[b][color=FF0000]The Rokthani | Population; 245[/color][/b]

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As the sun sets over the endless shifting sands, two Rokthan parties make their way northwards to the Ki'Kisk river, where they plan to cross for the first time in memory. The troop sings traditional Rokthani limericks to pass the time while hauling a flat mass of sticks and twine.

[i]"Oooooh

The farmer named Ladi was working
In the fields, she spent most of her days
When the sun came on out
And the fields all dried up
The bottle was her home evermore"[/i]

Eventually they came to the river. It was a moderately sized one, about one hundred feet in width this specific point. Due to natural Rokthan anatomy, swimming through the water was literally second nature. However, one of the two groups did not plan to cross the river. But instead, intended to traverse its current.

The Rokthan are not sailors. Nor do they even have regular contact with large bodies of water. Nonetheless, the best Rokthan minds set out to figure out how to solve the problem of traveling down the river in the quickest way possible. Finding a way to get back quickly was not priority. They devised a scheme to allow travel of a small group's worth of personnel downstream through taking advantage of the plants around them. Finding that old sticks and such float easily in the pools at the base of the mountains that form in the spring, they figured that the key to water transportation lie in using enough of those to support the bodies of the explorers. Through several tests, they determined the amount of wood needed to support a single body, painstakingly assembled the materials, and thus, the first [s]boat[/s] raft was born!

The leader of the raft group helps set the craft down and speaks up to the others. "Alright, this is where we part ways. Thank you all for the lovely conversations. I hope our groups can speak again soon!"
The other group smiles, nods, and takes their first dip in the river. "Blimey, that's cold!" one yelps.
Their leader prepares to hop in. "Ahh, yep, this stream comes right down from the mountain range. There may be natural springs nearby as well."
"L-let's just... g-g-get this over with!" he shivers.
One by one, they slid into the water. Five members of the raft team left for the river crossing team since the raft could only hold five people. 14 people made it across the river alive. The one that was lost, they say, was never found, and nobody could remember their name.

The raft's maiden voyage was, seemingly, a success. Even though fears of it suddenly falling apart never left their minds, they continued into the unknown, charting as much as they could along the way.