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Pillars of Ceation

The Elders gather in the meeting hut. They are worried. They fear the men will not finish the new weapons in time. Something has to be done. They must please Christian and ask for his help


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It is late at night, and the citizens of Rome all gather around a single massive bonfire. Closest to the bonfire are the Elders (who are the religious leader). The Elders lead the people in chant, begging Chrostian for forgiveness and to help them in their quest to build the weapons he desires. They beg him to bless a champion with the knowledge he needs.


The Elders beckon to the top 10 gladiators, who rise from the crowd and step into the center of the gathers, just feet from the fore. The gladiators are naked and carry no weapons. The Elders lead their people in a even louder and hysterical chant, and the gladiators turn on each other, fighting with the bare hands. They kick, punch and even bite.


One warrior stands out amongst them all. He is a brute of a man, more beast than human. He stands 7 feet tall and.is twice the size of the average man. The great brute smashes the heads of his enemies together until they dangle limp.from his great hands. One by one the warriors fall until only one.man remains. The Brute, The Champion of Champions. He gives a mighty and animal like roar. The Elders join him in the center, and gather the blood of the fallen warriors in one large bowl. The Champion among Champions hungrily drinks from this bowl, and the hysterical chant suddenly ceases.


One by One, Elders carry various tools needed for.creating a spear approach the man, who now sits cross legged on the ground. The hand them to the man, who takes them and begins his task. He will create the first throwing spear, and Christian will be his guide. All the whole the crowd resumes its chant, although it is a soft murmur now.


((I want to attempt divine intervention, if it fails they will keep working hard to create the throwing spears))
 
Thanks to the divine intervention of Christian, the Brutii gladiators are more deadly then ever, blood is spilt on an unprecedented scale. The violence is such that they begin to capture wild animals to pit their greatest warriors against.

think of this age has partway between neolithic and copper, I hereby grant all civs the basic knowledge of the Earth timeline during the neolithic age
 
"A gift from The Moon and Sun!" "No, a gift from Damascus!" "No, from Saphiqqe!" Argued the Elders. "No, a gift from Kurtus the Undpsiuted - The God of all Gods. We must be on under him, or he will strike us down."said Chief Tonaitt Sergei.


- The Unification of The Buaan.





The Villages and City of Buaan react to The Storm in different ways. The Village of Damascin belives it was a gift from their Deity, Damascus, while the Village of Noikan believes it to be from their God, Saphiqque. The City of Buaan insists upon the moon and Sun, as does The Village of Venal. But, Chief Tonaitt Sergei thinks different. He thinks a New Deity, Kurtus The Undisputed, did this. And he told people, people told people, and after a month, The Tribes of Buaan all believe in one God for the first time in thousands of years. Within a Year, due to the amount of Peace and religious similarity, the Villages of Buaan are turnt into plots of farmland and given to The Rooks in exchange for a large amount of Farm Products. The Tribes of Buaan unite, and now live peacefully in one City. Pretty soon, renovation of the City is needed, aswell as reformation of the Government. Thus, the Buaan form the first known People's Republic, and make a stern list of unwritten Laws, as literature had not yet been discovered.
 
For many hours the Champion of Champions sits there, making and remaking his spear, until finally he stands. He raises his newly crafted Throwing Spear into the air. The Elders gasp. He had dome it... THEY had do it. In a hysterical climax to their prayer, all shouted praise to their god, and then dispersed from the area. The ceremony was complete.


Not only did they gain nee technology, but the brutal ceremony became a yearly tradition, and further developed their religion.


As the crowd dispersed, one man stayed behind. He could feel an intangible energy, he wasn't sire what it was, but as he sat their and prayed, he could FEEL his prayer, feel the prayer. He wasn't sure what to make of it just yet though


((have my people continue working on pottery and stone working))
 
The seasons passed in great number as seasons were want to do... and the Sengmyr thrived in their way. Having found prosperity in the arms of the grand spirits of the paths. The grove was just the beginning, other places of power had been found during their travels. Places where spirits of some power dwelt like animals within their dens. The territorial spirit among the rocks that minded its stone bridge among the mountains and the wild presence that rode upon the river and waterfall. That was what the sages said, those among the wise women who went into the hearts of these places. They always came back to the caravans sating how they had heard the silent voices of these creatures who proclaimed their territory. And why should the other Sengmyr not believe them? They were right about the Mother Tree and her sleeping protector. They had come back to the grove time and again during their seasonal cycles and the verdant winds had whispered to those bold enough to sleep among the roots, each one awakening to see the world differently. Those who spent the most time meditating in that place walked with a fresh confidence and seemed to look through the world around them, as if they understood their place within it all the better. The beasts saw this as plain as the other nomads and they seemed to respond to it.


