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Hello and welcome to And Then the Earth Spoke , a CYOA survival and civilization game! Who Am I? I am forums poster Telsa Cola, a fan of CYOAs, and a current Archaeology MA student. I have been toying with the idea of a CYOA informed partially by archaeological knowledge for about a year now and finally decided to put something together and post. What To Expect And Then the Earth Spoke is a semi-hard, Paleolithic themed take on the survival and the civilization CYOAs found on this board. While it will be fairly ‘hard’ there will be quite a few fantasy aspects in play to keep things interesting. I am also adopting Diogenes “no bronze age steam engines” rule, which, while frustrating to some players, leads to more creative and realistic interactions with the world. To give you some frame of reference for this, the technology present in the setting is based on the Upper Paleolithic, and the atlatl and is the hot new technological marvel. The adventure is freeform, though I have constructed the general framework of the setting already. Very few things are predetermined and you are free to venture off and prioritize what you think is important. That being said, I do not believe in plot armor and poor decisions can lead to disaster. Be cautious and be smart, but also don’t be too afraid to take the risky option sometimes. Choices will be presented like in other CYOAs, I will present you with a series of options and after a day or so of voting I will continue the story based on the winning result. Please indicate your vote by bolding it. Approval voting is allowed. Write in votes are allowed but please make it clear what you are voting for if you choose to vote for one. Quoting the relevant write in often works best for this. This will also be the first CYOA and forums game that I have ever done, as well as my first real attempt at writing fiction, so expect some writing weirdness. I am always up for suggestions and tips so if you think something could be changed for the better, please let me know. The channel for this game in the CYOA is likely the best place for this. Posting Schedule I am aiming to have at least one to two posts a week, maybe three if I can schedule it around real-life needs. This should allow time for votes to get in while still letting the story flow well.  I will be doing some excavation and survey over the summer in a small country in Central America, so don’t expect much posts from me during that time. I will try to post if possible but connectivity issues, research needs, and general exhaustion mean that it’s unlikely. I do plan to pick up my regular schedule once I return though.  Now, let us begin, who are you? A: We are a member of the Swift-Reeds tribe. Our people live in a sheltered bay along a tropical coast, though vast forest looms in the distance. We are great sailors, fishers, and orators, harvesting the ocean’s bounty for our every need. We have no designated leader, though one of the woman in the tribe always seems to have a favor or three to call in whenever a decision needs to be made. B: We are a member of the Sure-Foot tribe. Our people live in the great alpine forests that run along the Great Serpent Mountains. We are great trackers, hunters, and craftspeople, taking what we need from the forest to thrive and prosper. Our leader is a great hunter and warrior and our people respect him for it, and the people are expecting his son to be just as talented. C: We are a member of the Red-Stone tribe. Our people live among the great ridges and dunes of the Great Desert, sometimes venturing out into the surrounding chaparral. We are a hardy people, able to find resources where others wouldn't, and good traders, trading with tribes to the north and south of us. Our leader is our sandtalker, able to find us water and food as long as we follow him. Your first vote will decide which tribe you belong to, as well as your beginning environment and location. Voting will end in a couple days, with a post (hopefully) uploaded shortly after. Telsa Cola fucked around with this message at 02:26 on Apr 30, 2018 |
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dont be mean to me posted:A and have you brought this up on the Discord or in IRC yet? Thanks for the suggestions, I just dropped a link and short mention of it into the discord. Telsa Cola fucked around with this message at 08:29 on Apr 20, 2018 |
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Voting Closed I will count the votes and have a post up sometime today. A looks like the winner though.
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Vote Total: 14 votes for A 2 votes for B 5 votes for C The Swift-Reed tribe is the winner! Looks like we are in for some old fashioned boating and sea based adventures ahead.
