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An Unknown Future

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[x][Power] A New Story
[x][Extra] Scout the surrounding land

Need Heroic scouting
And a story for organization sounds good.

As for updates. Steady is best.
 
Its for some new discovery. Until we discover metal, tools are gated behind scouting and a waste of a hero
 
Cariyaga said:
Hm... @bluefur87 Can we write in Made Extra Tools for what our hero does?
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The lack of local stone makes her think that idea is not worth the effort. Keep in mind the only large stone deposit you know of was not close in your old camp, and you were closer to it back then. As is, you're stuck scrounging up whatever stone you can find laying around.

Her current workarounds for this are to go and meet up with Sky Stone to try and sponge more tools from them or look around and hope to find more stone in the bay.
 
[X][Extra] Made Extra Rafts
[X][Power] A New Story

Better boats mean we can more easily get and transport stone.
 
veekie said:
Nope. It was specifically crumbly stone unfit for tool production, which is why the Stone Seers split off to begin with, to go to the distant non-coastal hill with good rocks.

Though its a useful site later on.
The description is iron ore.
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Weren't they upriver from us? Given that, wouldn't it be useful to have better boats so we could better trade with them?
 
Cariyaga said:
Weren't they upriver from us? Given that, wouldn't it be useful to have better boats so we could better trade with them?
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As mentioned earlier, currently we are just far too distant to be able to maintain regular trade with them. Each trading party would require at least one crafter, to make sure the right material is being picked, one fisher, to provide transportation and potentially one hunter to provide protection and inland navigation.

That takes far too many people out of working, even if we did have better rafts. Ergo, it is far, FAR better to just scout out a new flint location.
 
To clear up some things.

There is an outcrop of stone that your previous settlement used for their stone tool needs. This outcrop is next to a river and contains stone that works decently for making stone tools. The stone you found near the coast did not work well for stone tools.

The Sky Stone primary camp is located on a remote mountain.

This last turn Sky Stone built a camp along the river nearby their mountaintop camp. This makes talking with them significantly easier.

Since there has been some discussion, I'll throw in a freebie that seems to have some people confused. You have found decent stone for making stone tools, you have not found flint or the equivalent there of, however.
 
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Distant Stones
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    Distant Stones​

    Near the shores of Fish Bay, amongst a couple dozen shelters of twigs and mud a single fire snapped and crackled from wet wood as it billowed smoke over the bay. Around this fire, several foxes sat and discussed the happenings of the day. They talked about where the fishing was good, tried to interpret the latest readings from the Stone Seer, discussed what the Kits had gotten up to, and many would simply snuggle up with each other and stare at the fire, passing the time. It was a time to relax beneath the stars and moons, when the kits were tuckered out and asleep.

    Well, there was always at least one kit.

    A little pair of paws pitted and patted across packed dirt, their owner stopping every now and then before ducking between shelters to try and keep the-, ew, gross, she did not need to see that. The kit scurried back a few paces and decided to simply head over to camp and hope none of the elder foxes would stop her. She didn't want to stumble on that again.

    Little Fish scampered to the camp's fire and sat down on a log in between Old Wave, a graying fox with far too many years to care that she was up this late, and Stream Tail, who was too absorbed in looking up at the sky to the point where Little Fish was sure she'd had actually learned to sleep with her eyes open. Her arrival wasn't as quiet or discreet as she would have liked, however, if the looks she was getting from almost every fox around the campfire were anything to go by. Jerks. How would they feel if they just walked in on... whatever that was. She didn't know, and was pretty sure she didn't want to.

    The motion seemed to catch Stream Tail's attention, apparently sleeping with your eyes open meant that you could actually still see out of them, and the fox propped herself up and turned to level a stare at her.

    Maybe if she didn't answer the elder fox would stop?

    She had to get bored eventually, right?

    Stop staring, go back to looking at the stars or whatever it was you were doing.

    "...Fire Paw was being a stupid kit," Little Fish finally relented as she broke eye contact with Stream Tail.

    The vixen sighed as she lifted Little Fish up, ignoring her squawk of protest, and put her on her lap. "You know that isn't an excuse to be up and out at this time. Though here you are, I suppose. So tell me, what did he do?"

    "He kept bragging about how he was going to be considered an adult because of how good he did on his first fishing," Little Fish complained as she struggled to get out of the crablike grip of the older vixen to no avail. Dam it, she was stronger than this. Also way too old to be sitting in laps. "He's being stupid. No one's going to think he's an adult just because his dad got lucky fishing."

    Stream Tail sighed before running her paw through Little Fish's- Hey! She was too old for sitting in laps and she was definitely too old to have her tail groomed for her. Why was Stream Tail treating her like she hadn't even seen a single changing of the winds! "You do know that bringing back a big catch isn't how we determine adulthood, right?"

