[h2][centre]The Wuhdige Tribe[/centre][/h2]
[centre][h3]The Amazing Decade[/h3][/centre]

The victory over the Elu and the Wogweh had meant everything. After Aloo and his warriors had come home triumphant, a simple call to arms was all it took to send the Wuhdige back on the warpath. Over the following two years after the Elu’s defeat and the Wogweh’s expulsion from the island, the Wuhdige dedicated themselves to claiming new land and new fishing grounds. Selka that had never before left the safety of Hohm cast themselves out into the woods and onto distant beaches to expand the tribe’s territory. Previously simple fruit and nut-picking camps were reinforced with better, sturdier burrows, and the ones closest to Hohm were reinforced with earth ditches and short palisades - some even had watchmen all year round. The whole northern tip of the island became populated as chieftain Aloo encouraged more and more selka to leave Hohm and establish new permanent camps by new fishing grounds. 

As the second year approached, one of the northern camps, a small group of maybe ten selka, caught some wonderful-tasting fish: they were fat, juicy; they were slow and clumsy in the water. Catching them was pup’s play. The leader of this small camp, one named Hadama, decided to bring some back to Hohm. Immediately, it was a hit.

“Hadama, my dear friend,” said chief Aloo amiably to the grinning selka. “How ‘bout you bring us a share of this type of fish every now and then? How does once a month sound?”

“Well, if Lugo’s merciful enough to give us catches like that, I don’t see why not!” Hadama replied smilingly. “Though, if it’s alright wit’cha, chief, we need a couple’o things back at the camp.”

“Naturally, bro. What do you need?”

Hadama rubbed his hands hands together nervously. “W-well, if it ain’t too much to ask, chief, the trees up north are no good to chop with our tools - we could use a couple o’ axes and some firewood for the time while we chop.”

“Sounds good, bro,” Aloo declared and clapped Hadama on the shoulder. Duhwah came over with a long wooden pole, at the head of which was inserted a sharpened rock. The rock sat in a charred hole through the pole, making it sit fairly tightly. During the almost three years, Wuhdige knowledge of tools had crossed a threshold - a selka had one day been chopping at a tree with a sharpened rock as usual, when her spear had caught fire in the nearby pyre. Desperate to put it out, she had hammered at it with the rock in her hand, smashing it apart. Disheartened, she tried to reattach the tip, and found that a small split at the top of the spear pole where the fire had burned actually held the spear tip rather firmly. More experiments had been carried out after the news spread until the new stone axe had been invented. Now it, as well as the pickaxe and hammer, were the core tools of daily work. 

Aloo placed the axe in Hadama’s hands and nodded. “Wood will be waiting for ya outside, bro - be safe on your way home.”
Hadama grinned at the axe and took the chieftain’s hand. “Thank ya, chief! Thank ya so much!” He then strolled out with a happy hum.

Duhwah gave Aloo a friendly punch on the shoulder. “You’re doing better since the Wogweh left, chief.”

“Sure am, Duh. Every day, more and more selka come to Hohm to tell us that they’ve found new fishing grounds or berry bushes. If this keeps up, then I dunno what we’ll do with all this food.”

“Sounds like a good time for you to get yourself a girl and a bunch’a pups, son,” Duhwah proposed. Aloo made a frown and rubbed his hands together.

“W-well, sure, but… Already?”

Duhwah smacked him proudly on the back and Aloo unleashed a dry cough. “‘Course, son! After all these years of fightin’ and hatin’, we all gotta remember our roots, go back to what really matters…” The champion gave the chieftain a heartfelt smile. “Family.”

Aloo scratched his temple. “I mean… Yeah, I suppose.”

Woi’e, who had been sitting by the fire cave fire, stood up and hammered her fist to her chest. “Family’s everything, chief. You’re on your sixteenth year. It’s a good age to have your first.”

Aloo kept his earlier frown. “It’s just… I’ve not really thought about anything like that since, since pa got carried off. But, I mean… We gotta carry on our traditions, right?”

Duhwah and Woi’e nodded approvingly. “That’s right chief. So you’ll do it, then?”

Aloo nodded. “Ye--”

“Hold on! Are you discussing my boy’s marriage without me?!” came a yell from the cave mouth. The three turned to look at a semi-smiling Selenu, who went over and hugged Aloo tightly. “N’aaaaw! My little boy’s gunna get a girl and then get some pups! Your pa would’a been so proud!”

“M-ma! Not in front of my--eck!” 

