. She would have to fix it up, and convince some people to stay and help. Thinking of her childhood friend, Lucas, Daisy wondered if she could find him and his horse. Walking through the land belonging to her new village, Daisy called out for her friend anxiously. "Lucas!" She yelled, her ears twitching, tail flicking. Where is that black-haired man?

[Daisy patrols]
[Daisy looks for her childhood friend Lucas, and his horse]
[Daisy hunts]

My gallery · by **NightWolf950** » Sat Dec 30, 2017 10:49 am

Number of People: 6 ( 2 males | 4 females)
Next visit with Ancestors: January 5th
Servings Needed: 6

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[Takeshi asks the ancestors for a new member (doesn't matter the rank).
Takeshi patrols.
Adilya studies medicine.
Butch protects the village.
Nancy goes scouting.
Axel goes hunting.
Phoenix goes and gathers.

Easthaven Shiokaze consumes x2 potatoes.]

My gallery · by **Chinch Bug** » Sat Dec 30, 2017 11:29 am

The Xogi tribe
Number of People: 2
Servings needed: 2

Kubar sat quietly in the branches, watching a spider monkey browsing another tree for food. She slowly and quietly strung her bow, aiming and firing at the long-limbed animal, hoping to have caught it in the heart or throat. The monkey fled, alerting most likely everything nearby to the presence of danger. But she only intended to take one life for now anyway. She chased after, no doubt seeming a bit like a monkey herself as she swung and jumped from branch to branch in pursuit. To her surprise, a man crashed down from above as the monkey fled past, trapping it under...talons. The man, a tanned adult, a bit taller than her, dark brown bush of hair, as she noted in the brief moment she was frozen. She got out a dagger/knife, slinging her bow over her shoulder as the man turned, a cruel, cold look in his eyes as he stared at her over his shoulder, digging sharp talons into the struggling spider monkey.
"This land belongs to the Xogi." Kubar declared, staring back defiantly. "As does that monkey. I must ask you to give it to me."
The man only laughed, crouching down to snap the prey's neck, picking the monkey up by the tail and slinging it over his shoulder.
"Oh, really, princess? If you were part of some tribe, I doubt you would be wandering around on your own out here. You're just a loner like I am." He grinned, turning to her. She noticed now the black feathers over his shoulders and the pale orange feathers coating his chest. "But I'd be willing to make a deal. You give me that weapon and I give you...half the monkey. How's that sound?" The bird-man made it sound like such a great deal. Too bad she wasn't going to take it.
"No thanks. I'd like the whole monkey and my arrow both back instead. And you? Get off my land. Before I pluck and toss your body to the sharks." She slashed at him, only for him to kick her legs out from under her, thus causing her to fall and just barely cling onto the branch, growling at him.
"Sorry princess. But one more deal. It gets kinda lonely living like this, I'm sure. And your weapons seem quite interesting. So. We both keep the monkey, you get some company and I learn how to make those? Sound fair?" He carefully hovered his talons over her head, snagging one of her ears and tearing into it. Kubar grit her teeth as she felt blood trickle from the cut, a searing pain coming from the damaged ear.
"Fine!" She shouted, cursing at him internally. The man above her smiled warmly now, grabbing her arm with his hand, thank god, and pulling her up to where she could climb the rest of the way easily.
"Great. Lead the way to what you call your tribe, princess." He picked up her dropped knife, holding it up too high for her to reach as she attempted such. "I'll carry that for you, princess. Just lead the way."
She huffed, slamming her foot over his, punching him in the stomach and holding him up as he curled into himself in pain, the air knocked out of him.
"Come along then." She said sweetly, turning and heading back towards her home, humming happily. She looked back every so often to see if the intruder and now possibly new recruit was still following and that he was.