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 You are a member of the Swift-Reeds tribe Your people have lived along the Great Bay as long as any of you can remember, though your songs tell of another land. Protected by the Bay, your people have survived on the bountiful harvest contained within it's waters, fishing and hunting in and along the Bay's shores. Your village is situated in the tropical shrub lands and undergrowth that exists in your portion of the bay, though vast tropical forest dominates the landscape the north of you, providing some fruits and vegetables to augment your diet, as well as wood for your fires and crafts. To the south, the tropical shrub land extends as far as the eye can see. While a productive landscape, the various bushes and plants hide numerous dangers and your tribe instead focuses on harvesting the sea and coast rather then risking injury or worse. Your tribe has been helped in this manner by your boats, the finest, fastest, and most far-sailing in all the tribes.  Crafted long ago by experienced ship builders, with protective rituals placed over them by the male and female heads of each family, the boats allow you to venture out into the deeper portions of the Bay as long as the water is calm, opening up vast new fishing and hunting grounds for your people. Trade, though rare, is also facilitated mainly by the boats. Letting you trade limited amounts of the ocean's bounty with what distant tribes you have contact with. While the boats are not huge they can allow 1-3 people on them, depending on how the weather and water is acting. This is enough to allow the harpooning and recovery of large marine animals such as tuna and seals. Care must be taken with the boats, as the maintenance and repair of them is a lengthy process. When not in use the boats are stored above the high-tide point along the beach, in plain view of most of the tribes people. Overhead view of your tribe  You live in a fairly large tribe, with three major family groups forming the three of the four major components of your society, with the Wayfarer forming the fourth. While you do not have a designated leader, the female head of the Muwan family , Chak Chuy'muwan, seems to always have a deal to strike or a favor to call in when tribe effecting decisions are to be made. Because of this, the votes often end in her favor. The only other individual within the tribe that is near her level of influence is the Wayfarer, Jub Kokom. His influence on tribal matters, however, is much less direct. Now it is time to choose what family we belong to. We are... A: You are the child of the Yak'ab Tun family, who craft and provide much of the tools and equipment to the tribe. Your family looks a little different from the other families, being generally taller in size, though this is never discussed. Your father Bubul Che', spends most of his time knapping tools and points for the three families, delegating the fishing to his extended family. Your mother Chak Chel' deals with the trading of your father's goods. Your family is medium in sized when compared to others, and occupies the northern most house group. B: You are a child of the Aj-Ahin family, who primarily hunt and fish along along the coastline. Your father Bah Te' Aj-ahin and your mother Bato Tox, are the premiere hunters of the tribe, often bringing back the seals and other sea mammals, providing the tribe with pelts and fat. Sometimes the more daring members of your family venture into the shrub lands into the south. Your family is the must numerous of the three, and lives in the center of the village. C: You are the child of the Muwan family. Your mother is highly influential in the tribe and a great fisher, making her a key player in any ongoing events. Your father, Nah Op, a great fisher in his own right, seems content with his lot in life and always seems to be wearing a bemused smile. Your family is the smallest of the three and the southern most, only containing you, your mother, and your father. Though small, your family ventures deep out into the bay and often returns with relativity large harvests. D: You are a castaway, found drifting near-death in the waters of the bay after a tremendous storm season. You have no family that you know of, and have been "adopted" by the Wayfarer, Jub Kokom, to see if you can learn the crafts the tribe use to navigate, your survival seen as a promising sign. You lack a family unit, and live in the old but large hut present in the southeast of the tribe.Your "family" does not fish, and instead relies upon food received in return for hunting and fishing advice, as well as what food can be gathered from the forest. Voting ends Monday at Noon Telsa Cola fucked around with this message at 20:41 on Apr 25, 2018 |
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Mr. Nemo posted:B, exploration Including you, your tribe consists of 28 people split up among the various house holds. The exact breakdown (not counting you as we have not decided yet) is 10 members of the Yak'ab Tun family, 14 members of of the Aj-Ahin family, 2 members of the Muwan family, and the Wayfarer. Luckily, given your isolated location your tribe has not been attacked in recent memory. Some standoffs and disputes have happened when your traders have fished along the coast of trading partners but those have mostly been defused peacefully. The Far-Hunters found several days journey by boat to the west, are about half your size, running about 10-14 people. To the northwest of you are the Fast-Climbers, who are slightly smaller then you, running about 18-23 people. I will throw a rough map up once we are good and started in the game. Telsa Cola fucked around with this message at 22:28 on Apr 22, 2018 |
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Voting Closed! Choice D wins! Update in a few hours. Telsa Cola fucked around with this message at 20:46 on Apr 23, 2018 |
