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In the beginning, something was felt, now history begins.

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Sobek marshlands.
Springtime, 32 C*, Sunny[/b]

The swamp was a deep green cacophony of sounds, insects, toads and the creaking of trees. Large ferns easily two meters tall were scattered around and sprang up from the musky brown green water. Large mangroves blotted out large swathes of the swamp, leaving mostly shadows and only a few streaks of light reaching the swamp floor.

A small village constructed from trees built upon stilts close to the water surface sat in a clearing, it had no name apart from home, because it didn't need one, no leader for the elders held council and decided upon the future, no gods for no one asked where they all came from.
It was a day like all others, apart from that small spark of fire that all could feel, but Sobek if one thing were practical and as such disregarded the feeling, as best they could at least.
A young Sobek kept staring at the sky, the colours fantastical and varied, he had always wondered how it was so, wondered how they had come here but never asked. But now an urge was born inside him, a fire he could not contain, he had to ask, he had to know.
His name was Ata, and he would become the one who sought answers, but to find answers one must speak. He would become the first speaker.

With a pride in his heart and spring to his steps, he walked to the others gathered who were just moving out to this days activities when Ata spoke loudly and clearly.
-"I am ATA! I will speak the questions you all hold in your hearts! Why are we here? How did we get here? Why are things like they are? Did someone put us here? I will sound these questions for you, i will become the first Speaker!" All the other Sobek were looking at him, none spoke a word for they were a people of few words.
Ata was beaming with pride, everyone was listening, he had gotten all the emphasis right, they knew what he was speaking about.
But one of the elders, Thrûl, a massive dark skinned elder with hanging skin upon his jaws, easily 340 years old, walked up to Ata and straightened his posture in front of him, casting a shadow over the much smaller Ata.
-"Only you hold those questions in your heart boy, we do not need to know these things, we only need to know how to get food and how to prepare it, how to build homes and how to care for them, how to bring up young and how to raise them.... but it seems we failed in raising you, spouting nonsense and asking questions no one cares for. Now go back to work! We need not bother with such lofty questions!"
With that the massive elder walked off, his old age slowing him down but he was not in any sense weak or frail.
The other Sobek looked at the scene unfold and to Ata and Thrûl, none spoke a word, none said anything as they all got back to work.

With a broken heart and hurt pride, Ata watched the other leave, did no one else care for his questions? Was he the only one? NO!
He would not have this, he would have his way, but it would take time.
Of course the others wouldn't change over a day, the Sobek had lived like this for centuries, never bothering to ask those questions.
He walked off and began to gather firewood, an unexpectedly tedious task in a swamp.

What Ata didn't know however is that most, if not all the Sobek did hold those questions in their heart, most did feel that spark of something that day, the young Sobek did have points.
Perhaps someone should ask those questions?

But not now, work needed to be done. An entire village did not feed itself, the hunters went out.

[b]Back to the ordinary.[/b]

The Krollan were not aware of the danger, calmly eating from the swamp mush, the Sobek's led by Grazh stalked and picked one out and led it astray.
It did not stand much of a chance, the four of them had more mass than the beast and they launched themselves upon it and grappled it with their strong arms.
It tried to escape, but it could not. With an experienced hand Grazh went in for a strike to the throat with a stone spear.
The panicked krollan tried to escape as its lifeblood flowed from its open wound, but it was for naught, the Sobek were too strong.
The other krollans fled the scene, in triumph Grazh and the others cheered with guttural growls and then dragged the beast to the centre of the village.
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bXTlmnjGx0Y]Gatorsound[/url]

The village was abuzz with activity, people crafting, processing plants for fibers, carrying stones and processing trees.
The thicker vines enough to form most tools, if split and dried also made useful fire-starting wood. But the Sobek did not use a lot of fire, the swamp was hot and the food need only be seared, if even that.
Vorak had begun to create a rudimentary roof held up with poles made from the thicker vines, the bracken roof held together with strings made from a blade leafed tall plant with a blue bulbed ugly flower which smelled slightly like rotten fruit.
As Grazh entered the clearing he unleashed a guttural sound, at which all the Sobeks joined in and added to the triumphant cacophony. Celebrating the successful hunt.

After a long time, the beast was mostly divided in its parts and the head was done but before the workers could lay away the skull Ata rose, walked forth and grabbed it and stared into its bloody bone eyes.
-"Who put you here? Why are you edible? Thank you for your sustenance." And broke off a few select pieces from the underside, then put the skull on top of his head.
The bone white skull and the spines in the back gave him a vicious and sort of regal look.

Thrûl was having none of this, he quickly walked up to Ata and struck him with his staff so hard that Ata was flung into the swampy water and the skull flying off even further.
The fuming elder just stood there for a second before loping back to his hut, the others in silence but some clearly didn't approve of the sudden uncalled for violence.
One of the females came to Ata and helped him to his feet and cared for his bruise, a child got him the skull, both of which did put joy in Ata's heart.
Grazh also walked over to Ata, knelt and spoke.
-"I don't know what got into you boy, but you should keep it away from Thrûl. Keep the skull, it seems you want it."
With that the muscle-bound and scarred Grazh went back to his hunting posse. Some tadpole hunters already scurrying over the refuse pile left after butchering the Krollan.

The meat of the Krollan was taken to a still part of the swampy water, deep. There the meat was tied down in nets and weighed down to be stored underwater for some time. To properly ferment the meat the way Sobek liked it.
The bones usually were crushed to get to the juicy marrow inside and then ground into powder to produce a powder which could be used to enrich meat or to fertilize the herb patches. But now some were set aside to experiment upon them.
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[b]Events/Developments:[/b]

Ata took the title of first speaker, something which the elder Thrûl did not like. But the young Sobek did put words to questions many had wondered for a long time.

He also tried to wear a Krollan skull. Sobek barely wear anything so this was seen as something new with interesting ramifications. Unbeknownst to Ata and Thrûl, this began the experimenting with clothes and bone crafting.
Something that had only small spread before.

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