    "That's what I said," Little Fish replied.

    "Then why, are you letting it bother you," Stream Tail turned her around and looked her in the eyes.

    ...she couldn't really answer that.

    Another sigh was let out and she was turned back around to face the camp fire. "Have you ever heard of the tale of the Lone Ant?"

    "...Yes?"

    "Perhaps you need to hear it again," she groaned, but Stream Tail ignored her protests.

    "One day, long ago, there was an ant. This ant was mighty and strong, able to move entire mountains, swim great distances, and fight great and mighty enemies. However, at the end of the day, he was just an ant. His mighty mountains were nothing more than small stones, the great distances he swam nothing more than small brooks, his mighty enemies, but wasps. To ants, these were great feats, but to the endless world, they meant nothing.

    This did not matter to the ant, however, and the ant would always go around and tell the other ants how he was the greatest. The ant was stronger than the others. The Ant was faster than the others. And the other ants could not, nor would they ever, compare.

    It was not a surprise to any, then, when this ant, sure in the mighty strength it possessed, challenged something no ant could."

    "He fought the grasshopper, yeah I know this story," Small Fish interrupted. "Fire Paw's basically the ant here, so why are you telling me this story?"

    Stream Tail was silent for awhile, and Small Fish was wondering if she had finally gotten one over one of the elders, when said elder spoke in an exacerbated tone, "why don't you finish the story then?"

    Small Fish let out a huff, knowing that this was going to, somehow, end in her looking like she was still a kit.

    "So the ant thought he was sharp stuff, like a new spearhead or some stupid lucky fisher, except he wasn't, right? Well, there was a grasshopper that lived on their little patch of dirt. The thing was a monster to them and could easily destroy any of the ants, but this ant, the stupid one, thought he could go and beat the thing up. The idiot tried, and got his tail handed to him for it, because of course he wasn't strong enough to fight the grasshopper. At the end of it all the grasshopper was laughing at just how stupid the stupid head was.

    Then the other ants came, all strong and working together. Sure, none of them were that strong on their own, but there were a lot of them and the grasshopper couldn't even begin to stop them. He barely managed to kill one or two before they all piled on him and started tearing him to pieces.

    So at the end of the day, Fire Paw is a stupid head and shouldn't try to make himself look so grown up because he got lucky."

    Throughout the entire telling, Stream Tail kept running her paw through the young foxes fur. The sigh as she finished up told her that, no, her quicker version of the story was not appreciated. Dam it, she was grown up. She didn't need to know the stories for little kits!

    "You forgot the part where the ant was the one who stopped the grasshopper from being able to harm the smaller, weaker ants. When it comes down to it, we all need to work together."

    "Then why don't you tell that to Fire Paw!"

    "Because, even if Fire Paw rubs your fur the wrong way, he is still a part of the tribe. If we work together every task becomes easier, but if we let problems we have with each other get in the way, those tasks become harder or even impossible. The other ants didn't have to save the strong ant, but they did and because of this they were able to slay the grasshopper."

    "...so I have to get along with Fire Paw even if he is an idiot?"

    "Yes, you do."


    New Culture Value Attained:
    Together:
    The world is mighty and its challenges great and numerous, perhaps even impossible. When working together and helping one another, those challenges become easier, more realistic, and possible.
    Pros: Gain a bonus to actions based on population.
    Cons: Population cap decreased.


    It was not long after Stream Tail had put young Small Fish to sleep that she rejoined Old Wave on the log. The young fox turned her head towards the stars as soon as she got back. She had always had a dislike for the habit of staring into the fire that many of the other foxes had, claiming that she didn't see any visions, only that it hurt her eyes. Old Wave eyed her for a bit, before deciding that the fox wasn't getting anywhere by simply laying there and thinking.

    "Have you come to a decision?"

    Stream Tail let her eyes slide over to the old vixen, before turning her focus back to the stars. "I don't know, the stone is great. It makes better tools than we've ever had before. Easier too."

    "But..."

    "But it's too far. At least by land. If we could find a waterway to the area, perhaps. We know that the river that this new stone is by goes through the Ocean Forest, but no one can find the route. We've even lost fishers trying, and I don't think we can afford to lose more."

    "So we must take the stone over land, then?"

    "It seems so. I'm not sure how worth it the stone is, but if we don't make the trip regularly, we won't be able to remember the route. So if we don't want to forget its location by the time we can make good use of it, we need to start using it now," the vixen let out a sigh ash she straightened herself up and rubbed her ears. "Why couldn't the stone have just been in a nice, convenient location hear by the bay?"

    "We are little different than ants when compared to the world, after all."

    Stream Tail let out a bark of laughter at that. Really, so far into adulthood and Old Wave still didn't stop using the stories to teach her.