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Sorry about the delay, everyone. You were found deep in the Great Bay, several winters ago after a particularly severe storm season. Your discoverers, the Muwan family out on a deep bay fishing expedition, were shocked at both your survival and discovery, as the chance of being found lost in the Great Bay is nearly non-existent. After a moment of disbelief and hushed murmuring you were dragged onto the already full boat, where you stayed for the duration of the fishing expedition, heaped onto a pile of fish. Their boat now full with the harvest of the sea, both fish and child, the Muwan family returned to the tribe, mumbling about lost time and fish.  Your arrival created a bit of an uproar, with the families first arguing about what to do with you, and then when that matter was settled, with who would take in. While an additional child would be an extra mouth to feed it also provided an additional pair of hands to help around the tribe and an additional person that could gather influence and favors for the family. The argument, as they tend to do in the village, got quite heated, with families calling in past debts in, only to be countered with other families calling in their favors. This continued on for time, all the while you remained heaped on the sand in the center of the village.  The arguments ceased when Jub stepped forward and stated that he would be claiming you. "Enough, the child will be mine, I will teach it the ways of finding, so that the child may contribute to the tribe in the manner it has shown itself most capable." With a laugh Muwan stated that it was the her that found you, not the other way around to which Jub responded only with quirked eyebrow. After a few chuckles the family's began to argue their claims in turn.  Bubul Che' began to raise his voice in protest, only to be shushed by his partner, Chak Chel', who began to haggle with Jub. Smiling with satisfaction, Chak Chel' agreed to give up the claim on you in exchange for Jub's assistance in finding more knapping material in the near future. A few chuckles went around the tribe at Bubul's expense and the matter was settled.   Bah Te' and Bato Tox simply looked at Jub, your unconscious and barely breathing form, and back at Jub before stating that they wanted several days hunting advice in return for the child. With a snort, Jub agreed and their claim was settled.  Lastly, there was Chak Chuy'muwan, who, to the surprise of everyone, gave her claim up without a fuss. Questioning looks were answered with a laugh and her stating that it would be nice to have the future Wayfarer owe her. After all, the people's memory is long and debts only grow with time. Her partner, Nah Op, never spoke a word, only watching the preceding with the bemused smile he always seems to wear. The matter settled, you were handed over to Jub, still wet and reeking of fish. You of course, know nothing of the arguments and deals that occurred because of your arrival. Being a perfect combination of feverish,dehydrated, and unconscious your memories of these events, if any, are hazy and jumbled. You only awakened later inside Jub's dilapidated hut. Confused, frightened, afraid, and frankly disgusted by your surroundings, you were only able to moan and mumble, your throat too parched and worn from saltwater for speaking. "Hush child, and listen." said Jub, tipping a leaf of water into your mouth, "You are part of the Swift-Reeds tribe now, by right of finding, and in time you will learn all that the means and requires. For tonight, you will rest and heal, for your lessons begin tomorrow." Your mumbled queries about who the Swift-Reeds were and what exactly you were to learn were quickly hushed and interrupted as more water was given to you. Exhausted, you passed out soon after. You awake with a start late in the morning , after what seem like mere moments of sleep, to the sound of one object striking another a mere arms length from your face. "You are awake, good." Jub states, and goes back to his task. In one hand he holds a hammer made from a large shell lashed to a stick, in his lap he places a scallop shell half, still wet from the sea. The sound that woke you was the him striking the shell with the shell-hammer, afterwards he pauses and examines the shell closely, tracing the ridges and cracks with his fingers, before either tossing it outside the hut or placing it one of two bags. "Your lessons begin now, foundling, you are to watch, learn, and question. I have several favors that I need to repay and I do not plan on letting them grow with time, so you will learn by seeing while I work. We catch two fish with one cast in that way." The hammering and sorting begins again, rhythmic in its actions. What do you do? A: You cry, you are tired, thirsty, sore, sunburnt and a strange man in a disgusting hut is hammering shells an arms length away from your face. Of course you cry. B: Lash out, you are tired, sore, and thirsty and there is a strange man making loud noises in front of you while you rest. So you try to make him stop. C: Ask for water, drink and watch as you were told to do. Might as well try to figure out what he is doing. D: Ask where you are, who he is, and what is happening. E: Write in Edit: To clarify, Option E should be used for action write ins. You can freely ask Jub questions until the vote ends Wednesday night and I will respond to them as they are posted. What do you ask, if anything? I am going to be experimenting a bit with the question mechanic to figure out what I (and you) feel works the best. For now feel free to ask anything and as much as you would like (within character of course!), though you are not guaranteed an answer you like. Voting Ends Wednesday Night Telsa Cola fucked around with this message at 19:25 on Apr 25, 2018 |
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Aabcehmu posted:How do we understand what they're saying? Are we from a near enough tribe that our languages are mutually intelligible? As far as you know (which is admittedly not a whole lot), all tribes speak the same language. You do not think it is odd you can understand him.