The Mother Tree had given the Sengmyr more gifts than any other spirit and so it was revered above the others, believed to be the most powerful. The tree and grove had been turned into something of a primeval shrine. Little trinkets and offer lay all about the leaf blanketed ground and dangled from the branches, clicking in the breeze. In their time some had experimented with the odd earths they found on their travels and learned to mix it with seeds and plants they had scavenged to change its colour from its natural vibrant red to hues of yellow and even blue. They had spread these colours on the sacred tree and even on themselves during times of the return, when people would offer their respects to the Mother and ask her blessing for the coming seasons.


This was a peaceful time for the Sengmyr. During their absence the surrounding countryside had grown again, giving their herds more than enough land to graze in and the nearby river was pure and plentiful. This was a time of contemplation and merry making.


Some were more serious though, and wished to go in search of new lands. The young were bold as usual and grew tired of the traditional routes the caravans would take in their routines. The riders had heard the wind and its wild call. The wise women, for their part, were inclined to agree with them. The Sengmyr had recovered from their bitter winters and with the good graces of the Mother of the grove they were stronger than ever. They had paid their dues to her this summer, the pact was still strong as they flocked around her in humility. The wise women would stress the need to be humble, for though the spirits could be kind one must always remember that they are wild and so different to humans. Like any living thing they would lash out if pushed further than they liked... and they were powerful things indeed.


"They will not be tamed. Remember it is they that abide us as the wolf does the fox."


So the sage ones would ask one final thing of the grove this visit. They would ask for guidance. The Sengmyr sought to open new grazing paths and lands, which way should they go. The sages walked to each of the four points of the great tree, east, west, north and south... and they waited their sign. Seeds from the tree were spread all around them for they had whispered to the spirit that they would take these seeds to the new lands to make them a new home so that both could grow stronger. A fair exchange, they thought.

Ask for divine guidance: The tribe wishes to expand its grazing lands and asks the spirit of the grove to offer them a direction. In exchange they will plant some of the many seeds of its forest in any new place they discover.


Organizations tab updated with location.
 
Agyei's Valley


"The mountain sent forth rocks and fire throughout the sky, spreading far over everywhere the Rook called home. It was to be the end of everything. Yet the people who huddled with their families, embracing their end, did not perish. For all would look up to see the flaming boulders held aloft by..." Episcus put his hands to his head in frustration. Why couldn't it be more simple, why couldn't his ancestors have made a more complete rune system to read. He let out an audible groan, rubbing his temples.


A man who was nearby noticed his friend's apparent plight, chuckling to himself as he went over to the frustrated priest. "Hello my friend. What has you so down in the pig pen today? Trying to find a way to the moon are you?" He chuckled to himself over his clever little joke as he slapped his friend on the back. His friend's only response was a groan.


Rubbing his temples again, Episcus turned to look at Icalos, his 'friend' and fellow priest. "No, I'm not trying to find a way to the moon. I stopped that foolishness after that one incident. What I'm doing is much more important." He purposely pointed to the cowhide scroll he was writing on, a pile of similar ones next to it. "I'm trying to rewrite the ruins of the Tales of Creation in a way that everyone can understand, unfortunately the ruins often mean multiple things." He pointed to a symbol that looked like three waving lines going upward. "See, this good either translate into winds or tendrils of power when talking of the eruption of Mount Ret. The only way to know which of these are is to take context from other parts throughout the Tales." He skimmed and pointed at a particular line in the Tale. "See this one says the trees bent under the power of the winds. So thus, the previous one is to be translated like this." He quickly wrote out a series of unknown symbols on the skin.


Icalos looked at the cowhide, seeing it was covered in an array of symbols he didn't understand. "Episcus, why would you try to write the runes of the Tales in this gibberish?" He gestured broadly at the cowhide he had layer out on the table.


Episcus looks back up at the older man in confusion, before realizing he hadn't actually explained what he was doing. "Oh, right! Sorry, I completely forgot to tell you what I am actually trying to do." He turned and pointed to a smaller cut of cowhide next to the one he was writing on, this one covered in one of every symbol he was writing on the larger cowhide. "I'm trying to create a new system of recording information. Right now we rely on runes and spoken tales to keep The Tales of Creation, but a single rune can mean multiple things. What I'm doing is creating a system where each symbol stands for a sound in our language, and when you put them together like this," he pointed to a single line on the cowhide, "it will make the words. That way everything will have its own combination of symbols to read."


Icalos was proud. This was a different man than the young boy who came to Agyei's Valley trying to find a way to the moon. He had matured and thought things out. Icalos pulled up a seat next to Episcus. "Okay, why don't you teach me this system. You'll need help to translate all the Tales."


Ashfall


Restus had always wondered why the rocks would heat up from the sun. They were not alive and did not need the heat, and yet they would be warmed and even grow burning under the glare of the sun. He needed to know more of the property of rocks. And so, he set off on his experiments.


