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[b]The Party[/b]

Suddenly, the sky began to attack the arguing group, or so it seemed. Everyone suddenly stopped talking as six Herenthor fell, long shafts protruding out of them. The rest were scattered and identified the threat, it wasn’t the sky, but warriors from the peoples they had been watching. 

Seven of the ten remaining Herenthor coward behind the other three, who were the armed 'warriors'. The three were ready to fight. Despite their courage, they would be no match for the more advanced Arsuron. They were probably going to die, along with one or two of their fellow party members before the rest of the group surrendered. It had been generations since the Herenthor had experienced war, and the group had came frightfully unprepared for fighting, having none sort of armor.

[i]Years Later[/i]

[u][color=a0410d]The Herenthor, Population:140 [/color][/u]

[b]Hmph[/b]

Hmph and Ferf had their prey in their sites. A large pherp had wandered into the jungle and now it had become food. Hmph rocketed a stone at the beast's head, wounding it. Then, he released the leash he had fashioned out of Thith pellets, and Ferf finished the job. Hmph used a stone to sever the head and then gutted the animal. Once he was finished prepared some coals and got to cooking, he was going to eat well for a while.

After a couple of hours, Hmph fell asleep belly full and eyes heavy. Suddenly, he felt very awake and disoriented, until he saw a giant red version of Ferf, who Hmph immediately recognized as Threetna, the God of life. [i]My child,[/i], it conveyed telepathically, [i] I must teach you how to worship me now you know of my existence. To bring me strength for you protection, you must sing the song of…[/i], for the duration of Hmph dream he was instructed all of the rituals and prayers he needed to know. After this lesson he was instructed to teach these ways to the rest of the Herenthor.

Domestication:¾

Leatherworking ⅓

Religion: ⅔

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[b]Herenthor Village[/b]

Today was a sad day, Phamp, the leader of the Herenthor had passed. There was a ceremonial procession and many Herenthor came to attend. As an era of peace had come to an end, a frightening one was beginning.

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[b]The Wells[/b]

Tref was saddened by the news of Phamps passing, but did not have much time to grieve as he was busy overseeing the Trefsth project,  which was the name Phamp used to indicate the operation of digging the wells and transporting the water. He chose the name based on the Herenthorese practice of putting a ‘th’ at the end of a something that was named after someone else, such as a son or a tool. 

To anyone who would ask, Tref would gladly exclaim that the project was going great. A whole network of wells had been set up all over the area, and more were being made each day. Herenthor from all around were flocking to get in on the project too. A new form of trade was being discovered as Herenthor who were successful hunters or farmers would give others some of their food to others who would do tasks such as build wells or transport water. Eventually families found that it was easier to stay near the wells than to travel between them and the village. Finally, they declared themselves a village and gave it a name, something that had never done before. It was unanimously decided that the village would be called Trefsth, and in addition to naming the village after him, Tref was declared leader.

Tref’s fun didn’t even end there. As more wells were being dug, new materials were being found underground. After awhile, some Herenthor with extra time on their hands began to experiment with these materials, they found that they became malleable under intense heat. It was all so fascinating for Tref, who would lose sleep dreaming of the implications.

Mining ¼

Metal Work ⅙