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The rain was pouring hard, yet Kubar was well protected under a shelter woven from foliage, not to mention the protection the trees would naturally also give. The birdman was forced to huddle closer as he didn't seem to want to get wet more than necessary. The head chief had started a fire upon having skinned the monkey, the meat held up shakily over the flame with branches.
"So, where do you come from? Got a name?" The horse woman asked, trying to lighten the mood, what's the point of being with someone if they were just going to sit there and listen to the rain? She could do that anytime she wanted even before.
"Name? Not really. All you need to know is that I got kicked out of my tribe." The man shrugged his feathered shoulders, flinching at the sudden sound of howler monkeys. They seemed a distance away, but the calls were still ridiculously loud.
"Ah. I guess people like us aren't particularly wanted. My dad took me out here. We didn't always live in the rainforest. But he figured I had better chances to survive out here than back at home...he...a caiman got him. He was trying to teach me to fish." Kubar shrugged her shoulders, trying to get rid of the weight that burdened her at the memory. She heard the hunter sigh, giving her a pat on the back. "Well, you could use a little work on your hunting skills, princess. And I need to learn to make weapons and...fire. So we both have things to learn from each other." Kubar snorted, giving the man a confused look after such a clunky attempt at changing the subject. "Yeah yeah...You really need a name, though. Plema? Sound good?" The horse nudged his arm.
"Plema? Really? At least make it Talon or something. Feather just sounds stupid." She noticed the feathers on his chest puff ever so slightly as he snapped back.
"Plema it is then. And for the record, my name's not princess, it's Kubar." She gently moved the monkey, trying to see how it was cooking, nearly throwing the meat in the actual fire or on the ground as the newly named Plema burst out laughing.
"Kubar?! That has got to be a joke!"
"Oh, shut it, you. If it fell, you were going to go out hunting right this instant. I don't care if you'll get wet!"

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Over the course of the year, Kubar and Plema grew ever closer. The coldness and tension slowly dissipated, the two freely joking and teasing each other, teaching one another what they knew and working on their own skills at the same time. Kubar had learned how to aim better, how to use a spear more effectively and actually learned a lot more about how different animals behave. Plema had even managed to teach her how to fish, though she still feared this method of hunting so it was largely avoided. Plema had mostly just learned how to craft tools, start fires and cook food, thoughKubar never could get over how he would often try to break open bones and eat the marrow.

"Nice catch, princess!" The vulture shouted after Kubar skewered a capybara on a spear, finishing it off by slitting its throat. He himself strung his bow and nearly shot down a parrot trying to fly by.
"Thanks! Better luck next time!" The horse laughed. Plema rolled his eyes, getting down to the ground where she was, pushing her away and picking up the large rodent. "Come on. We can stash this back at camp and you can go look for those vegetables you love so much, you weird-o." He pushed through the undergrowth, heading in deeper into the rainforest, Kubar on his heels.
"Oh, come on. You eat bone marrow. Bone marrow!" She shoved him, making him fall backwards, taking the capybara from him and walking around him as he sat up.

[Kubar gathers vegetables]
[Plema hunts]
[Kubar and Plema study surrounding plants]

My gallery · by **Chamrosh** » Sat Dec 30, 2017 12:56 pm

Nuudotkhyat
1F | 3M
Next visit with Ancestors: ?
Food: 0 Servings (2 more)