Now don't get anything confused. Restus wasn't a genius. He wasn't a priest. He was but a simple farmer, but a farmer whose natural curiosity and intuition was a cut above the rest. He had always observed everything he could about Ashfall and his home, but one thing he always came back to was the quandary of the heated rock. There had toil be a reason they warmed so easily and readily user the heat of the day. There had to be something they could be used for. And so it was that he began his daily experimentation on the various rocks he would come across.


He put them in fires to test how much they could heat up, slowly piecing together a general understanding of the heat properties that they exhibited. Yet it was generally futile understanding what it could be used for. That was, until he came across the outskirts of town when trying to catch a runaway piglet. He had come across stone house that had toppled over from the great storm all those years ago. Oddly, it had fallen to form a sort of cavern with a fallen stone floor, and a pit beneath it. This jogged his brain and got him to thinking, if a heated stone could heat the air above it, would a fire beneath a stone structure like tis heat up all the stones, causing the air in the opening to become even hotter?


The next several months would be spent testing and proving his hypothesis. While it took longer to heat up than a fire, food put inside cooked a bit slower, but better over all. There was very little burning and more of it was edible. Yet it also seemed to heat up at a far greater temperature if he put a stone to cover the opening. He needed to share this discovery with others.







-Written language


-Stone ovens


-Continued domestication of wolfs and ground quail


-Building larger and better boats


-Accepting the Buaan's offer of land in exchange of food


-Continued understanding of drums


 
In Cha' Tima mythology, the Ziggurat Cha' Chu A'Ur was gifted to them in a time immemorable, great Sky Fathers descended from the Cosmos and built this devious structure as a way for the Cha' Tima to commune with them. This was when the Cha'Tima were small and weak, the Sky Father's showed them how to be strong, how to become the ultimate hunters, how to ascend. Quickly the Cha' Tima settled the Ziggurat and nomadic families that happened to wander by and discovered Cha' Chu A'Ur, settled by the large structure. Over the years, more and more people came, more and more tales were told, and the truth behind Cha'Chu A'Ur was lost among the many voices of the people. However, they all become one people. No longer were they misguided nomads longing for purpose, the Sky Fathers promised ascension to those who could prove they were true Hunters, true Beasts. Thus the Cha' Chu A'Ur Man Hunters were born.


The Cha' Tima for a long time, consumed solely human meat, believing it made them immortal but proved quite the opposite. Their bodies were not ready for the gifts of the Sky Fathers and so they began cultivating, hanging gardens, irrigation mottes, a starving population was forced to advance in farming techniques to survive. Ironic, for a self proclaimed Cannibal tribe. When farming proved a much easier source of food than Man-Hunting, most of the Cha' Tima abandoned the practice altogether, leaving a small yet deadly efficient group of Man-Hunters. Cha' Chu A'Ur became Cha' Chu A, the waddle and daub huts were erected, thatched dome teepees began to rise, animals were slowly brought in, however the Cha' Tima consumed Human Meat as their only meat source, these animals would need to meet this directive. So the people would kill elder Sardinian dholes and take the babies to raise as their own, it wasn't long before the wild dogs became tame and became a common companion to Man-Hunters and Cha' Tima alike.


Another animal quickly subdued by the Cha' Tima was the Sardinian Wild Cat, simple ancestors of household felines, these animals almost voluntarily lived among the Cha' Tima as their farms and huts were horribly infested with rats, birds, weasels, and other pests. The Wild Cat became a welcome addition to the Cha' Tima household. Lifestyles began to form among the peoples of the Island, no true family structure existed, rather mothers raised their children until they became old enough to work, the children would be tasked with building their own shelter, gathering their own food, and taming their own Sardinian dhole. All this was usually under the instruction of a Man-Hunter. In Cha' Chu A, all were independent of each other, while staying connected as well.


Man-Hunters became the idols of the Cha' Tima, seen as the closest beings to the Sky Fathers, many of them became known as Sky Children, fighting completely naked and eating their prey like rabid dogs. Sky Children inflicted dread among their own people and live inside Cha' Chu A'Ur in order to commune with their Fathers. Those who did not become Sky Children, stayed Man-Hunters. These Ritualistic Cannibals were responsible for bringing sacred human flesh back to the Ziggurat for dispersal among the Cha' Tima. However, they were also the mentors of the young ones, many Man-Hunters remained in Cha' Chu A to take on classes of children, male and female, to teach them the ways of survival, teach them how to care for themselves. These children could be as young as 4, or as old as 13, however long it took for lessons to stick. While training the young ones, Man-Hunters would hand pick those exceptionally adept and would force convert them to Man-Hunters themselves. Their training changed from survival and farming, to hunting the most dangerous game... fellow humans.


