[b]The Society, Population 306, Era of Oxameter the Walker.
Technological Developments: 
Copper 4/8 
Logic 4/6 
Writing 4/6 
Agriculture 4/5[/b]
"Forward, my travelers, to the north!" Mr. Death screamed as a group of Ferream gathered supplies. 
The travelers had created an interest in the outside world across the Settlement. And this was followed up by the Minister's sight of possible economic benefits and the Choir's belief that this was the will of the Gods. The Ferream were ordered to march towards the north, and follow the river. The four travelers stood up through the crowd and saluted to Mr. Death and repeated the chant of the Choir. 
"To Oxameter, who marches to the beat of time. To Cthugha, who marches with clinking coin. To Tzeench, who shall never move across the plains of The Society." 
Across the morning Dunes, the travelers marched north.
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