xxxxTwo elven sets of fingers held each other tight together, their owners curled behind a boulder, seeking whatever shelter they could find. A hulking figure, armed with a spear, just fit behind the cover provided, but his back pressed flat against the stone, its every edge and spur digging straight past hi furs and into his skin.
xxxxMelor had seen the raiders come, had seen their torches, and had known he stood no chance. He had known no one stood a chance. The main bulk of the warriors had left the village already to fight them as they approached from down below. They had had shields over their heads so that their bows did nothing, and the drop was so sheerly vertical that a thrown boulder would never be able to maintain a true path without hitting a plant on the way down and being intercepted.
xxxxHe had run to the chief, and begged that he let the others go, let them be safe, and leave – and he had agreed, many had. But they had been met in an ambush the other way, and had to turn back.
xxxxAnd as much as Melor had wanted to be brave, to fight directly – frankly, they stood no chance. And so, like a coward, and fearing he’d be known as one, he’d practically dragged one of the hunters after him, trying to at least save someone. In turn, Pema had delayed, wanting to protect her littlest brother, the only one of her brothers who she had seen since the initial deaths took place.
xxxxIn the panic, there was no time for negotiation. Melor knew the family well enough to pick out the boy, backing away in fear from the flames that had nearly entirely replaced the walls of their home, and were now using the beams of the house above him as their own home, his skin darkened with smoke and ash, and knew his own abilities well enough to charge through the blaze, quickly sling the slight figure over his enormous shoulders, and barrel out again, bare moments before the structure collapsed.
xxxxPema had sprinted over, crying, her hand grazing Gyatso’s cheek for the barest second – as long as she could spare for tenderness – before following Melor, as he fled. A narrow gap in the rock lead to a cave network, and then a large empty space once used to shelter livestock during thunderstorms which would never see that use again, to a split in the passage, and just behind the fork, Melor stopped, panting heavily. It was as much the effort of sprinting with a boy on his shoulders as the smoke he’d inhaled in his efforts to save a life.
xxxxSilently – or in as close an attempt as they could manage with their panting breaths, Melor knelt down, allowing the elven boy off his shoulders. Pema passed over her father’s spear – all she now had of him – and quickly put a hand to her shoulder to check she had enough arrows. One was whipped out precisely, and pressed tight against a bow Melor was sure she hadn’t had in her hand a moment before, and the two weapon points headed in opposite directions, in case of ambush, the two of them not having to communicate their worries. Pema was hardly a skilled warrior, but an arrow through the neck would kill a man as easily as a sheep.
xxxxGyatso curled against the rock, initially in a spot where stalictites dangled from the cave roof like so many icicles along the edge of their house on a cold day; a sight that would never great them again. But as the fingers of rock dropped damp cave tears on the back of his neck, Gyatso slowly shuffled away from them, not needing any reminders. He curled tight in a ball, his forearms clasped in front of his knees, and tried to keep his tears even quieter than the cave’s.
xxxxAfter what felt like many hours, Pema had curled down beside him and offered him a hug. Melor pressed himself in against the rock, such that someone unknown to his manner – his tense back and battle-ready stance on the nearly comically small spear – might believe him to be feeling more relaxed.

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xxxxPema sighed heavily.
xxxx"We must go out. I hate to think we might be killed by them still, yet should we stay, surely we would meet our end at a fate far worse. Hunger, thirst or cold, perhaps, but I would rather not learn which.”
xxxxMelor nodded, solemnly.
xxxx"Come on, then.” They’d been in the cave for nearly a day now, and despite the moist, cold air, his mouth burned with the need for water, and he had clearly heard Gyatso’s stomach roar (nearly as loudly as his own).
xxxxMelor had lowered his weapon at some point, but one hand had stayed on the wood, even as he hit the floor. Sitting, he was still far taller than the elves, them barely making it half way up his ribcage, and Pema was hardly short herself. He straightened himself up without the use of his hands, having to lean forward, and straighten his knees first, grunting slightly at the motion. The elves’ movements were smoother, seeming only to move upwards, though how that was possible, Melor didn’t know.
xxxxGyatso walked between the two adults, Pema at the back. Her bow swiveled to face anything that might be a threat, hawk eyes carefully scanning for the slightest movement. Suddenly, she ran a few steps forwards, and her bow dropped from her shoulder to her hand, such that it hung at her waist height (and half way up Melor’s thighs) to stop him in place. Two gracile fingers pointed over to the wreckage of one of the houses.
xxxxOne of the merchant houses.
xxxxA figure was bent over, looking forlornly at the rubble.
xxxxAnd Pema beckoned Melor and her youngest (now only) brother to follow her at a distance, a bamboo arrow never leaving the string of her bow.
xxxxHe looked up once she was well within what she deemed point blank range. His head turned within its furs, and the figure scrambled awkwardly to his feet.
xxxxHer bow lowered suddenly, pointing at his shins rather than his chest.
xxxx"Nitin?” She asked, hesitantly. He hadn’t been around in years. He’d gone South to learn from the lands far beyond the mountains (apparently the mountain did not go to the ends of the world, whatever her grandma had said when she was a girl) and had never returned. They’d all assumed he’d forgotten about them, and been too engrossed in trivial pursuits like wealth and politics to want to return.
xxxxThe man’s hood lowered, and Pema smiled broadly, ran towards him and tossed her arms around him. They’d never been close exactly (despite living around the corner from each other, though that was a factor that was hardly special in such an isolated community), but she was glad to see a fourth survivor of her childhood.
xxxxNitin didn’t even seem to need to ask who she was, and Pema was troubled to feel his sobs through his furs. Of course. Though it was certainly not enough – even for elves – she’d had a day to process what had happened with nothing else to do. He may well have arrived mere moments before.
xxxxNitin’s trembling breath shivered the bones throughout her chest with their strength. Elves were not nearly so emotional as humans, but Pema could feel his anguish, and not just physically.