For Man-Hunters, Sardinian dholes were more than companions, they were a direct link to the Sky Fathers, their dholes would be treated like a superior, protected at all costs, and honored in death by displaying the corpse from the steps of Cha' Chu A'Ur for all to see. Death would not stop a beast from hunting! Man-Hunters themselves often dressed in garbs made of grass and leaves tied with sinews from various animals that lived in Cha' Chu A(most commonly rats). Their weapons were varied from simple stone spears, to Macuahuitl. All Man-Hunters were trained with nets and bolas however, to catch their prey live to bring back to Cha' Chu A'Ur for butchering.


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Now the sun rose on another day, today was the start of another glorious Hunt! The Cha' Chu A'Ur Sky Children hand picking Man-Hunters to go out on these hunts, a young man named Mazatl was chosen to lead the hunt this time. The hunts had become rather random, whenever the Sky Children told the Cha' Tima that the Fathers were watching. All around the Ziggurat the Cha' Tima had gathered to look up the stone steps in awe as Man-Hunters gloriously marched up to greet the Sky Children. At the top of the Ziggurat was but one sky Child, Zelma. Zelma was female, among the first of female Sky Children and yet she was the most dreaded. Zelma was ghost white, her skin practically bleached from living in the dark halls of Cha' Chu A'Ur for extended periods of time. Her hair was crazed, matted, and pitch black and her eyes just as furious and just as black. She was stark naked and despite her Cannibal appetite, she was revelled as one of the most beautiful among the Cha' Tima.


"Mazatl... approach me." she said, her voice like clear water streaming down a leaf. The young Mazatl almost jumped upon hearing his name, adorned in nothing but a grass skirt and a headdress made of a human skull and several leaves, he approached Zelma. Prostrating before her, his hands stained black up to the elbow with charcoal, his legs similarly stained he awaited her word.


"Sky Child, Zelma... I am among the honored to commune with she who communes with the Fathers." he said, raising his hands to the sky. His hair was also black but was knotted up under his headdress to prevent it from being pulled. His face painted with charcoal to darken his skin and increase his stealth.


"The Sky Fathers have spoken to me, Mazatl." She said bending over and cupping her hand over his face. "They have turned their eyes on this world and wish to see our hunt and I have chosen YOU, Mazatl, to lead this hunt with these great hunters." she said dramatically pulling her hand off his face and tilting her head to the sky. "Rise, Mazatl! Show the Fathers what you are capable of! Make sure they are not ashamed!"


Following a roar of applause from the people below, the Man-Hunters chosen to follow Mazatl gave terrifying war cries, the hunt was on! When a hunt was initiated, the Man-Hunters chosen would gather their gear and prepare for the three day trek to their primitive long rafts. Once on the beach and their rafts assembled, the Man-Hunters would take a days rest and early the next morning begin rowing to the mainland of Italia! The time it took to get the mainland took almost an entire day to row to the mainland where the true hunt would begin.
 
The Warriors of the Etruscans wait outside of the edge of there small town with spears and shields made of animal hide. They spot several groups of there natives carrying baskets of food and pottery. The Warriors greet the chieftains who had come to celebrate another good harvest. The Warriors lead there visitors to the leader of the Etruscan who was named Dionic. He sat On a floor covered in animal hides and with his spear and round hide shield. His hovel was large enough to fit many family's and was filled with many gifts from the neighboring tribes. Dionic welcomed the visitors as they entered his home. He gave a nod as a sign of respect. They all gathered and formed a circle. They all said a prayer in there language that they had invented many years ago. When the Warriors had formed an alliance with the smaller villages they had to somehow create a form of communication. They've attempted several times at first but most were to complicated. Until Dionics great grandfather established a simple and short language which very simple and also consisted of hand gestures.The members prayed to there creator and then suddenly let out a mighty cheer and started the feast.


Outside of the hovel, several craftsmen had been debating of who's spear was sharper and deadlier. Another craftsman however brought something new in his hands, instead of a spear it was something....wood with string which looked bendy. The two craftsmen questioned him and asked of the mysterios thing. He didn't respond but instead gestured them to follow. He went outside of the town and pointed at a tree which was about 100 feet. He pulled out a stick with a sharp stone edge that he carried on him and attached it to the mysterios object. He pulled back and let loose of the string. It sailed but it barely made it as far as 10 feet, he Seemed somewhat proud. The first craftsman laughed at the failure, but the other seemed interested. He asked of the craftsmen name. He replied in hand gesture that he was 'Bowneem'.
 
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Everyones population has grown over the course of the first age, all civs now have 5000~6000 population
 
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The Buaan tribe, through their unprecedented unity further develop their technology. Due to the size of their city, they soon develop a series of symbols to represent various things, such as craftsmen and meeting places.


