[X] Plan Resettling Foundations
-[X] [Kin] Embrace them fully, once the firebrand Grand Shaman is dead. (Additional settlement founded for free, Northlands folds into the People.)
-[X] [Action] Create Craftsmen
-[X] [Action] Archaic Charcoal Kilns (Crystal Lake, The Fingers)
--[X] Double Down
-[X] [Action] Expand Fishing Fleets
-[X] [Admin] Raise Temple (The Fingers) 1/2
-[X] [Empowerment] War Chief (Raid: Arrow Lake)
-[X] [Empowerment] Headman of Fingers (Raise Temple: The Fingers 2/2)
-[X] [Empowerment] Frontier Leader (New Trails)
Counting up the marks on her tally clay, Luule kept coming up short. It wasn't much she was short in the grand scheme of things, but it was noticeable and it irritated her to be short at all. The demand for the new fuel had skyrocketed almost at the same pace as its production and the People produced a lot. Charcoal was better in virtually every way compared to wood; the fuel burned hotter, it was significantly lighter for the same volume, and it was far cleaner. Wood, when it burned, belched black smoke and soot that covered every open surface; charcoal did not have that drawback.
It seemed strange to Luule that half burning wood turned it into a fuel that was even better. She was sure, if she asked one of the Ember-Eyes, they could try to explain the intricate spiritual interactions, but it would be beyond her. That type of thinking had never made sense to her.
Instead, Luule liked the sight of people. Not talking to them per se — though she was not afraid of that — but in seeing them go about their lives. Watching young men haul wood, charcoal, and pots of food underneath the stern eye of their supervisors. The chatty and gossip of young mothers as they prepared the evening meal with one eye while the other was fixed on their rambunctious children. Seeing master craftsmen who could, in a single sigh of disappointment, reduce a cocksure apprentice to blubbering excuses. Listening to elders as the spoke around the fire, sharing the People's stories while instruments strained faintly in the background. Even the shaman, as they argued bitterly over how beast to appease the spirits and ensure good fortune, was of interest to Luule.
It still amused her to think how thankful the shaman had been at the widespread adoption of charcoal. The Temple of Fire and Ice that the Frost-Scarred had constructed was the single largest building in the Fingers and made extensive use of flame in order to convey the struggle of living warmth and deathly cold. During the summers, a fire constantly burned in an enormous stone basin set in the central chamber. The basin itself was enormous, carefully cut from a block of pure quartz large enough that it had required two rasbaska to work side by side in order to carry it.
Around that central chamber, several supplementary rooms were constructed. These, thankfully, stayed heated all year long for the benefit of visitors and apprentices, but the fully-fledged Frost-Scarred Shaman shunned those rooms. They instead preferred to live in the cold cellars dug into the earth beneath the temple. It was only during the winter when the great central brazier was extinguished and filled with ice and snow that the Frost-Scarred came out. They lived in the freezing central room, training their acolytes until the world warmed again in the spring when they would return to their cellars.
The central brazier was for sacrifices; food, clothing, trinkets, old tools, anything that signified personal struggle and the battle to overcome it was welcomed. The Frost-Scarred creed made a metaphorical shiver trace of Luule's spine. "We are all in pain, every day of our lives. Pain is weakness leaving the body; a sensation that is in passing. Though finite in life, sensations are to be enjoyed for they remind us. Join in our ecstasy." The wizened old shaman that told it to Luule lacked a nose and much of the flesh on his face was blackened. When he smiled, the few teeth he had remaining were grey and dead.
To a girl who had come to give up a childhood doll made of woven reeds, it was deeply unsettling. Even standing outside the temple, looking in the the Frost-Scarred inside, Luule could remember her feelings from that day.
Putting the thought out of her mind, Luule singled to one of her aides. She was no longer in the right set of mind to work today. She had fallen out of the zone, and to go back to counting stores would just leave her frustrated; disappearing supplies tended to have that effect. It was far better to work when thought and deed aligned, than to waste them in discord. The girls who had wormed their way into being her aids would know to fire the clay slates that she had just finished up and set them aside for storage. In the past, it was rarely worth keeping the clay tally slates for long, but Luule felt it necessary. She could resume exactly where she left off with the records preserved. Still, in those moments, Luule felt a little bit like a fraud; the Weeping Warrior had always known what to do and made the right decisions absent any records. Was it right to depend on them and force all those who came after her to do so when before they had never been necessary? Clay tablets quickly took up space; room that could be used to store people, animals, or even supplies.