Selenu squeezed extra hard and pecked him on the scalp before letting go. “I have just the girl for ya, my boy. You know Agono?”

“The Agoh girl?” Duhwah asked. Woi’e shook her head.

“Oh, nah. Nah, nah, nah - the chief’s not taking an Agoh. Nuh-uh, nn-nn.”

Selenu put her fists on her hits. “Well, what do you suggest, then, Woi’e?”

The shieldboss crossed her arms over her chest triumphantly. “Isn’t it obvious? He should take a Woiwoi for wife! My sister and niece are both ready to mingle!”

“Your sister has almost thirty years and your niece is ten!” Selenu protested. Woi’e shrugged.

“Okay, so there are -some- complications, but--”

“No!” Aloo interrupted. Both of them turned to him and Woi’e hung her head. Aloo gave her a sheepish pat on the arm. “Don’t wanna be mean, Woi’e, but, uh… Someone my age, aight?”

Woi’e gave a defeated nod and the chief turned to Selenu. “Any other, ma?”

The woman tugged at her chin thoughtfully. “Weeeell… How about Duhwah’s--”

“Taken,” Duhwah interrupted with a headshake.

“Well, then I got nothing,” Selenu sighed.

“Could take a Yupa?” Woi’e suggested.

“No one there in the right age. They’re either far past twenty or below ten,” Duhwah explained.

Aloo groaned. “Guess I gotta wait a bit, huh--”

“Chieftain!” A man stood in the door, and the four knew him as Yup, head of the Yupa. Their faces conveyed worry and the chieftain spoke, “What? What is it, Yup?”

The well-groomed man swallowed. “Waves in the water, chief! Someone’s coming!” Duhwah and Woi’e’s eyes widened and Aloo put on a furious scowl.

“Darn Wogwehs dunno when to quit. Spears! Clubs! Shields! The sand gunna be red for weeks after I’m done with ‘em!” 

“But chief! Some have gotten onto the beach!” Yup added. Aloo drew a panicked breath.

“And you didn’t come before?! How many are dead?!” The chieftain stomped towards the cave mouth, grabbing his spear on the way. Yup grabbed him by the chubby fur around his neck and kept him from charging ahead.

“That’s just it, chief. They, they come in peace!”

Aloo froze and turned; the others stopped preparing for war. “What did you say, Yup?”

“They’re not here to fight, chief, they’re… They’re here to join us.” They all exchanged glances and Aloo shrugged himself lose. He squeezed Yup’s shoulder in gratitude and turned to the others.

“Keep weapons ready in case it’s a plot.” He then went out, spear in hand, but not elevated. The others followed suit. 

Outside, the whole of Hohm had gathered to behold the arrival of almost fifty new strangers. They were not painted like the Wuhdige - instead, they wore animal fur cloaks that were soaked and heavy from the water and carried with them sacks fashioned from beast stomachs. Aloo furrowed his brow and turned to Duhwah for advice. The champion nodded for him to do whatever and Aloo stabbed the butt end of his spear into the sand and said, “You stand on Wuhdige lands, strangers! You are welcome so long as you got no mean things in mind!”

One of the selka in front, an old woman, approached the chieftain flanked by a younger man and woman. “Then we’ve arrived at the right place. Ye’re the chieftain, then?” the old lady asked. 

“Right place? Who are you?” Aloo demanded. Duhwah motioned for him to calm down. It was an older lady he was talking to, after all. Aloo nodded. “Sorry. Yes, I’m the chief. Aloo is my name. Who are you?”

The old lady smiled and held her arms out to the side. The young adults flanking her took each arm and slowly, the old lady bowed down before Aloo. The chieftain took a step back and said, “What’s this?”

“Chief Aloo,” the old lady said warmly, “we’ve traveled a long, long way to find ye and the Wuhdige.”

“Why?” Woi’e asked suddenly. The old lady turned her smile to the enormous woman. 

“Because ye saved my people.”

Aloo blinked. “W-we did? We don’t even know you!”

The old lady chuckled. “No, ye probably wouldn’t. Our tribe isn’t as big as yers. These are all that’s left. We are the Patum, once of the holy land of Patumkam, and I am their leader, Toppoma. We used to have a great big plot - bigger than we could ever fill, but oh, did we try. We became many, but not enough. Didn’t take long for the Wogweh to snuff us out.”

“Wait, the Wogweh? You’ve met the Wogweh?”