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Grevling posted:This CYOA is giving me a real King of Dragon Pass vibe. King of Dragon Pass is fairly well built from an anthropology standpoint, which is why it holds up really well in my opinion. That lore book that came out several years ago was quite amazing. dont be mean to me posted:
While you do have memories of a place and people from before now, they are generally hazy and unclear enough that getting exact details about your origin is currently unlikely , likely a result of your young age and traumatic circumstances around your arrival. You do know that your people considered themselves a tribe, both as way of identifying themselves and as a way of social organization, though you are unaware of the specifics. You have not really been awake enough around the Swift-Reeds to get a second point of comparison. Telsa Cola fucked around with this message at 16:24 on Apr 24, 2018 |
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In hindsight, I realize that the options I wrote were a bit unclear, confusing, and redundant. I apologize for that, as I am still trying to get the hang of this. If in the future anything seems unclear just post or message me on discord and I will gladly clarify. To clarify, Option E should be used for action write ins. You can freely ask Jub questions until the vote ends Wednesday night and I will respond to them as they are posted. John_A_Tallon posted:E "Where's my mother? Where's my father? Where's my uncle?" Jub does not look up from his work as he responds, hammering a shell and placing it into one of the bags after a moment of examination. "Somewhere far away I imagine, perhaps from beyond the Bay, perhaps not. One is never sure what forest the driftwood springs from." Another blow, another shell added to a bag. "...It is also possible that they might have died in the storm." Another shell, another bag.
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Voting Closed Vote count and update tomorrow. Choice C Won Telsa Cola fucked around with this message at 21:50 on Apr 26, 2018 |
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AbysmalPeptoBismol posted:"Who are you? What do you do for the tribe?" Still working he simply replies "I am Jub, I find things for the tribe." Painfully sitting up, you ask Jub for a cup of water. He offers a brief glance at a wooden bowl placed along the nearby wall and goes back to his task. Finding the bowl full of warmish water you quench your thirst and sit back down on the bed, feeling the palm fronds crunch beneath you and chafing your sunburnt skin. You take this brief moment to look around his hut more.  You are surprised at how large the hut is, seemingly able to house three to four people comfortably, yet Jub seems to be the only resident. Your bed, and what appears to be Jub's workstation are placed on the far wall away from the entrance. An active hearth is located in the middle of the hut, with several logs and stones placed as benches. Several bundles of smoked fish are hung up among the rafters, filling the room with an oddly pleasant smell of smoke and fish. At least it seems you wont be going hungry. That is where the pleasant surprises end, however. You are no master at hut construction and repair but you are fairly certain that the walls and roof shouldn't be the color of rotting wood. Even more distressing, several portions of the thatch wall seem to be slowly caving inward, bulging ominously. The entire hut appears like it could fall down at any moment, which would be more concerning if the roof wasn't sporting so many holes that you are fairly sure you would be unhurt if it all collapsed on you. Various tools and pieces of leather are strewn across the floor. Then you notice the shells.  Lots and lots of shells.  An entire portion of Jub's hut by the entrance appears dedicated to storing shells. The shells are heaped on the floor, the only ordered thing about them is that they seem somewhat contained in that portion of the house. Your sharp eyes are drawn to subtle movement as you spot small crabs picking their way through the mess. You are fairly certain one turned to look at you before crawling along. You shudder.  Another clash of shell against shell occurs and you tear you eyes away from your surroundings to focus on Jub. He has just finished smashing a clam shell with the shell-hammer, and is running his hands along it. Peering closer, you realize his fingers are tracing the cracks and groves that were left from the impact. Jub appears to take a moment to ponder before placing the cracked shell into one of the bags by his side, immediately reaching for another shell. This time you are able to watch the entire process closely. Jub peers at the shell for a moment before placing it on small section of leather hide located on his lap. He raises the hammer up high before bringing it down sharply, striking the shell right right above the hinge. Tiny