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Not a Sayan
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VeilsightThe Orc Grave Swamp Enclave
While some might have found the loss of life of some of their people to be a harrowing event and a sign that this was a horrible place to settle down (and to be fair, they were almost certainly correct), the goblins stood strong; They had known before coming here that the swamp was naturally a dangerous place and had long resigned themselves to the fact that losses were going to be inflicted as they adapted to the new environment. All they could do to properly honor their fallen kin who died in freedom was learn so that others wouldn't follow them to the grave.
The lack of proper tools to work the environment was starting to make itself known.
Leaning against a tree trunk and looking into a small fire, Gredy's ear twitched a little as he considered the tribes next move. Joining him was a male goblin around his age, only with black hair instead of red and a slightly twitchy look around loud noises that was simply known as Buddy while a rather beautiful woman named Biscuit sat opposite him, the three of them pondering the question. Finally, Gredy spoke up. "It's clear that we need stone in order to make halfway decent tools... any suggestions?"
Buddy quickly spoke up. "There's a mountain range broadening one edge of the swamp. I'm sure we could find a ready source of stone there. Maybe even check the mountains to see if there is any kind of ore there we can try mining at some point."
After a moments thought, Gredy nodded his head. "Alright Buddy, take a few people scouting around that area and see what you can find. However, we still need something to help us out in the mean time."
This time it was Biscuit who spoke up, but only after a few moments of thought. "There is something... We should be able to make strings out of hair. It makes a surprisingly acceptable cord if you twist it together the right way." Looking between the two men for a moment, she quickly added as if to defend herself "Sometimes the orcs wanted to have bows so they often used their own hair. Granted without something sharp to help make a proper bow they'll be rather... well, dodgy things but it's better then nothing."
Her statements given a nod of approval from Gredy as he replied"We can start off by shaving those poor bastards that have died so far. They don't need it anymore and it'll be one last..." before trailing off without finishing his thought aloud, his mind already racing in a new direction... even if Biscuit looked rather annoyed by his failure to finish a sentence! However, the words that escaped his mouth caused enough confusion that annoyance was put to the side for the moment "Do you think that the big lizards in the water are immune to the poison of the plants?"
"Huh?"
Shaking his head a little, Gredy quickly explained "I'm thinking... that if we were to hide a cocktail of the poisonous plants on the body of one of our dead explorers and use some vines to help keep them on the shoreline... we could fish one of the bloody large lizards out of the water and kill it with poisonous meat. Even just one of those things has hundreds of sharp teeth that would make acceptable knives that we could use... not to mention we could skin it for a decent amount of leather! Sadly we couldn't eat the meat because it would be poisoned a hell but we should be able to craft some basic bows and sharpen some sticks into arrows. Let us get some proper hunting going!"
Buddy and Biscuit both looked at Gredy with a mixture of emotions. Clearly the idea of actually using a goblin corpse to do this was distasteful, but the idea had merit and the rewards plenty. "And if the lizard makes it back into the water before dying?" Biscuit asked, trying to poke holes in the plan to see if it would hold up.
"Then we use some vines to try and fish it out before everything else eats it. We just need the jaw really." Buddy answered in a slightly begrudging fashion. This clearly didn't sit right with him.
Gredy took a deep breath as he quickly said something that would hopefully help put people at ease and allow this plan to be put into motion. "Were any of the dead without family? We'll find out their name, crave it into a tree and hold a small ceremony so that their friends can mourn and honor their memory for giving everything to try and make our lives here possible. What greater end could there be for a hero than to ensure that the lives of those left behind are greater then they would have been without them?"