“Oh, yeah,” Toppoma confirmed. “Fifty years ago, families kept coming to the chief’s, my father’s, home, telling of a gang of beasts making havoc on the fringes. So my father took his warriors and went out. No one came back.” She shook her head. “It didn’t take long after that before they came to our village. They killed most of our men and took most of our pups and women as prisoners. We were taken to Dun-ar-Wog where they did… Real mean things.”

The listeners’ faces paled. Aloo pressed his lips together and closed his eyes in rage. “The elders say they were so few. How did they get you all?”

“Against a hundred unarmed men, ten with spears and plans will win,” Toppoma mumbled forebodingly. “We had nothing to defend us with. Our attacks had no plans or system. We were like fish to them - ready for catching…” 

Duhwah nodded. “We… We have met them on the field before. Their fightin’ plans are pretty smart.”

Toppoma nodded. “And even without a plan, they are disciplined and well-trained. We were taken instantly almost…” There was a pause before the old lady pointed a quivering, boney finger at Aloo’s face. The chieftain took a half-step back. “But then!” the old lady exclaimed and her helpers thought she was going to keel forward. “But then, we got news there in the slave pits of Dun-ar-Wog! A Wogweh ally, the Elu, had been defeated by a far off tribe called the Wuhdige, and among them was a dangerous, mighty warrior - Aloo, their chief!” Aloo swallowed as more of the Patum gathered around him with awe in their eyes.

“M-me, Toppoma?”

“That’s right!” the old lady said in a particularly strained voice and coughed dryly. “That’s right, son. The news changed it all. The Wogweh had never lost control of anywhere before. Even our holy Patumkam is under their control still. Nowhere had their dominance been questioned - until they came here, to yer island!”

Woi’e raised a hand and said, “Toppoma, our island is very big! We don’t even control half of it yet and--”

“Oh, but you don’t understand, girl,” the old lady cackled. “It was the victory, the victory that did it all! It gave us hope! It even scared the Wogweh for a time - enough time for them to look away when we escaped!” She clapped her boney hands together and the sound they made was painful to listen to. “We came to ye as fast as we could. Our holy Patumkam is still under Wogweh control, but, but we want to fight for it. Fight as ye did, Wuhdige.”

Aloo was at a loss for words. Whenever he tried to formulate sentences, they seemed to melt apart in his mouth. The Patum around him giggled at his dumbstruck expression and Toppoma reached out to squeeze his hand. “Heheheh, was it a bit much, maybe?”

Selenu stepped forward a bit. “We just got in a good deal of fish, actually, so we can probably feed y’all. But y’all gotta dig your own burrows.”

“Burrows?” the old lady asked herself and the Patum looked around on the beach to realise that the Wuhdige indeed slept in deep holes in the sand and dirt roofed with sticks, dirt and leaves. Their reactions ranged everywhere from giggles and sighs. Toppoma shook her head. “No, no need for that. We can make longhouses from the trees up ahead. Should do fine.”

“Longhouses?” Duhwah asked with a scratch of the head. The surrounding Wuhdige glanced at one another in confusion.

“That’s right!” said the young male helping Toppoma. “It’s a long hut that--ow!”

Toppoma shook the hand she had just slapped him with. “Shush when grandma’s talking, Pilomo! But yeah, it’s a long hut that houses many families in it - think our biggest back when I was a girl had five whole families in it.”

The Wuhdige gasped at the concept. “Wait, you put five families in a room that is not a cave?” Woi’e blurted out. “How?!”

“Why, by building it big,” said the old lady with a toothless grin, then cocked her head to the side a little. “Ye do built things, right?”

“W-we make igloos,” Selenu offered.

“Igloo? What’s that?” replied the old lady.

“It’s a house of snow,” said Aloo.

“Only really good for the winters then, isn’t it?” the old lady replied with pursed lips. “Tell ye what - ye let us stay, and we’ll make sure ye don’t have to sleep in burrows anymore. Sounds like a plan?”

Aloo looked to the others. They nodded with broad smiles. As did the other Wuhdige. Aloo turned back to Toppoma with a grin that threatened to carve his head in half. “Then you are welcome on our island!”

