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[center][b]Day 1, Week 12, Cycle 1
Summertime, 15 C°, Overcast[/b][/center]

[center]Uzuk awoke from his deep slumber to the sounds of cheers coming from outside his [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/06/9e/92/069e9206e09c2f41eec1e379283b5d24.png]primitive[/url] shelter. As he made his way to his feet and pulled the fur blankets sitting atop him off, two other Gronin he'd taken as his wives rolled around the fur bed to make themselves comfortable. Uzuk quickly donned some simple clothing and a fur cloak as the temperature was beginning to drop in the recent days. Exiting the tent he snarled at the crowd before him, a group of two dozen Gronin huddled around the ashes of last nights fire. "What is the meaning of this!". The crowd immediately turned to face Uzuk as if they had no spines running through their necks. "The fermentation worked blood of my blood" said a tall and thin Gronin from the crowd. He stood from his kneel and jogged towards their leader with a wooden bowl in hand. As he neared Uzuk raised a hand to take the bowl. He sniffed it a few times and sloshed the clear liquid around. The smell alone felt as if it was singing his nostril hairs, it felt as if someone stuck a torch in his nose....yet he liked it. Lifting it to his mouth, Uzuk took a large swig from the bowl and handed it back to the man who'd given it to him. The bowls contents felt like magma coursing down his throat and into his belly yet in a pleasant way. "What do you call yourself?" he barked. The man puffed his chest out in response and replied "Horonno". Nodding Uzuk looked to the people behind Horonno and then back to Horonno. "Horonno, I name you creator of Grog. Make more as soon as you can". Horonno nodded and rushed back to the group to collect his things.

"Uzuk!" shouted a familiar voice from behind. Uzuk turned to face Grazdan and three other men rolling objects behind him. "The wheels have been perfected blood of my blood. You may do with them as you wish". Uzuk patted the man's shoulder while simultaneously adjusting the cloak around his shoulders. "Yes yes, Grazdan. Our people owe you many thanks". "That's not all, Uzuk. Some of our men were out foraging near the hills to the south and found a naturally occurring metallic resource embedded into the hills surface". Grazdan tossed what looked like a rock with blue, pink, and orange tints to Uzuk. Catching it Uzuk ran his fingers along the rough and jagged surface. He twirled the rock around in his fingers and nodded in response before tossing it back. "Gather whomever you need to gather this resource. Something tells me it might be useful. If it's metallic like you claim then it'll definitely be an improvement in our current tools." 

Suddenly rain began to pour down upon the Gronin's heads. "Fucking rain. It couldn't have stopped more than an hour ago and yet here it is again" said a man near the ashes. "About that" said Grazdan. "I don't claim to be a god or to be capable of seeing the future. I do however think myself to be a smart man and I believe we should prepare for whatever is coming our way. We've seen storms before but something tells me this is different. Our hunters are finding less and less game as the days pass. The amount of rain we've seen has nearly flooded our crops several times and I fear the dropping temperatures could kill them". Uzuk let out a long sigh and began to rub his temples. When he decided to become the leader of his people he hadn't realized just how much responsibility fell upon his shoulders. [i]Uzuk this Uzuk that[/i] he thought to himself. "On the bright side however, we did find a series of caves near the hills. Most of them were empty and with some caution we should be able to shelter our people in there when the worst comes."

"Caution?"

"Some of the caves are situated closer to the sea level than others. Were things to flood then those very caves would become tombs". Uzuk nodded and looked to ocean and then back to Grazdan. "Take whatever precautions you need and whatever men, women, and children you need to do it. Make dirt and branch dams around potential flood points near the caves, prioritize the safety of our strongest and most intelligent. I wish for all of us to make it through should things even get that bad but i'd rather sacrifice the weak than the strong."

"Do you wish to inform the people, blood of my blood?"

"Aye. Yet I grow hungry and thirsty from all this responsibility. Tell them what you need to so that they take you seriously but for your own sake do not scare them. The last thing we need is a panicking population in a time like this".

Grazdan nodded to Uzuk one final time before moving to gather everyone around and make his speech. Uzuk on the other hand returned to his tent and finished what remained of last nights supper.

Time Passed:
3 Months/ 12 Weeks 

Time Until Next Turn:
3 months

Events:
The Gronin finished their fermentation and wheel research. A group of foragers discovered copper and a series of caves that can be used to shelter from possible thunderstorms. Uzuk is finding the responsibility of leadership much harder than anticipated and has installed Grazdan as a sort of "Hand of The Leader" for the time being.
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