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xxxxThe wind whistled past Gyatso’s ears, a high pitched scream of pure joy that perfectly fit Gyatso right now. It whipper around his head, tugging on his curly hair, tangling it up in the way his sister so hated him leaving it. And he so loved having it.
xxxxHis feet dangled over the edge, hitting the rock with his heels on each swing. His legs were aching somewhat from his climb, and he knew his shoulders would be stiff tomorrow, but, frankly, he didn’t care.
xxxxNitin had suggested climbing up the slope the boring way, weaving round between the boulders on the path. Melor and Pema had actually gone along with that which was boring of them too. When he was old, he’d learn how not to be grey, and not be. Then he’d still be fun.
xxxxHe’d never seen an elder boulder up a slope like that before. He was pretty sure the only reason why his sister wasn’t yelling at him to come down was because this slope was far shallower than the ones he’d learned to climb near… near home.
xxxxGyatso drew in one slow, shaky breath.
xxxxIt’d been six months.
xxxxIt’d been six whole months, and that was still his home, and it was gone, and he’d never have a home again, both his big brothers were dead, his parents were dead, and all his friends were dead, and their neighbour, Jamyang, was gone (Pema had been sure Jamyang was going to be his wife one day. But that made no sense. Jamyang was Jamyang and had she been into all the stuff the other girls seemed to be into when they started fussing about marriage, she wouldn’t have been Jamyang anymore. She’d just be a silly girl instead of his best friend), and his grandma’s sweet fruit pickle was gone, along with all the other wonders that came with a grandma, and the sweet scent of the mountain flowers in the jar on the windowsill in his mother’s room was gone, and his fine bed was gone, and the baker who gave him bits of bread which had “accidentally” fallen on the floor… gone.
xxxxEverything he’d ever known was gone.
xxxxBut crying was for babies. Whatever Nitin and Melor said. He didn’t need to cry.
xxxxMuch.
xxxxHe’d only got water on his face from when he’d misplaced his hand in a tiny stream between the rocks halfway up and it’d splashed on his face – and the wetness on his fingers was from that too. Of course.
xxxxThe view was fantastic, though. Lines of fir trees stood like armies far off into the distance, then mighty hills rose, with clouds gracing their heads like his grandma’s fluffy white hair, and beyond that, huge mountains as tall as the sky.
xxxxHe had plenty of warning as the hulking figure of Melor sat down beside him. While Gyatso had panted slightly after finishing his ascent, Melor looked as though he’d walked across the street, rather than up a sheer rockface.
xxxx"I’ve seen monkeys far less agile than you.”
xxxxGyatso smiled slightly at the compliment, though his fingers focused on where the tips of his fingers just poking out of his sleeves toyed with a tiny plant barely clinging to the rock he sat on.
xxxx"If you want to climb like that as an adult - usefully-, you’ll need to learn how to be a scout.”
xxxx"I would rather that I tested with my sister next year.”
xxxx"It’s your choice. You’ve got potential as a warrior, too, kid.” Melor moved, about to slap Gyatso on the back in a gesture that, through thick furs, was well recognized as encouragement, but stopped himself as he comprehended the height of the drop the kid would have been sent to. Nitin would have killed him, then Pema would have dug up his corpse and burned it if he hadn’t stopped himself, never mind the trouble of it.
xxxxHe stood cautiously, not so certain of himself getting up from as down to a seating position on the edge of a cliff. “Come on, Gyatso. Nitin and Pema are seeking a spot to camp out already. There’s time to fit some training in.”