There was a resounding cheer and the old lady shuffled over to embrace Aloo amiably. In the following weeks, it didn’t take long for the Patum to get started. They were already very familiar with the tools used by the Wuhdige, and using Wuhdige paint, the Patum builders drew up schematics and materials on the walls for the selka to gather. With stone-bladed axes, the selka workers, now reinforced by a third of its previous numbers, began turning the woods into longhouses around Home Cave. The cave itself was upgraded with a wooden roof around the opening, making it for the first time possible for a subset of every Wuhdige family to sleep ‘within’ the cave. As winters came, some kept to the igloo tradition while others found that the longhouses worked just as well in snow as in rain, heliopolis or wind. To keep the larger longhouses extra warm during the winters, the roofs were insulated with thatch and dirt - the sand floor was covered in the furs of boars, bears, wolves and other beasts the increasingly bold selka hunters tracked down. In three years, the whole of Hohm had gone from holes in the ground scattered across a great beach to a small number of longhouses that together housed two whole tribes. Some became storage houses, and the Wuhdige quickly found that fruits, vegetables, legumes and dried fish kept much longer when not stored in burrows. Furthermore, at the request of old Toppoma, a distance away there was built a hut to function as a temple to their god, Patumkam-patum. There, the Patum went to pray every full moon, and while many Wuhdige found their traditions odd at first, what with an extreme respect for the elderly regardless of familial bonds and an emphasis on clothing, the two tribes seemed to blend quite well. As time went on, intermarriages took place, and Aloo himself ended up marrying the granddaughter of Toppoma, Kama. It was a joyous time, and Aloo found a peace of mind that he only truly had felt back when his family was whole. When Toppoma passed on four years after their arrival, her grandson Pilomo became the chieftain of the Patum, and lead them according to Aloo’s wishes. The two got along splendidly, and often competed in games or together in tag teams against others. It didn’t take long for Kama to bear children, and she and Aloo were soon blessed with triplets. 

Then, the same year that Toppoma had passed, another group of Selka came to the shore. The last six years had been kind to the Wuhdige - fish had been plentiful, as had the fruits, nuts and vegetables of the woods. However, Aloo, Duhwah and Woi’e knew that if these came with the same intentions as the Patum once had, they would have to expand their reach even beyond.

Another twenty, these selka numbered. The Wuhdige and Patum numbered all in all nearly two hundred. To take them in would not only necessitate more houses, but also greater prospection into fishing grounds and fruit trees. Aloo, nowadays donning the fur cloak of his wife’s culture, stepped out of his cave with his bone spear in hand. Flanked he was by Duhwah, Woi’e, Pilomo and Selenu. The newcomers were dressed much in the same way as the Wuhdige once had - loincloths of fur without much else. However, instead of spears, most of them had odd curved sticks where the tips were held together by one strained string. On their hips, many of them had long wicker pipes, almost, filled with more sticks. Most interesting, perhaps, was that a number of the newcomers remained at the beach while a subset approached the chieftain. Those that remained on the beach seemed to be tending to some animals, and upon closer inspection, the Wuhdige noticed that they were seals. 

Aloo eyed the barking seals with a mixture of a smile and a frown on his face. He had of course seen a multitude of seals in his admittedly short life, but they were competition in the sea - friendly competition, of course. Killing seals felt very wrong, after all - it was almost like killing a distant cousin. His eyes turned away from the seals for a moment to look upon the approachers. It was a giant of a selka, nearly every fiber boasting strength and might. Across his chest a tight string dug into his skin, connected as it was to a mighty branch on his back. He was flanked by two smaller females, though neither of these could truly be considered small - one of them rivaled the size of Woi’e, and Aloo could tell from her expression that she was not happy about it. The giant gave Aloo a deep bow and asked, “Are you Aloo, chieftain of the Wuhdige tribe?”

Aloo tried his best to appear impartial to the giant’s size, his every instinct telling him to at least consider flight. “I am, good stranger, and who’s you?” 

The giant straightened himself up and hammered his chest proudly. “I am Kameyameya, chieftain of the Byuto tribe. We have traveled far, and further than far, in search of the great warrior Aloo - the man they say took down six greater men armed with spears while he himself was unarmed!”

Aloo gulped. “W-well, to be fair, Duhwah helped me.” He thumbed over to his champion, who grinned.

“Hardly!” Duhwah protested. “He’s bein’ modest, friends! Aloo’s a proper wrestler and better warrior!” Aloo shrunk a little while his skin reddened. Kameyameya thundered a roaring laughter, as did the women flanking him.

“Hah! No need to be shy, young chieftain! Greatness should be boasted about, not hidden! I myself have taken a hundred skulls - a hundred, I say! How many have you taken?”

“Wait, skulls?” Aloo asked. Kameyameya nodded. 

“‘Course, chief. Us Byuto are descendants of the war god Byuto! Glory, they promise, glory numbered in collected skulls and wives!”