The Sengmyr gather around the mother tree to hear a great crack from the heights of the tree, a straight, sturdy branch falls downwards until it lands with its tip buries in the ground, it's other end pointing over the treetops. The tree has gifted them with a tool aid them on their journey to new lands, he who holds the branch of the mother tree will hear her guidance when in a place of power.


The Etruscan craftsman Bowmeen dedicated his life to improving his weapon, his dedication was passed to his sons, and to their sons, until it became a weapon capable of killing small game animals at several dozen paces. Bowmeens weapons, as it was known, became a staple to hunters to feed themselves while tracking larger beasts.


The Cha'tima see great clouds offshore when they settle down for the night before they begin their great hunt, a roar of thunder is heard from the clouds before they quickly dissipate. Their god has challenged their ability and they would prove themselves worthy (determination up, roll 1d10 to see how much of the hunting party gets a minor strength increase)


The Rook, thanks to their flourishing society, improve on many things during the course of several generations, their new land given to them by their friends, the Buaan, bring prosperity to their growing culture as well as closer ties between the two, with inter-tribe marriage not unheard of. The two's close relationship results in a benefit to both, with each gaining a primitive knowledge of that which the other knew
 
I personally, if I were to run this RP.would give players a set time frame to post, and of they didn't decide what they did for them.


Needless to say, your doing a great job :D


((adding my post on to this))


The Elders of the the tribe gather in their meeting hut. Over the centuries the rube has grown exponentially. While this is ultimately a good thing, it is for now a problem. The villages have turned into small primitive cities, yet their infrastructure cannot handel the amount of people living there. There is no more room for farms on edge the rivers and many are on the edge of starvation because of this. The Elders, as always, have a plan. They will send 1000 men and women to travel north to settle a new village. But not just to the northern edge, farther north into explored territory. There they shall settle a new series of villages.


Meanwhile, the Elders have another plan. In order to make more rooms for farms, they must "create" rivers. The Elders Order the men of the major villages to begin digging small trenches from the river to divert some water to new areas.


The Elders of Rome have one last plan to solve the problem. In the past, they know former Elders had attempted to tame the wild boars and cattle. The evidence of the work is all around them. The Cattle and boars are friendlier to humans and some stick near the village. The Elders believe they can build on this success. They order some men of the village to rebuilt the walled pasture and begin driving herds of animals into it. They will then assign some women to feed and take care of these animals. The women should st near the animals at all times as to build a sense of trust and friendship between the animals and the people. No animals should be killed until they have been tamed.

-Large scale effort to dig irrigation trenches


-Large effort in Rome to domesticate livestock


-1000 men and women sent to colonize in Tuscany, maybe they find people there?


Cultural Change


As generations pass, the culture of the Brutii people advances. The people have begun somewhat bored of the typical one on one fights. While the wild animal fights are more exciting, typically the human wins. They need something new and interesting, team fighting.


Team fighting at first is simply two teams of two randomly paired warriors. Over time though, the team battle develop into permanent teams, competitions even evolve.


Outside of the area as children and young men take part in mock team battles. While far from organized sport, it is a start
 
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Many years pass and the town grows bigger and stronger. The nearby villages have also expanded there farms with there large manpower bestowed them. The two craftsman after two years were able to create the bow, which has been tested and has shown amazing results. With this weapon, a lot of men who did not have the skills to fight hand to hand, craft, or farm are given a chance to redeem themselves as hunters or a new type of warrior. There Etruscan army of Warriors has grown from 200 Warriors to now 2000 warriors. Including 300 hunter/Warriors of the bow.


The two inventors of the bow had decided to try and improve there bow in the mountains and catch some bird. They however stumble upon a dark cave that expanded very far, they couldn't proceed any farther and decided to leave, but as they leave one of them spotted something stuck on the wall. It had a light shiny brown rock on the wall. He tried scraping it off but it was impossible. He left a with his friend and continued to hunt.


The leader in his hut had received reports of one of his villages in the south that a large nomadic group was walking on there sacred grounds. He did seem angered but rather disapointed. He called upon 500 Warriors with there sharpened spears and large square wooden hide shields and 50 Warriors of the bow, and they march to the south to meet the strangers.


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Elder Anthony, leader of the 1000 colonists walks near the front of the large party, accompanied by several guards to protect him from wild animals. Anthony surveys an open field ahead, it may be a good place to settle down. Suddenly, he notices movement uo ahead, his warriors tighten their grips on their spears as they notice it too. Anthony's party comes to a stop as they notice the unknown men ahead. Anthony, more curious than afraid, steps out and calls to them in primitive Latin;


"Greetings friends, I am Anthony of the Brutii people, who might you be?


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Dionic steps out from the group and stands in front of the strangers. "I am Dionic...Leader of the Etruscans. You are trespassing sacred grounds. If you wish to pass you must either turn around. Offer us a gift that we do not have...Or challenge one of my best Warriors in a match."