    "We'll need more foxes, more rafts, more everything, really. I suppose we could start by creating a real camp over by the stone deposit, but I don't know if we could keep foxes so far off in line. They'd be just as likely to ignore us and go do their own thing as they would be to keep things friendly. I suppose we could always move our camp again, but the food is easy here and I doubt that anyone really wants to."

    "The challenges of being a Guide. You'll have to bare them soon, I'm afraid."

    As the two sat, listening to the other foxes chatter on and the fire crack and snap, Stream Tail tried to forget those last words. They had been coming up far too often for her liking recently.


    Not even a cycle of the seasons later, that Stream Tail was traveling to the Sky Stone Tribe without her elder for the first time. Now, she was the elder, and she was bringing along her own student. As she met and exchanged the pleasant words of greeting with the leader of the Sky Stone Tribe, she couldn't help but wonder if this twisting of her gut and standing up of her neck furs in anticipation of getting called out, told that she was not Old Wave and so she had no right to be there, was the same thing that Old Wave had felt when she first visited the Sky Stone Tribe as the elder.

    Baseless worries aside, she told the elderly matron of the goings on of the tribe. She spoke of how the last of the hunters had retired in disgust as his son had taken up fishing with amusement. They spoke together of the signs that the Sky Stone Tribe had been reading from the Stones and compared them to those read by the camp's Stone Seer. There were condolences for Wave's fate, the Sky Stone elder never referred to her by her aging name, perhaps trying to deny the passage of time, perhaps out of sheer habit.

    When Stream Tail finally revealed the new stone, and its location very far mistward of the bay, inland and near a great river that flowed into where the land started turning into the Ocean Forest, the elder's attention was piqued. After examining the stone Stream Tail brought with her for a night, the elder came back with her verdict.

    The stones were of spiritual importance, in addition to being excellent for tool making. How much, though, she could not say. Her honest thoughts were that it was little, but she'd have to use it with many other stones and in many other practices to be sure, and the few stones that Stream Tail brought with her weren't enough to know.

    She also agreed with her that the stone was needed for tools, but she cautioned her on being too eager to follow through with the idea.

    "The stones are clear, dear. Wave's changing of the tales has brought with it great change, but the tales must not only be wielded for a purpose. You need to tell more of them, ones not meant to have lessons and stories in them so that foxes can come home to a joy and not seek it out in the open water."

    That, was far more direct advice than she usually got, so Stream Tail figured this must be important if the stones so clearly showed that such action needed to be taken. Perhaps, though, it was to give her a guiding light in what to do for the seasons ahead.

    Grabbing Small Fish's paw, Stream Tail headed back to camp, wondering what she would tell them when she returned. It was a long way back, so she'd at least have plenty of time to think on it.

    Choose two actions from the list bellow. Use the [Action] tag to denote your choices for this and put a x2 next to any option you wish to take a second time.

    Special: The Sky Stone Tribe has declared you should perform a "Be Creative" action.
    • Be Creative: Encourage discussion, storytelling, whatever people can think of in order to enrich the lives of your people.
    • Build Rafts: Use tools to make extra rafts to allow you to travel much farther to get far away resources and explore further, as long as it is along a waterway.
    • Craft Ornaments: Create extra decorative pieces with which to adorn people and their dwellings.
    • Craft Tools: Create a stockpile of tools with which to work on major projects.
    • Forget Story: Some songs are best forgotten, ornaments best left buried where the next generation can't see. Make an effort to forget several traditions. (Current Targets Available: A Better Way, Together)
    • Insult: Show your greatness by insulting another group and showing they can not respond to you. (Current Target Available: Sky Stone Tribe)
    • Meet: Sit down and talk with a group to exchange stories and gifts. (Current Target Available: Sky Stone Tribe)
    • Migrate: Perhaps, this land is not good for your people. Migrate to a new land. (Current Targets Available: Sky Stone Stone Outcrop, Inland Fish Bay, Mistward Fish Bay, Flint Stone Outcrop)
    • New Camp: Use tools to construct more permanent shelters so your Foxes can live more comfortably. (Target Location: Sky Stone Stone Outcrop, Inland Fish Bay, Mistward Fish Bay, Flint Stone Outcrop)
    • Raid: Someone has stuff that you want or need. Go take it. (Current Target Available: Sky Stone Tribe)
    • Refine Story: Discuss the true meaning of a story and how your family should interpret it. (Current Target Available: A Better Way, Together)
    • Scout: Explore your surroundings to see what you can find.
    • Tell New Story: Songs can be steered to teach new lessons and ornaments new meanings where they had none before.
    Hint: Your number of actions is based off of your population.

    QM/Note: Alright, this looks like about 800 words, maybe 1k if I push it. Not much, but not much happened in the update, so eh? What can you do.

    *Update is well over 2k words long.*

    Wat.

    Updates will be Monday-Wednesday-Friday next week.
     
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