Pilomo frowned. “I take it it’s selka skulls you collect?” To their surprise, Kameyameya shook his head.

“No, no, not just! Sure, Byuto in their rage may crave some selka skulls every now and then, but to Byuto, survival is also a war! We wage war against death!”

“Against death!” the women behind him echoed proudly. Aloo found himself smiling a little. 

“So of these hundred skulls, many’s animal skulls?”

Kameyameya pointed to a wolf-skull on a think sinew string around his neck. “That’s right, chief! Above all, us Byuto stalk the woods and seas in search of prey so we can beat back that nasty death for another week! Against death, HOO-HAH!”

“HOO-HAH!” the women echoed. Aloo clapped excitedly along and thundered his own “hoo-hah!” Woi’e lowered her brows suspiciously.

“Did you just come here to join our chieftain because he’s a great warrior?” she asked and Kameyameya’s beaming grin faded. His eyes darkened and he shook his head.

“No… No, as much as I wish that was the case, friends.” He gestured down to the beach. “You see how few we are. In truth, we used to be many more - lots of strong lads and pretty women. But… There’s a mean, mean foe on the other side of the strait - one that even our Byuto blood can’t help us best.”

Pilomo drew a shivering breath and nodded. “The Wogweh, correct?”
Kameyameya nodded. “We’ve faced beasts taller than trees and fish larger than a selka, but never have we faced someone with a mind like Roganweh. I remember it clearly, the day, that fateful day,” he drew a quick breath, “we were outside. Camp was just being packed up. To hide from the Wogweh raiders earlier, we had taken refuge deep in the woods. I… I still don’t know how they did it. Our bows gives us advantage far away, but they somehow snuck up on us through bushes and leaves and broken branches. We were beaten in a heartbeat. Those that made it off managed to get to the sea where our seals were waiting for us. We had heard rumours of your victory against them for a long time, son. We knew there was hope across the strait. 

So we came.” 

Aloo felt the almost decade old hatred resurface. A black bile of rage boiled in his belly. “How do they do it? How does such a small tribe manage to kill so many? Ruin so much?”

“It’s the will of Kirron, they say,” one of the ladies behind Kameyameya offered. The giant stepped to the side and gestured to the both of them.

“Oh, right - these are my wives, Oklahoma and Tutonkha. Oklahoma used to be a Wogweh slave until we broke her out of the camp.”

Selenu frowned. “Wives?”

Kameyameya nodded. “Byuto encourages the strong to take as many mates as they can! The pack forms around the strongest, and the strongest breed stronger!”

“Can’t argue with that,” Duhwah agreed and Selenu shot him a disappointed frown. 

Tutonkha thumbed over her shoulder. “Gopapa has three husbands. She’s over there on the beach.” Selenu traced her thumb to see another monster of a selka down on the beach as expected. A scarred female towered over the others, even as she knelt to feed an adorable white seal pup a small piece of fish. Selenu swallowed nervously.

“When you say the will of Killon,” Aloo said to get the conversation back on track, “what do you mean?”

Oklahoma sighed and shook her head. “They’re blood-priests, the lot of them. Slaves have three fates in Dun-ar-Wog: either die in the fighting pits to please Kirron; work until death; or just become a blood sacrifice directly to Him. Arganweh, their chieftain, claims to be an oracle of Kirron, and he keeps legions of slave soldiers loyal with fear.”

Aloo shook his head in disbelief. “How--... How can one selka keep control of so many? Can’t they just take him down?”

Oklahoma shook her head dejectedly and the two others hung their heads in defeat. “He has Kirron on his side. One day, there was a revolt against him. Ten slaves attacked the chieftain’s stronghold and broke inside. However, no one came out. According to the rumours, they were burned alive by Kirron’s wrath.”

“B-burned alive?” Pilomo barely dared to utter. Oklahoma nodded.

“They say the chieftain called for Kirron’s aid and shot a blast of fire out of his bare hands. The rebels were turned to ash that same moment. The next morning, Roganweh, his brother,” Oklahoma noted Aloo’s darkened expression, “who it looks like you’ve met… Well, he came to the slave pits the next day and cast their ashes over us, saying that such was the price for rebellion.” 

The Wuhdige exchanged worried glances. “O-out of his bare hands, how?!” Duhwah exclaimed. Oklahoma sighed.

“It’s the will of Kirron,” she repeated. “That’s what kept them all in line.”

Aloo gave the three an inquisitive look. “Well, if they have the Red Boy on their side, what gives you hope? Why do y’all come here where they could attack you?”

