[b]The Society, Population 317, Era of Oxameter the Walker.
Technological Developments: 
Writing 7/8
Architecture 5/5 Complete
Organized Religion 6/8[/b]
[b]Eastern Woodlands:[/b] 
"Hmm...How curious." The Ferream spoke to himself.
Mr. Marsh observed silently, before commanding "The wolf wishes for a mask of stone! And this wish shall be granted. Quick, my inferiors, hollow a rock and gift our Ashen brothers!" 
"Ode to the rock!" The Polyposide shouted at the distracted Ferream. "Bring him a hallowed rock. And shape it like the wolf! Quick! For the holiest and most pious lord commandeth." 
A Ferream quickly gave a Salute and quickly grabbed a sharp stone and a large rock and quickly attempted to hollow the rock. 
Marsh smiled at his comrades before quickly screaming "Ode to my departure. For I must leave thee. Authority is granted to the philosopher and with him you must stay. I shall return to the homeland and greet some long awaited guests." 
Marsh quickly ran of leaving behind the Choir soldiers that he had brought. 
[b]The Settlement: [/b]
"Behold! The creature of dark now marches upon our golden dunes!" The guard screamed into the dark tent. 
Mr. Death calmly signaled for him to bring the creatures into his tent and the guard quickly did so. 
The curious creatures wandered inside the tent and became relieved at the darkness of the tent. 
"Welcome, strange travelers, to our glorious city! Seldom have we got your kind before. I have to say, it is a rather curious sight to see a Nightwalker. Do you understand?" 
The leading member of the group (or so it appeared) nodded and spoke 
"Yes. Speak similar. Can understand." 
Mr. Death glared back in surprise. 
"By the gods. I've never seen a foreigner speak the Language, as much as you did botch it. Well, regardless, I suppose I should inform you of us. Ode to me, minister of war and industry. Tell me, do I speak to an inferior or minister?" 
The leader glanced around slightly confused. 
"Minister?" He said with lack of confidence. 
Mr. Death failed to sense the confusion. 
"As I should hope. So first, any questions of what you saw  out there?" 
The leader nodded and asked "Sphere-heads. Many handed ones. Woodmen. What are they?" 
Mr. Death sighed quickly before answering. 
"Well, first off, the sphere heads are the Illis. They have no mind to think but a body to act, and thus are used for labor. The many handed ones are my brethren, we are gifted to rule and thus we reside over this humble principality. As for the woodmen, they are our artisans and soldiers. But this comes to no surprise to thee, as you are spirits, if the tales are right. But I have little time to verify, for frankly, you bore me. Begone to Mr. Thought, he should be enough of a distraction until Mr. Marsh arrives." 
The group leader nodded quickly pretending to have understood the rude minister's words before being dragged off into Mr. Thought's tent.
(Second part coming tomorrow, couldn't continue due to chronic writer's block.)