The air outside was crisp and slowly cooling as Luule walked through the Fingers. It wasn't winter yet, but the First Frost had already come and gone. If she hadn't been busy for most of the morning, Luule was certain that she would've seen frost clinging to every surface. It was a decidedly lazy time of year; the harvest of fish, rice, and agriculture was complete. Everything had been preserved and stored. Only a few stragglers were left bringing wood to the colliers to ensure they'd have enough fuel to keep warm.
All that remained were the warriors fighting in the south. The fighting had been going on and off for as long as Luule could remember. It was never big, never grand, just... a kinsman becoming an empty place at the table during feast days. A distant friend or client displaying scars or moving with a pained stiffness that never seemed to leave them. Luule knew, exactly, how many people suffered but it was never as real as those moments.
Sitting down at the base of the outer wall, Luule sighed. Thinking dark thoughts was not going to help her mood. Glancing up, Luule had barely an instant to process before horror overwhelmed her. Stalking above her, just out of reach, was a large, whiskered face. Cougar, he mind supplied quickly. The large highland cats were rare, but not unheard of; dangerous beasts that even hunters rightly feared.
A scream had nearly worked its way out of Luule's throat when the cougar... bulged. Its face rippled, expanding outwards like a bubble and its mouth opened up into a great, gaping pit. Flesh crinkled, bone cracked and splintered, before the cougar deflated and its face fell, clattering on the bricks beneath it.
"Jeree," Luule hissed. She could see his smug, toothy grin staring back down. His tongue lolled out for a moment before snapping back behind his teeth with a click.
He grinned. "Was I missed?" The warrior stooped to pick up the face of the cougar he'd dropped. Luule wondered how she could have mistaken it at all for real fur and skin. It had teeth of ivory with soft, muted tones of brown and yellow for skin. Both dyes were unusual, but the first was common to traders from the Island Makers, and the second could be bartered from the Ember-Eyes. Mother-of-pearl stood out along the mask's jaw, mimicking the cougar's characteristic bright face. Even the eyes were clearly aquamarine dye, manufactured from lapis luzili for all their unmatched brilliance. It was a piece of art made from materials gathered from the People and all of their neighbours, yet it was still not fur.
"The accuracy of Lake of Arrows has left much to be desired," Luule said dismissively. Jeree gaped and clutched his chest in silent exageration. "Yes, I wound you."
Jeree tensed, throwing himself upwards with a powerful jump. His cloak spun out, framing him in a halo of woven leaves, that briefly blinded Luule. By the time he reappeared, Jeree was sitting beside her. Mask on, concealing what Luule was certain was an enormous grin. He reeled away, jumping to his feet and coming to rest, spine perfectly straight. The short warrior looked almost respectable.
"The war is done," he said simply. "The settlement of Arrow Lake has officially surrendered. Their other holding, South Reach, had propped up one of their own as Most Ancient. They've washed their hands of everything. If we don't push them, they'll leave us be."
"Arrow Lake surrendered?" Luule asked. It almost seemed unreal that the settlement had fallen. It had been nearly twenty-years of on-and-off raiding.
"Aye." Jeree shivered. "Did you ever receive training as a shaman, Greatness?" After Luule denied it, Jeree continued. "I did. I... I was a Star Shaman, for a while. At least, I was in training to be one." Reaching under his cloak of crinkled, fallen leaves, Jeree pulled out a small, ivory disk. On it was a simple, open six-pointed star; etched and burned directly into the material.
"You undertook the Rite of Dark Night," Luule said. It shocked her; only the most spiritually attuned attempted it. Even then, many died.
"I failed it," the small warrior said. "I lasted for half the night before the voices of the Heart got to me. I was begging, screaming, kicking at the Ivory Door, just to be let out. It was loud enough, I'm sure I could've woken the sleeping dead. If I had stayed, however, I would've died." He shrugged. "The Mysteries entombed in the Cave of Stars were too great for me. It wasn't my path, I was incompatible; I returned to my mother's tribe and became a Horned Rider. Their Mysteries were possible to me."