The Warriors stand by shoulder to shoulder and observe these people. Although they were outnumbered, they were experianced Warriors and could easily defeat these people. Especially with there Warriors of the bow.
 
At the challenge a large warrior named Pino stepped out from.the crowd. Pino was the champion of champions, meaning he won a ritual ceremonial battle. But Anthony stepped in front of him.


"As this is sacred land, we cannot fight, for fear we displease god. We will leave your sacred land and settle farther south (Lazio Tuscany border).".


"As a sign of respect, my warriors will leave their spears on the holy ground". At this, the 200 arena hardened warriors crouched down and ceremonially placed their thrusting spears, all of which pointed away from the unknown warriors.


"My people have been sent to settle new villages, as our old villages have become crowded. As so I expect our people will see more of each other, and so o believe it would be beneficial to build friendship between our people. And so I invite your and your men to visit our land, as honored guests.


As he said this he surveyed the warriors. He took interest in their shields and armor, but also their odd boweems. He would have to have his craftsman build these...
 
Dionic and his warriors were surprised at there cooperation. Dionic approached the leader and sheathed his spear behind his shield, reaches out his hand and grins. "You are smart leader, most would attack us without a second thought...Our land is filled with much food, perhaps our people could trade with each other." he looks behind and watches as his warriors were nodding at his answer.


He looks back to the leader, "We will accept your offer of visiting your land.Friend"


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Anthony smiles as Dionic approaches and sheaths his sword.


"My people are warriors. Men fight as children with sticks and as adults fight in our arenas. Arguements and disputes are settled by fighting, but the killing of another Brutii member is not allowed except in ceremonies and certain arenas. Outside of this we live in peace with each other."


Anthony reaches out and grabs the mans upper forearm in a roman handshake.


"Thank you for accepting, unfortuantly I must st behind with my people, but Elder Francesco will guide your people to our lands."


Anthony motions to a man standing a few feet behind them.
 
Dionic shakes the mans hand and nods his head In approval of his people's culture. "I guess we aren't so different from each other.... Very well, we shall visit your land and in return I shall lend you my warrior of the bows to guide you to the north if still wish to move north."


He gestures to a young warrior of the bow. He was skinny but had signs of training and muscle. "This is Vinnis, he will help you through our lands." After that he and his Warriors followed Anthony's guide while the others followed the Warriors of the bow.


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"Thank you, we will follow Vinnis"


Framcesco leads Dionic in the direction his.people came. Francesco seems younger and less confident than Anthony. He engages in awkward and short lived conversations with Dionic and his warriors throughout the 5 day journey, but most of it is in awkward silence.


Finally, after 5 days they arrive at Rome. As Dionic and his warriors approach they pass through many farms and past workers trying to dig trenches by the river. The workers and farmers look up from their work and stare at the unknown warriors. Some reach for spears lying on the ground nearby, but no one offers any resistance as they see Elder Francesco leading them.


As Dionic approaches the city itself, he passes small traini fields were young men and.children alike practice skills from spear throwing, hand to hand combat and all they way to rock working. The warriors and workers react similarly to the people they passed before.


Eventually they reach the town itself. It consists of primitive stone and wood homes. There is a general path worn down from constant use but its is far from a road. They pass the arena were two warriors fight with obsidian knives and eventually reach the Elder's hit. Francesco ushers Dionic inside. At the sight of the strange newcomer, the formerly argueing Elders stop and stare at Dionic in confusion.


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Vinnis leads the group through the Tuscany terrain. He lead them over several rivers and stopped at one of the largest villages. The farmers were confused that there were hundreds of foreigners at there door. Vinnis and his Warriors of the bow explanned the situation to the village chieftain and understood. The chieftain went to his hit and brought baskets of vegetables to the foreigners. The few craftsman that lived in the village brought several two clay pots to them. Due to them not having ovens they had to rely on the sun and constantly shaping them. But other then that they seemed marvelous pieces of art. After that Vinnis and his Warriors led the foreigners farther north. They stopped on top of a hill. "If you keep moving forward you will find new land. But be warned for tribes of brutes will not hesitate to attack and take from you." With that said, he and his men wish them luck and leave.


As Dionic and his Warriors arrive In Rome, they were impressed of there training grounds and there are arena. What impressed Dionics the most was there stone building, he observed them and decided to speak with his craftsman when he returned. They eventually enter the elders hut. "Greetings elders of Rome I am Dionic, leader of the Etruscans. I have come due to your warrior Anthony who has offered hospitality to us. I hope we can learn more of each other."


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Anthony thanks his guides for the food, pottery and the warning. He leads his men out into the unknown.


-Village founded just outside Tuscany, will make map latter


Elder Francesco explains the situation to the Elders, shoes eyes light up on excitement.


The lead, and oldest Elder stands up.


