[b]The Society, Population 317, Era of Oxameter the Walker.
Technological Developments: 
Writing 8/8 Complete
Early Theater 1/5
Copper Working 1/6
Organized Religion 6/8[/b]
[b]The Settlement:[/b] 
"Finished! Finished! By Tzeentch we have finished it! O praise the world and skies! The collected hymns of the Choir lies upon thee, my peers and my inferiors." Mr. Thought screamed from atop his podium followed by a flurry of screams of joy and praise. 
"Joy and tranquility upon thee, for the meditations hath been documented! Not the meditations of us petty creatures, yet the ones of the gods! Through years of work and labor from our great scholars, we have created a new language. A language of scribe and papyrus. This new language shall be used by all our merchants, philosophers, and leaders whom shall use it at their convenience. This shall be done as soon as possible, for he who aspires to be great shall learn the works of those he envies, lest failure becomes inevitable." 
He stopped for a moment which sat in dead silence as the crowd watched anxiously. 
"My apologies, gentlemen. I mustn't become distracted. Ode to the Hymns, my brethren. five of these texts have been written, and four shall be given. One to the lizerdmen who wander the northern plains [@Nerevarine], one to the wolves who bare Ashen fur [@Raindeer], one to the arriving Nightwalkers whom shall be given a copy upon their arrival [@Fatherdagon] , and lastly one shall be transported to the east in hopes of finding more creatures of old [@Diehard243] . Perhaps later ones should be given to the Arsuron brothers. It is of course important to mention that not all of these shall happen at the same moment, however we shall start with the Ashen wolves, the Nightwalkers, and the travelers as these are of the most importance to us. A Choirman missionary shall accompany these holy texts to teach them how to read this grand new language. Gentlemen, such a-." 
Mr. Thought stopped as three Nightwalkers accompanied by a guard wandered into the tent and gathered the attention of the crowd in front of him. 
"Gods! They hath arrived! Exit, ye who bare not black eyes!" Mr. Thought screamed loudly. 
The crowd exited with disappointment as Mr. Thought jumped off his podium to greet the creatures. 
"Good day, my faceless companions! Hold on as I try to find something so you can get an idea of what in the void I'm saying." 
He looked around to try and find a stone in which to communicate. The leader of the group glanced at him and said 
"No need. Speak similar. Taken here by woodman. Already spoken to pale one." 
Mr. Thought sat silent in observation for a moment.
"Hmm... It appears are tongues strike quite similar. I'm certain Marsh will be glad to hear this. Regardless of this, I must ask you a few questions to satiate my curiosity of you strange beings." 
The leader of the group nodded, ignorant of what he agreed to. Soon after, Mr. Thought barraged them with a series of questions that left them overwhelmed. However this was only temporary, as Marsh barged in before they were able to answer even one question to the disappointment of Mr. Thought. 
"Ode to you, my companions of black!" Marsh spoke once outside of the tent with the group. 
"I wish great luck and fortune to thee, and with that you may depart." 
Mr. Thought than came running out of the tent and frantically told Marsh of the Hymns completion. Marsh handed them the book and instructed them to treat it with care. 
"Depart, my brothers, and soon a visitor shall arrive and show you the path to greatness and truth." He concluded as the group prepared to return to their homeland. 

[b]The Eastern Woodlands:[/b]
"Ode to the homelands, my brothers, let us return to them." The philosopher spoke triumphantly. 
"Indeed, we shall return." One of his comrades responded. 
A Ferream than drew a picture representing their departure and the location of their homelands before leaving towards the west.