pieces of shell break off, and Jub sets the hammer down and beings to trace the freshly-made cracks. He looks over the shell for a few breaths before placing it into the other bag. The process repeats for sometime, the small pile of shells by his side getting ever smaller. You think you have worked out most of the system by the time the small pile by his side is depleted, though you don't understand many of the fundamental reasons. Shells are chosen from the pile at his side at random and any already cracked ones are discarded immediately. The shell is placed on his lap and struck with the shell-hammer, which is always raised up high before swiftly coming down. As far as you can tell the second examination takes place to make sure the shell has not been too damaged. Any shell with large pieces broken off was discarded, though Jub also discarded some shells you were sure were intact. The last step,the sorting of the shells by bag, was relatively easy to discern. Shells were sorted into bag by shade, with darker colors into one and lighter colors into another. When he is done and the bags are sorted Jub stands, paying no mind to the small rain of shell fragments that fall to the floor. Setting his tools aside he looks at you and asks "And what did you learn?" How do you respond? 1: You tell him you learned nothing. 2: You tell him what you have worked out through observation. 3: You tell him that you learned his hut is filthy. 4: You tell him you would like to go home. 5: Write in Voting ends in 48 hours Telsa Cola fucked around with this message at 04:47 on Apr 27, 2018 |
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Voting closed Vote Count Option 2: 8 votes Option 3: 5 Votes Option 5: Three different write ins, only one got more than one vote. Option 2 wins Update tomorrow morning. Telsa Cola fucked around with this message at 03:36 on Apr 29, 2018 |
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Crazycryodude posted:Can we do 2 and 3? 3 is a thing we have worked out by observation. I was debating about allowing it as a run off vote if Option 3 got a few more votes as I agree, the choices are complementary. However, the way approval voting is currently set up is that the single most popular option is chosen. Ill have a thread vote to see if people would like combinations to be a possibility in future votes. For now at least, you will have to live in the shell hell of Jub's hut without letting your disgust be known. Thread Opinion: In the future, if applicable, would you like the second most chosen option to influence the first? I am willing to allow it as long as it does not get too confusing. Yea or Nay? Telsa Cola fucked around with this message at 06:37 on Apr 29, 2018 |
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You recount what you have observed to Jub, almost blurting out your disgust of your surroundings but holding your tongue at the last moment. He remains standing and listens, giving you his full attention while you describe each step. Your descriptions are fairly simple, only consisting of a series statements such as "You did this, and then that" though you did mention what you believe to be his reasoning behind discarding and sorting shells. Regardless of the simplicity of your description, however, Jub seems pleased by your ability to repeat back his actions to him, often nodding his head as you go along. While you are talking a small swarm of crabs appears to investigate the shell shards at Jub's feet. He pays them no mind, focusing only on you.  After you are done Jub stands silently and appraises you for a moment before responding "Good, you have the eyes of an osprey, this will aid you in future lessons." He pauses for a moment. "Be wary of what your eyes tell you, sometimes they will lie." He reaches up and grabs a bundle of small smoked fish that was hanging from the ceiling, handing it to you. "Eat, heal, grow strong, you have many many lessons ahead of you, and you will never learn while the shark of hunger gnaws at you." Staring at the fish you suddenly realize how hungry you are and quickly devour them , bones and all. The taste and texture are strange to you but nice, smokey and slightly salty, with the skin having some nice crunch to it. You could get used to eating these you decide.  