"Greeting Dionic, I am Gladius, leader of the Brutii people. On behalf of my people, I welcome you to our humble city. I am interested in learning of your people as you are of mine. If you will, please follow me. Gladius gives Dionic a tour of Rome, showing him the practice ranges, the artisans at work, the farms and last of all the arena, where they witness a particularly brutal match of 3 versus 3.


"So, tell me of your people?"
 
The branch fell like a spear from heaven, plunging into the earth with shocking impact. The assembled elders leaped back in surprise as it shook in the earth. Their gasps subsided and the grove was left in its usual quiet. Finally one of them worked up the courage to approach the branch, reaching out and tentatively enclosing it in her hand and flinching as if it might burn her. It did not. Something else happened, as the wise woman's body went stiff and she took in a sharp breath. For a moment she stood there, rigid, until her shock wore off and her muscles relaxed. The wind sighed through the space between them all and the woman seemed to look off into the distance. She muttered and mumbled to herself, filling in her part of a one sided conversation.


"Yes... yes.... I understand." The others crowded around her, anxiously waiting to see if she would even acknowledge them. She did and turned to her friends, smiling. "I understand." She said.


Word of this revelation quickly spread through the caravans and soon the entire tribe was in an uproar. Which caused quite the clamor, given how much the caravans had grown over the years. Some were demanding that their caravans and riders be chosen to lead this new outing, others thought it too risky and said that the Sengmyr should stick together on their old paths. The wise women sided with the former opinion. The ways of the Sengmyr had always been a careful balancing act, they would travel to their seasonal grazing grounds and allow their animals to eat their fill until the place was useless to them. Once the seasons turned and the beasts wandered too far they would move on to another place, giving the land they had come from time to recover and return to its full strength, never staying so long as to destroy it. Yet with their growing numbers this delicate system was under threat for as each caravan grew so did the size of their herds with both humans and animals competing for food. They spoke of a time when the Sengmyr would grow so vast that they would sweep across the land like locusts, devouring to a point of no return until all that was left was to turn in upon themselves in destruction.


Harming themselves and no doubt angering the spirits they had forged this symbiosis with. So it was decided that the tribe would split in half. One would follow the bold sage, for she had dared to touch the staff first and though others had since listened to its whisperings the caravans deemed her worthiest of the role. They would set off on their travels as soon as possible while the remaining half would stay and keep to the old paths so as not to risk all their numbers in unknown lands. They would go on to summer in the crook of the vast river where the waters met.


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So the adventurous caravans set off to the north in search of new pastures. At the head of their convoys were groups of ambitious tracers, riders who were put in charge of maintaining the maps the Sengmyr used to guide themselves. "Tracing the land" as they called it. Riders fanned out in all directions, using the various little details that were added to the system over the generations, made all the more intricate thanks to the coloured painting materials they had access to. Though they quickly started making their own additions for the rugged northern terrain.


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Meanwhile, back in the southern forest in the crook of the river the Sengmyr that were left behind were busy grumbling over the shortage of good labor animals. All the best horses had been taken north, leaving them with the older ones that were good for little more than carrying children. Some were walking along the massive riverbank, plodding through the mud and lamenting their slow progress. One of them even joked that it'd be easier to just throw the wagon in the river and let it wash downstream. Sure they laughed but it also got them to thinking... they had seen wood float on the water before. Maybe they could do something with that?

The tribe splits as one group heads to explore north. This group explores the area and uses it as a further chance to chart the land and further develop their cartography technology.


The southern group stays at the grove area and begin trying to develop boats/barges to navigate the rivers.
 
"The fighting was Constant - The Lachets Tribe would not give up their holdings with ease. But the Army of Buaan and their Navy marched and sailed on."


- An Excerpt from the Story of The Bascilata Campaign


The City of Buaan was becoming overcrowded, polluted, and riddled with crime. As The City of Buaan's Civil Nature grew, so did their despise toward one another. The Men of Buaan soon began diversify, with there being a strict line between Poor and Wealthy as Currency became much more common with the increrse in Rook Trade. The Town Guard, over 1,000 in Strength, always had their hands full with anything from petty theft to a Gang or Rsce War, as the population began to diversify in mind and body. Trash s thrown from Houses and apartments, often getting on the beggars and hobos that lined the street in the worst parts of the City. Because of this, The Chief of Buaan, Tonaitt Sergei, decided that they needed to expand. They had over 5,000 People now, and more were being born each day. Chief Tonaitt performed a Conscription Act, and had all men over the age of 14 and under the age of 60 Conscripted into Service. For a few months, they were trained, until The City of Buaan had a decent Foot Military of 2,500, Disciplined and Trained. With this Army, The City of Buaan invaded its neighboring Region, Bascilata, and declared War on their neighboring Tribe, the Lachets Tribe. The Lachets Tribe had a small Military of around 700, and fighting was one-sided. The Buaan also utilized their Navy, throwing Spears from the Ships into The Villages of The Lachets Tribe, which were mostly on the Coast due to the Lachets' Religion, which worshipped the Meditteranean Sea.