[Melor, Pema and Gyatso join the Nuudot]

[Pema goes hunting]
[Nitin gathers food]

[Gyatso tries being a warrior with Melor]

Intro

My gallery · by **clarke,** » Sun Dec 31, 2017 5:22 am

Number of People: Two
Next visit with Ancestors: December 21st

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↪ Aleksandra attempts to convince the vampire group to join her.
↪ Nikolas searches for recruits.
↪ Aleksandra goes scouting.

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Chief Queen:
Aleksandra Maria Tussad | 31 | Female
↪ ST-C4 / HC-106 / HS-HW / EC-DGreen / Werewolf

Chief King:
Name | Age | Gender
↪ n/a/n

Princess:
Name | Age | Gender
↪ n/a/n

Warlock:
Nikolas Muiri | 26 | Male | 1
↪ ST-F11 | HC-130 | HS-LW | EC-LBrown | DElven

General:
Name | Age | Gender
↪ n/a/n

Assassins:
Name | Age | Gender
↪ n/a/n

Soliders:
Name | Age | Gender
↪ n/a/n

Hunters:
Name | Age | Gender
↪ n/a/n

Commoners:
Name | Age | Gender
↪ n/a/n

Sergeant:
Name | Age | Gender
↪ n/a/n

Recruits:
Name | Age | Gender
↪ n/a/n

Littlies:
Name | Age | Gender
↪ n/a/n

Nurse Maidens:
Name | Age | Gender
↪ n/a/n

My gallery · by **lameloserlexi** » Mon Jan 01, 2018 12:51 am

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Number of People: 3
Next visit with Ancestors: 1/6/2018

Sultan was already bending over laughing from the newbie's jokes and humor. "Ayo, I see why you wanted to be a scout, you could get anyone to join our group!" He commented, a huge grin on his face.
"Let's hope, I need to get a few more buds to help me actually scout, going alone is boring." He said with a yawn.
"I'd help you there, but food comes first; Rather eat than hang out." The two nodded in agreement, Sultan giving a glance at Halisi. "Why don't you sit down and chat with us? It's too early to hunt, you'd be chilled with the cold humidity." He offered, scooting over to make room for her to sit on the bench.
She reluctantly sat. However, she was awfully close to Sultan, even deciding to lean on him a little.
Yet, he didn't mind.
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Sultan moved as quietly as possible, as Halisi advised the first time they went hunting together. However, she didn't care where she was stepping, crunching almost every branch she could find. "What's up with you?" Sultan questioned, something's wrong. It's obvious.
Halisi stopped walking altogether, glancing back at him. She stayed silent for a moment, but then opened her mouth. "I love you."
Sultan was, well... taken aback. "Are you sure?" He questioned. This time, he wouldn't let her just be quiet.
She gulped, taking a deep breath. She was obviously serious. "Yes. I have, for the past year."
"Okay... What do you want then?"
"Just think about it. If you don't love me in another year, okay." That was all she said as she continued walking ahead to hunt.