Kameyameya reached out to squeeze Aloo’s shoulder. “Because you give us hope, son. All rebellion has ended the same way - those that have tried to defend their lands have been destroyed by Roganweh’s battleplans; those that have rebelled against Arganweh in their camps have been burned to crisps. But you, your tribe has withstood an invasion and shown that there are flaws in their plans.” The giant lowered himself to one knee - as did his wives. “We want to help. We want Byuto’s bone debt to be paid - for every Byuto skull the Wogweh have claimed, so shall we claim Wogweh skulls. We won’t be a hassle to ya, son - we bring with us our bows, seals and skills - all to be shared in exchange for a place in your tribe.”

Aloo looked over at the group in the distance again and then back at Kameyameya. “Well, alright, then. Pilomo.” Pilomo nodded and Aloo said, “let us build another longhouse, this one not too far from Home Cave. Made it able to house all twenty of the Byuto.”

“Yes, chieftain,” Pilomo said and walked off. Aloo looked up at the grinning face of the giant and held out his hand. 

“I hope your skill with that bow is as good as your skill with words,” he said and the giant thundered another laugh, squeezing the chieftain’s hand nearly until the bones popped.

“How about I give you some lessons so you can be as good as me, huh?”

So it was that the Byuto joined the Wuhdige and the Patum. Integration was a little rough at first: Kameyameya and Gopapa made frequent attempts to woo Wuhdige and Patum males and females, and their enormous frames made the wrestling tournaments rather one sides much to Duhwah, Woi’e and Aloo’s despair. However, months became years, and as four years had passed, the three tribes had found the balances between their cultures: The Wuhdige moved their sacrifice to Lugo if it fell on a Patum prayer day; the Byuto kept their polygamous and polyandrous relationship closed off within their own tribe; and the Patum learned not to comment on the Wuhdige’s tradition for living in igloos in the winter. Both the Byuto and the Wuhdige learned to respect Patum elders and to make fur cloaks; the Wuhdige and the Patum began to collect animal skulls to please the Byuto; and both the Byuto and the Patum engaged in Wuhdige games and learned to put great emphasis on family.

 The Byuto seals became a powerful tool in fishing, the seals functioning as fetchers and hunters that dove much deeper than the selka. Their bows became essential in hunting, and their wicker quivers opened to the Wuhdige a whole new world of wicker craftsmanship. The larders and drying racks grew fuller than ever, and with the additions of Byuto hunted meats, the selka in Hohm ate like never before. Hohm expanded and new hunting camps and the like were founded around the island. 

Aloo thought back to the faithful victory against the Elu ten years ago. Thanks to that fateful night, their tribe had tripled in size in ten years; they were harvesting more food than ever before; and with Patum houses and Byuto bows, they became a civilisation to be reckoned with.

The chieftain swore to himself that, for as long as he lived, he would see to it that the Wuhdige, Byuto and Patum could achieve their retribution against the Wogweh, and one day live in peace from the great shadow stretching from the mainland.

For now, though, there was peace to be had - a prosperous future of love and family, just like the last ten years.

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Yeah 1: Aloo and the rest have just beaten the Elu. The Wuhdige settle in for peace.
Year 2: The Wuhdige have expanded with new berry picker camps and fishing grounds that are manned all year round. They’ve made more complex stone tools and stuff. That same year, they receive a new tribe in the fold: the Patum. The Patum come from Patumkam and worship a god named Patumkam-patum. Their holy land Patumkam was attack by the Wogweh and they heard that the Wuhdige beat the Wogweh back. Thus they unite and give the Wuhdige longhouses, fur cloaks and 50 new selka.
Year 6: Aloo is married to a Patum girl. They get another new tribe called the Byuto, who are hunters and warriors who worship the war god they are descended from, Byuto. They, too, have a bone to pick with the Wogweh, and the chieftain Kameyameya’s wife, Oklahoma, tells the Wuhdige that the Wogweh have power because their chieftain, Arganweh, can control fire with his hands. The Byuto bring with them bows, wicker, pet seals and 20 new selka.
Things are great and stuff is learned!
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Toppoma, deceased chieftain of the Patum.
Pilomo, chieftain of the Patum, grandson of Toppoma.
Kama, wife of Aloo, granddaughter of Toppoma.
Kameyameya, chieftain of the Byuto.
Oklahoma, first wife of Kameyameya.
Tutonkha, second wife of Kameyameya.
Gopapa, warrioress of the Byuto.
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