Also, the City of Buaan were very interested in the technology of Farming, and they began research into it, putting their best Scientists to the task and using the nearby Took Farms as a Source of Knowledge. The Research was going well.


(I'll need you to either roll dice or decide for a Outcome on Research of Farming and Attack on Bascilatia, please, @Kanuut)
 
Over years, the Cha'Tima changed little. Their lack of a family structure never changed and instead their reliance on Man-Hunters became greater, teaching young ones how to efficiently hunt down their fellow man while preserving as much of the meat as possible. The children would continued to be raised in this manner and would eventually use their newfound skills to build their own shelter, farm their own food, and with luck one day they could join the ranks of the Man-Hunters themselves!


The only true change to their culture was their mastery of masonry. The Cha' Chu A'Ur ziggurat was a staple to their prowess and they continued the lineage by constructing several smaller ziggurats over the next few years. These Ziggurats became holy places for the Man-Hunters to teach the young ones of the Tribe as well as training areas to work with the Sardinian dholes they had been domesticating since their Great Hunts began.


As for their Great Hunt, Mazatl had led his people ashore and they bore witness to the challenge of the Sky Fathers and under Mazatl's leadership... 80% of the Hunters were rekindled with an new Vigor! More determined then ever to impress the Sky Fathers! (I rolled an 8, Great Hunting Parties number roughly 200 Man-Hunters.) Led by Mazatl, the Man-Hunters spread throughout this strange land and began their search for prey. The Great Hunts were methodical, surgical even, were they not used for the culling of humans, the Cha'Tima Man-Hunters would be nigh unstoppable in guerilla warfare. The first part of a hunt was to find your prey, could be a villager out foraging or a trader travelling between villages.


The target had to be perfect sized so that the Man-Hunters could overwhelm or intimidate the populace into surrender, so the Hunters would stealthily follow these travellers back to their village. If the village met the criteria, the Hunt was on! Trained to withstand the cold, to withstand hunger, to remain as silent as shadows, as well as camouflaged with charcoal stains on their faces, arms and legs, not to mention their clothes made of old leaves and shrubs. Once night fell, the Hunters would initiate their attack; Firstly, the village would be surrounded by the 200 or so Man-Hunters to ensure no one would escape. Second if the village had people wandering about they would be taken out by infiltrators, fully blackened Hunters who would sneak in and take them out silently- without killing them. Third, once the streets were clear, most of the Hunters would move inside the village and assault the homes bursting in at the dead of night and using speed or numbers to disarm anyone who was fast enough, or tie up with the Bolas. Anyone who attacked a Man-Hunter and landed a blow was killed, anyone who attacked or made threats to their Sardinian dholes, was killed. Fourth, the Hunters would rally all of the villagers in the center of town and begin picking through the crop, examining them like meat they would pick the healthiest, the plumpest, the tastiest. There was no discrimination between the Man-Hunters and their prey, Women, Children, Elderly, they were all ripe for the picking. While the village was being examined, the Hunters on the outside of the village would be facing outwards with their dholes on high alert, anyone who tried to escape was food for the hounds and anyone who tried to enter the village from outside was taken out with a deadly accurate Spear throw.


Finally, the Hunt was commenced! Once the chosen had been... well... Chosen, the Man-Hunters would execute anyone who seemed too brave or combative. There could be no risk of anyone following them. The others would be untied and held at the point of a Spear until the chosen prey was hauled off alive, either willingly, or being dragged by a net. When the majority of the Man-Hunters were gone, those holding the village hostage would swiftly disappear into the night. So another Great Hunt was commenced!
 
Dionic and his Warriors look around at the marvelous city and cheered on the there side of the 3v3 fight. Dionic looked at the elders, "We are Warriors and craftsman, we are proud Warriors who train just like your people. But we do not decide our fights with the sword but rather our shields." The elders he knew would be confused and so he explained it. Basically just like Bulls trying to dominate the other, two Warriors would use only there shield and try to push there spinner to a certain line. Another way to win was forcing the opponent to kneel with brute force. "We are also master craftsman who try to improve ourselves and make life better. We also have 'formations' that we use to fight as one...if you would like we could show you one."


Meanwhile in Tuscany, the two craftsman decided to put hold on there bow project and instead try to make something with a stone Boulder. Bowneem asked his friend of why he had brought a stone Boulder instead of more wood. His friend said that he had an idea of trying to make the stone be used for a better hut. He explained that his hut actually was burnt and was too weak against strong winds. They both discussed and decided to start working on it. They made a small model but of course it fell. They decided to head back to town to get the proper tools to build a small stone hut.


(Progress of stone houses)
 
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