"I see," Luule lied. How did it relate to Arrow Lake's fall? Jeree laughed and Luule cursed. She had said that last bit out loud, again, hadn't she?
"We had formed up around Arrow Lake, just outside the walls. The defenders were lining up across from us for one last, glorious charge; they were finished. Many of them were starved enough I'm sure they'd had more than a few idle thoughts about eating each other. Just before the battle, the eldest of the Ember-Eyes asked permission to unleash their magic. It was... have you seen how they tend fire? How they can conjure it up by dripping water on tinder? They... they managed to take the fire into them, somehow. Within a moment, the eldest war-shaman conjured flame from nowhere and hurled it in a steak of fire. It flew straight and true, further than a hunting bow, but less than a war bow."
Jeree was silent. He shuddered, "The orbs of flame burst against the shields and bodies of Arrow Lake's remaining defenders. Sparks rained everywhere. Some of the projectiles lodged themselves within their shields or armour. They went down screaming, trying futilely to somehow put it out. The grass at their feat caught alight... they threw down their weapons after that. We managed to storm the open gate and take nearly everyone captive."
"How...? How did the Ember-Eyes master fire?"
"It's not my Mystery," Jeree said. "I can ride and sneak and wear the skin of a beast. Fire shouldn't be possible to control. It's not alive, right?"
"How do the others see the Ember-Eyes," Luule asked.
"They're exalted by everyone. What might have been a risky battle was instantly crushed with their power. It's foolishness to cross a shaman, but now, the Ember-Eyes? They're beyond that. Their word is close to holy writ."
Luule nodded. She would have to prepare for their return; things would change if that was the case. Based on the look Jeree was giving her, he knew it too. "Thank you for returning so swiftly," she said. "Are the others behind you?"
"No. Not yet. The warriors are uncertain what you want done now. Whether to push the war — which I do not recommend, by the way — where to take the captured Debtors, and how my people are going to be settled. Things are up in the air and there's a lot of moving parts. Whatever you decide, a bit of delay was necessary; Arrow Lake's people were so starved, they would not have survived the journey here."
"Why should we let the war lie? Now would be the time to continue the pressure, to break South Reach so that they don't become a threat."
"If we push them, South Reach is going to ask for help. The Black Scars are southwest of them; not extremely far. They'd almost certainly be willing to help for concessions in lapis luzili, hunting grounds, and other resources. If we let them sit, they could become a problem in the future, but if we push them, they will be a problem right now. One that would be difficult to deal with. Striking the Black Scars would be impossible."
"Now that victory's arrived, the only question is what to do with it," Luule said. "Rest and I'll have instructions for you in the morning."
What should be done with the People of Arrow Lake? (If their settlement is not maintained, it will be destroyed for defensive reasons.)
[ ] [Lake] Maintain the settlement, but mix in a noticeable number of the People, primarily shaman and warriors. (++ Luxuries, ++ Crafts, + Materials, - Martial, - Magic)
[ ] [Lake] Maintain the settlement, but disperse all of Arrow Lake's population among the wider People. (+ Luxuries, + Crafts)
[ ] [Lake] Integrate Arrow Lake into the People; have them address the lack of luxuries. (+ Luxuries, + Staples)
[ ] [Lake] Integrate Arrow Lake into the People; have them address the lack of Materials. (+ Materials, + Craftworks)
Where should the Northlands merge with the People?
[ ] [North] Found their own settlement at River-Bend, west of the Fingers. (++ Staples, + Luxuries, - Crafts, - Materials)
[ ] [North] Found their own settlement at Wide River, east of the Fingers. (++ Staples, + Luxuries, - Crafts, - Materials, interfer with Pearl Diver trade?)
[ ] [North] Merge into Arrow Lake's settlement. (+ Staples, + Martial, + Luxuries)
[ ] [North] Upgrade the Cave of Stars into a full fledged settlement. (+ Staples, + Luxuries)
[ ] [North] Maintain their current summer camp as a year-round settlement. (+ Staples, ++ Luxuries, - Materials)
[ ] [North] Disperse among all of the People's settlements. (+ Martial, + Staples)
Continue to press the war with the remains of Arrow Lake (South Reach)?
[ ] [War] Yes.
[ ] [War] No.
AN: Vote is locked until tomorrow.