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Day 4 The People of the River had been very quiet as of late. So quiet, that the other tribes had not seen them about. The People of the River were very offended by the desecration of the Sacred Totem that was to bond all the tribes. The act of its destruction was an act of hostility and a...

Night 3 The River Tribe would move their encampment to by the River again but to the North West (G8), they were grateful that they survived the ordeal with the foul plant people and welcomed their new Tribe members with warmth and support, providing them comfort and basic necessities that were...

Day 3 The Night was mostly a success. New tribal members have joined. Their knowledge of Astral powers were extremely valued and respected by the Tribal Elders. They would learn from the Astral powers users and would welcome the new members into the Tribe warmly. The Scraol was still out there...

Night 2 The new encampment was comfortable, but one could never rest with a ceaseless enemy out there hungry for human flesh. The Night began with preparing Night fire. Fire tenders, and "sentinels" that would keep vigilant over the tribe and the night went to work and would work in shifts as...

Day 2 The Lost Tribe of the Waters was grateful for the day to come. The Nights were full of terrors and this entered the dreams of their people. The Tribe knew it had to keep moving to throw off the scent of those who hunted them. The tools were welcomed by the Tribe, and they gave some tribute...

Night One The first priority was to make the night's fire. This was routine . Hidden Guards and look outs were set up around perimeter prepared to call out if intruders were near. The Tribe never slept too deep, and were always ready to fight or flee if need be. Once around the fire, the Tribe...

River So Deep, his shamans, medicine people, the elders of the Tribes and all of his other valued kin, thanked their Goddess for delivering them to safety. Their adrenaline still pumped through their veins, as they kept their fires well lit through the night. Only as dawn approached could they...

The Lost People of the Water were enjoying the fruits of their Great Hunt with the other tribes. They secured the Mammoth Tusks for now and did their best to make trail markers to return to the site of the Mammoth carcass to retrieve bone, fur, and hide once they had tools and time to do so...

The Valley was a sight to behold. Their lives were spared by the Gods. A new calmness came over their being. The Tribal leader River Too Deep first thanked the Goddess for escaping danger, and for offering new opportunities . the entire Tribe gave tribute to their deity and thanks. Once they...

The Highborn were not going to be bullied by another Titan like menace. They would go to arms if they must to prevent the Dagon, from taking their hard earned kill from the Colony. The Dagon would be reasoned with if possible and if the Attolians and other Colonial allies agreed, they would...

The Highborn recieved reports of the New Reinen encampment. How imprudent and impotent. The Stouts didn't know their place yet. They were above the Kobolds for sure in terms of standing, but not much higher. They would bare their fangs and wait like good servants. Yet, the Stouts were part of...

The State House Resolution @Beckoncall @Heyitsjiwon The Highborn troops followed the Attolians into the State House, to be searched and secured it from the Fennec or anyone else, the magically gifted were sent into to find its true secrets. The Prince of the Highborn looked at Lothar, and...

The nimble Highborn mage gathered up the fallen Tears, by bringing it to himself. "For safe keeping, for the Mage Lab" he said out loud behind a Phalanx of Elite Highborn Troops. Many felt relief once the Tears of Divinity were secured. The Fetch in the building had been looming over the...

"The Prince addressed Scarpiant firmly and politely. The knowledge that you seek, the rest you crave, the homecoming you need lies ahead of you in Tartarus. Our mages have unlocked secrets of the Tears of divinity, that we believed combined with the power of the imprisoned power of the Titans...

The Highborn Prince shook off his wounds and felt stronger than ever. This fierce battle to the death through multiple dimensions had strengthened him in ways he never felt before. Vaethorian was now competent at using the ways for combat and stronger for the fight. He waved off the rushing...

Caelis Following The Highborn Linguist, one could tell from his silvered, silvered hair that the Highborn Linguist was an aged High Elf. A thousand years or so one might guess, however, it was not polite to ask an Elf their age. It's unclear if many even knew themselves or counted the years in...

@Beckoncall @SpiralErrant "Garment District" To meet the high demand, the Highborn increased the manufacturing of their suits of Ballistic-silk armor for sale and distribution to the military of the various factions colony. Once that demand was met, the armor was stockpiled for shipment to be...

The Highborn Cleric and Highborn Mage had sensed the power and evil presence of the Demon of the Fountain since their arrival. They were not alone. All of the Highborn were sensitive to the Arcane and had sensed the tinge of blood magic throughout the Platz. The situation was always a sensitive...

The Highborn High Cleric is faintly glowing in silver light, in flowing silver robes covering the purest, finest mithril chainmail. Chainmail so fine that it was wrought by the hands of pure Highborn children. Every child from a Highborn noble family deemed pure enough wrought a link for this...

The High cleric examined the skeletons and "miscreated" to learn of the threats they posed. The skeletons the Attolians used were not true undead, they were more akin to puppets, or constructs -- animated bones with no spirit to speak of. Morbid? Definitely. Blackest Magic? Hardly, surprisingly...