While you are eating Jub sweeps up the shell bags and departs through the huts sagging entrance, saying he will be back later at some point. He does not seem to care about what you choose to do in this time, likely guessing that you will stay in bed to rest. You take another moment to look around the hut. You are alone, besides the scuttling of the ever-present crabs. What do you do with your time? Option 1: You stay in bed to recover. You are sore, exhausted, and sunburnt. You pass out almost immediately. It has only been about a day since you were found and you still need time to rest and recover. You will likely wake up when Jub returns. Option 2: You poke around Jub's hut, trying to see if there is anything that you can uncover with a more thorough observation of the hut. You are not sure what you will find in the mess but given how many objects and trash are scattered around you are sure you will find something if you look hard enough. You will continue searching until you find something, Jub comes home, or you feel like you have searched everywhere possible. Option 3: You leave Jub's hut to explore the village. You do not like being kept inside all day and you might as well get to know the surrounding area and people. You will continue exploring until you get tired or it get's dark, whichever comes first. If this choice is chosen state if you will be focusing on interacting with people, exploring the area, or doing a bit of both. Option 4: You leave Jub's hut to try to escape from the village. You do not like this new life, and want to try to find your way back home, wherever that may be. You are young, unfamiliar with your surroundings, and still recuperating from your ordeal. Voting ends in 48 hours, thread opinion vote will also end at that time. Telsa Cola fucked around with this message at 21:29 on Apr 29, 2018 |
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Cannon_Fodder posted:What do we know about ourselves? The traumatic events around your arrival in the village, combined with your current general-near death state mean you currently do not remember anything specific outside a day or so ago. Past memories are hazy, though you do know that you are not originally from this tribe and that you supposedly have a family elsewhere. You remember your families voices, but not anything specific that they have said. You do not remember your original tribe-name, which is equally distressing. Your sample size is one but you are slightly lighter then the people in this village. You feel that, given Jub's praise, you are fairly good at observing and observational learning. You seem to know just enough of shelter construction and maintenance to know that Jub's hut appears to be on the verge of collapse and that it could easily fit 2-3 more people inside. Other then that you are not sure if you would know where to start with repairs without bringing the whole thing down. You know, looking at the hearth, that it will be burning for quite some time. You do not like filthy huts. Especially ones filled with crabs. Smoked fish is weird but you think it is good. You hurt all over, you are exhausted, you are full. Crazycryodude posted:We have basically no memory of our previous life and I've been picturing us as like around 8 years old. Maybe that's wrong, I don't think it's been explicitly stated how old we are, but that's the impression I get. You do not know exactly how old you are. To give you, the reader, a rough picture of your capabilities and size, you are approximately seven years old. This should not be taken as a statement about your expected responsibilities or roles. Ill answer anymore questions about things you might know about yourself. Keep in mind you are a castaway child who was found roughly a day ago after a tremendous storm season. You currently do not remember much.
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Cannon_Fodder posted:Ok, so we're slight of build, probably didn't do a lot of schlepping poo poo around. Dart throwing is always allowed, you just might not get the answer you want or answer at all depending. Jub is several shades darker then you, you are more of a medium tan while Jub is a deeper, darker, and richer color. You are wearing what appears to be an animal hide shawl, though it has been perforated many many times so that is breathable and not too unbearable in the heat and humidity. Jub was wearing something similar. You do not know what animal the hide is from, it seems unfamiliar. The clothing was put on you sometime when you were unconscious and the style is unfamiliar. You do not have any scars that you would deem interesting, you have the normal assortment of marks and scars that accumulate over childhood, such as a small burn scar on your left arm. You lack a reflective surface so your self examination is limited. Telsa Cola fucked around with this message at 23:53 on Apr 30, 2018 |
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Voting Closed I will try to get an update up sometime tonight thought tomorrow morning is more likely. Option 1 won! There will be a more detailed vote count later. Edit: Vote Count Option 1: 11 votes Option 2: 2 votes Telsa Cola fucked around with this message at 13:44 on May 2, 2018 |
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Update is going to have to be pushed back to sometime later today. Sorry, it is just that time of year again.
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John_A_Tallon posted:Ah yes, the late lambing season. I understand if you need to be on hand to help the ewes. Thank you for your understanding, I shall name the first lamb after you.