[ Sultan asks the ancestors for a gatherer ]
[ Sultan and Halisi go hunting ]
[ Ayo goes on a scouting expedition ]

My gallery · by **Katrione** » Tue Jan 02, 2018 1:11 am

Number of People: 5 | Female: 2 | Male: 3
Next visit with Ancestors: 01-03-18

Eldthora stood back, squinting her eyes as she examined her work. "Alright, you're all done." She said, patting Calder's broad shoulders. The dark amber haired man nodded and rose to his feet, immediately greeted by a small, yet fierce woman. "Alva." Eldthora greeted, a happy smile on her face. The Hunting Chief, Calder, and his wife had joined the village the year before and had quickly integrated into the small group, making it feel more like a home. The High Queen looked up when she noticed a shadow looming at the entrance to her house.

Startling grey eyes stared at her from the shadows for a few moments before the owner stepped out. Eldthora relaxed when she saw that it was only Audun, Mournstead's only scout. He had joined around the same time as Calder and Alva but he hadn't mixed into the group as easily. He joined in on their conversations over dinner every night but he didn't go out of his way to help the other men fix the buildings, walkways, docks and ships. He chose to spend his time wandering across the rivers that surrounded both sides of Mournstead.

"I'm heading out on another patrol." Audun said, turning his back to the three.

"Wait." Eldthora got to her feet, brushing the dust and strands of Calder's hair. "Bjorn and I are coming with you. Until we have more scouts, I don't want you exploring without someone else. I've noticed that we have other villages nearby and I don't trust them yet." The young girl turned, picking up her animal skin bag and sliding her feet into her leather boots. Audun sighed quietly, turning his gaze upwards in a silent plea. The Hunting Chief and his wife shared an amused glance before heading towards the entrance themselves.

"Um, we're going to go on a hunting patrol then... explore some." Calder stuttered. Alva snorted, brushing flirtatiously against her husband's shoulder before moving past Audun and out the door. "B-Bye!" Calder piped before rushing after Alva. Eldthora snickered before shouldering her bag and picking up her dagger, following Audun out of the house as he left.

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Audun sat on one of the rocks littered around the campfire Bjorn had just finished lighting in the center of the village. Eldthora and Alva were laughing and dancing around the fire, singing songs about heroes and villains that had been dead for many, many years. The dark red haired man reached into his bag, slipping a small book from one of the pockets. His grey gaze darted around for a moment, checking to make sure the other villagers weren't paying him any attention, before opening the book to a page that was marked with a small, pressed flower.

He ran his finger gently along a red petal, closing his eyes and breathing in deeply. As soon as his eyes closed, a young woman with black velvet hair flashed across his mind. She ran ahead of him, her beautiful laugh ringing out in the meadow filled with red flowers, the same that he had pressed and saved in his book. Just as the woman started to turn to him, her pink lips starting to part to call his name, his eyes opened and he found himself sitting once again in front of the fire, her laughter replaced with the laughter of the Mournstead villagers.

[ Eldthora, Bjorn + Audun went on a border patrol to search for new members, preferably animals ]
[ Calder and Alva went on a hunting patrol ]
[ Calder and Alva tried for children ]

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High Queen
Eldthora | 21 | Female
st-b4 / hc-68 / hs-lc / ec-hazel

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Hunting Chief
Calder | 25 | Male
st-f9 / hc-46 / hs-lw / ec-blue

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Alva | 23 | Female
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War Chief
Bjorn | 27 | Male
st-b2 / hc-71 / hs-lw /ec-dbrown

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Gatherers
Audun | 30 | Male
st-a8 / hc-88 / hs-lw / ec-grey

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Ally Villages:
Black Rock Weyr | Simonpet
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Food Storage:
Deer | x0 | 3 servings
Wild Boar | x1 | 2 servings
Trout | x1 | 3 servings
Salmon | x0 | 3 servings
Potatoes | x0 | 3 servings
Carrots | x0 | 3 servings
Seaweed | x0 | 4 servings
Apples | x0 | 2 servings
Cloudberries | x0 | 1 servings
Sour Cherries | x0 | 1 servings