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Having nothing else to do once Jub leaves, and exhausted from your ordeals you decide to head back to the bed and rest. Climbing in, you fall asleep as soon as your head hits the palm fronds. You dream.  You dream of your mother. Her face is blurred and obscured but you know it is her from her voice and smell. You feel relaxed and safe with her. "Little one, the time for sleep has come." You complain, telling your mother you are not tired. You feel your complaints would be taken much more seriously if you did not yawn in the middle of them. Your mother laughs and promises to tell you your favorite story to help you sleep. You grumble but head to your bedding, angry at your body for betraying you in your time of need. Settling in, you ask your mother to tell you about.... What story would you like to hear? 1: Tell me again how the People came to be. Where did we all come from? 2: Tell me again how the earth and skies came to be. Why does the Shattered One hide and weep? 3: Tell me again about Elder Animals mother. I swear I saw one outside the village today! You wake up, feeling much better after some more sleep, though you are now hungry. Looking around, you realize that you have slept through all of the day and most of the night, only waking up when Jub returned to the hut. It takes him a moment to realize you are awake but when he does he hands you another bundle of fish which you promptly devour. He seems tired and worn, and as the firelight shifts in his direction you notice several small blood spatters on his clothes. He notices you staring and shakes his head "Axebeak got to Bah Te''s youngest on a hunt in the shrub lands. He will see another storm season, though he will have some hunting marks to remember it by, ornery beasts." Mumbling something about the son being a storming fool Jub sits by the hearth and eats his own meal. One, you note, made of smoked fish and freshly cooked meat. He sits in silence for a moment, watching crabs scurry after scraps, before turning to you. He appraises you silently for a moment before getting up and placing four bags by the bed. "If you feel able, your next lesson waits. Go to the beach at first light and collect four bags of clams while the tide is low." He makes a small indentation in the floor of the hut. "When you see this mark, dig swiftly and grab the clam when it appears". He sits with his back facing the hearth and waits for your response. How do you respond? A: Refuse, you still feel too exhausted to be doing any work outside. You tell Jub that you would like to rest more. B: Refuse, you will not be spending your first day on your feet digging in the muck. You tell Jub as much. C: Accept, you feel well enough to accept Jub's task. You tell Jub you will attempt to do the task. D: Haggle, you feel well enough to do something but not digging in the sand. You ask if there is anything else you can do. If you have any questions for Jub you may ask them now. Keep in mind he is quite tired. Vote ends in 48 hours Telsa Cola fucked around with this message at 06:08 on May 3, 2018 |
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AJ_Impy posted:Have you seen people like me before? Have you travelled to where I might be from? Jub looks you over carefully, taking time to scrutinize your features in the firelight. He thinks for a moment before simply saying “I have not.”
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May 3, 2018 18:05
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AbysmalPeptoBismol posted:What is an Axebeak? “A large bird, tall as a man. They eat leaves from what I hear from Bah Te’. Apparently they do not like to be surprised.”
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May 3, 2018 20:39
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Current Vote Count 6 votes for option 1 4 votes for option 3 3 votes for option 2 11 votes for Choice C 2 votes for Choice D Vote ends tonight at 10:00.
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May 5, 2018 01:13
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John_A_Tallon posted:1C His eyes light up a little bit when you ask. “They are for finding stones and animals, and to repay a debt.” His eyes dim and he looks down at his stained clothes and mumbles something about careless fools not needing any help. Telsa Cola fucked around with this message at 01:48 on May 5, 2018 |
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May 5, 2018 01:44
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Vote closed, 1C won. Will update tomorrow.
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May 5, 2018 06:53
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Outrail posted:"Pretend I'm a seven year old stranger who washed up in your village and doesn't have any contextual information for pseudomagical divination or the social mechanisms of shell dynamics. What the gently caress are you babbling about old man?" You press Jub further on the matter, insisting that he is not making any sense and ask for some clarity. He frowns slightly and says "The shells are used for Wayfaring. I will not say more, the lessons will show you the rest." Tell me about where we came from, mother. In the beginning there was the First.  The first walked the world alone, hunting the Elder Animals and harvesting the bounty of the earth. After a time, however, the hunting of the animals of the land offered the First no further enjoyment. The ripe fruits of the land were like ash in his mouth. The First was lonely. So the First decided to create a companion. The First set out, searching for the treasures of the land. After many trials and many winters of searching the First sat down with his prizes and began to create his companion. Using the furs of the Elder Animals he gave her the softest skin and finest hair. From the Wind's stolen song he gave her the sweetest voice. With the stolen treasures of the earth she was given eyes of crystal. When the First finished his work and looked at his companion he was pleased.  This as you know, was the Second. The Second breathed new life into the First and together they roamed the world. After a time they had a child, and this child was the first of the People. The First and the Second found they were happy with the child and created many many more. Gathered into the First Tribe and under the guidance of the First and Second the People prospered and multiplied. The People liven in harmony with one another and as the land gifted us it's wondrous bounty, food grew and grazed within easy reach. The People were happy.  But the People's happiness would not last for long. The Elder Animals, jealous of the lives of the People and seeking vengeance against the First and Second for the many many hunts joined together and attacked the tribe. The First Tribe fought for many many days, but in the end the Elder Animals were victorious and scattered the People across the world. The smartest, fastest, and strongest of the people survived the following winters and it is them who formed the many many tribes of the world, including ours. As for the the First and Second, they were imprisoned in the Deep Below by the Elder Animals, far from the People's eyes and thoughts. And that little one, is how the People, and our tribe came to be. Now rest child, we have a long day tomorrow. Update will continue in the next post, apologies about the delay!