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Abela + Mournstead | Eldthora
Alva + Calder | None

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My gallery · by **Simonpet** » Tue Jan 02, 2018 6:07 pm

𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕨𝕖𝕪𝕣
Number of People: 5
Number of Servings: 5.75
Children Due: 1 post
Next Visit to North: 01/08/2018
Previous Post | Next Post

Seanni stumbled out into the courtyard surrounding her weyr. Over the course of two turns, she and her weyrmates had continued digging out the hill, which she had determined would be for staff, along with building huts for dragonriders and craftsmen. Though the hill spanned the river, there were also two bridges that they had built, one on each side of the hill. Across the river, Abesses had been building a pen for the bovine they had found.

Are you well? asked Rosanth, whose muzzle peeked out from around the corner of the hut.

"Yes, of course, my dear," Seanni muttered, walking over to her dragon and rubbing one of the head knobs. "Just tired."

How come?

"Seanni!" called Jesni from farther down the river. "C'mon! The ship sails today!"

Seanni glanced over at Jesni, who was standing on the deck of her modest fishing boat that they had bought from the nearby Paradise River Hold. While she wouldn't call it a ship, she wouldn't dispute that the purchase had significantly improved Jesni's mood. They'd make a good amount of marks if they could sell all the fish Jesni would be catching.

"Let's give the ship a good sendoff, Rosanth," said Seanni looking at her dragon.

Lets.

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Rosanth wondered what fighting Thread would have been like. It was the occasional fantasy she had, and she often thought of the legendary figures such as Lessa and Ramoth of Benden Weyr, who had saved Pern from ultimate disaster, or Jaxom and Ruth of Ruatha Hold, who had helped to discover AIVAS and usher in the new age. Though they had been the last to fight Thread, they had also known how to, well, fight Thread. She knew that Seanni sometimes wondered what her weyr's future would be like, as the dragon population as a whole had been on the decline, although seemed fairly stable for now. Rosanth had once proposed that dragons become explorers of the stars and Seanni had replied that a project to do just that was in progress. Perhaps Black Rock Weyr could be pioneers of this new age?

"Let's go more towards Mournstead!" called Seanni.

I can hear you perfectly fine, replied Rosanth, disgruntled that her rider had interrupted her thoughts. There was really no need to shout, as telepathy could work perfectly well. Nevertheless, she banked towards the right and a flicker of eagerness shot through her as she began the journey towards the territory.

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The wind tore at Jesni's face as she navigated her small boat, The Dolphin, through the waves. She took a deep breath of the salty air and sighed with satisfaction. She had already caught a few fish, which would certainly feed the weyr for a few days at least. After turns of waiting, she finally commanded her own boat. This was certainly an occasion to celebrate. And what better way to celebrate than sailing out?

Seanni visits the north to hire a headwoman
Seanni and Rosanth explore
Abesses, Borrin, and Ershar hunt
Jesni fishes
Borrin and Ershar look for seeds

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Senior Weyrwoman
Seanni | female | 29 turns | Rosanth
↪ ST - A6 / HS - LC / HC - 46 / EC - Red

Retired Dragonriders

Junior Goldriders

Headwoman

Lower Cavern Staff

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Beastcrafters
J. Abesses | Male | 27 turns
↪ ST - B2 / HS - HW / HC - 72 / EC - L. Brown

Farmercrafters
J. Borrin | male | 28 turns
↪ ST - B2 / HS - LW / HC - 112 / EC - Brown
J. Ershar | male | 26 turns
↪ ST - D3 / HS - AC / HC - 118 / EC - D. Green

Fishercrafters
J. Jesni | female | 26 turns
↪ ST - B9 / HS - HC / HC - 94 / EC - Blue

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Starcrafters

Tannercrafters

Woodcrafters

Senior Weyrleader

Wingleaders

Wingseconds

Dragonriders

Weyrlingmaster

Weyrlings

Candidates

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