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You tell Jub that you feel well enough to accept his task, eager get some fresh air after being cooped up inside for a day. His only response is a soft snoring, it seems he fell asleep sitting up while waiting for your response. Sighing, you get up and grab a drink of water, mouth dry from your breakfast. By the time you finish drinking your fill the first rays of sunlight appear, making their way through the various gaps and holes in Jub's hut. Grabbing the four leather bags from the bedside you leave. You stop for a moment to take in your surroundings, breathing the strange and salty air.  To your immediate right is a group of four huts, a large fire pit is smoldering in the middle of the group and you can hear the first stirrings of motion within the huts as the residents begin waking. To your immediate left lies two huts, laid side by side, along with another fire pit. It appears the inhabitants of these huts have already risen and left. Then you notice the ocean.  It goes on and on and on, so large that you can not see the opposite shore. It is smooth and featureless, with exception of the odd crest and bump as a wave rolls in. You stare amazed at it. Finally after several minutes of gaping you shake off your amazement and move towards it, eager to get your task done. Closer to the water's edge you pass by an enormous fire pit, charred tree trunks still piled within it. Between it and the ocean is a large mound made entirely out of shell and animal bones, an enormous crab is perched on top. It stares at you as you move along.  Finally you reach the shoreline, the feeling of wet sand compressing under your feet is a strange sensation for you. Looking down you notice the indentations Jub told you about.  Many many, indentations. At least you wont have to hunt around for the them. Kneeling in the wet sand you get to work, sand flying as you try to catch the clams before they escape your reach. The first few attempts go poorly, the clams are faster then you expect and slip through your grasp. After the first few erroneous attempts you learn a further lesson when you grab a clam too firmly and the shell cracks and cuts your hand. The resulting small, yet painful cut teaches you a lesson about care and control. Things move along more smoothly after this, however, and you soon develop a makeshift rhythm to your digging. Time passes, clams are caught, and the sun continues to rise.  After what seems like hours you are almost finished with your task. Three of the four bags are full and you are working on finishing up the fourth. However you have run into a small problem, the tide came in slowly but surely while you have been working, surprising and soaking you more than once. You have already dug the remaining "dry" areas of the beach within the village boundaries and you are uncertain about where else you could find clams. Frustrated you look around and consider your options. What do you do? A: Stop working and take the three full bags to Jub. Tell him that you were unable to fill the fourth bag because of the tide. B: While working earlier, you noticed the indentations continue outside the village boundaries. At the time you thought it best to stay within the cleared area, now you just want to be done with it all. You go outside the village boundaries to get the last bag filled. If you work quickly you should be able to be finished fairly fast. C: You remember the pile of shells you passed while walking to the shoreline. You grab shells from the shell mound to fill the last bag. Hopefully the crab wont be an issue. D: Take more time and slowly work over the remaining dry areas,looking for spots you missed. E: Something else. Write in Vote will close Tuesday at 8 pm
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May 6, 2018 11:37
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Outrail posted:Cassoary. We're on the northeast coast of Australia. We need to leave, right now. It is actually kind of interesting how Australia’s wildlife has been pretty crazy throughout history. The only other place that comes near in my opinion is South America, which makes sense I guess.
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May 7, 2018 02:12
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Voting Ends in seven hours Current Vote Count D: 6 Votes B: 5 Votes C: 1 vote Its pretty close currently!
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May 8, 2018 21:14
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About two hours left before the vote closes. Currently tied between B and D.
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May 9, 2018 01:46
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Vote closed! B wins.
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May 9, 2018 04:05
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