That's what the spirits said. They needed to rise.
"But what does that mean? What are they telling us to do?"
The druids were, as usual, vaguer than a vague thing. "They just told us to rise. Nothing else."
The Brehin groaned into his paws. To rise. What could they mean by that? Was it a warning, a threat, just some helpful advice? Was it the manifestation of their destiny, or just some helpful guidance?
The people were getting antsy, and simply telling them to "rise" wouldn't do much to qualm their fears. No, no, he needed something more substantial than that.
With the druid's advice in mind, the Brehin made the decision to settle by...
A) The River
The Tuatha is tired, dirty and thirsty. Without access to clean water, they will surely die of thirst. The waters can also be used for cleaning - Cait Sith HATED being dirty. Perhaps in the future, they could expand up and down the river but for now, the priority was holding somewhere with safe, clean water. The running water would also dissuade hostile spirits from attacking.
Normally meetings with the druids ended in frustration and shouting.
But this hadn't been a normal meeting. In fact, as the Council announced their decision, the Brehin could hardly believe it. A unanimous decision. A unanimous decision is his favour. That was easily one of the last things he expected when he woke up this morning. But there it was - 6 Ayes, 0 Nays.
"The signs are all there, my Lord. Your time has come" one of the druids tried to tell him
"Indeed. The spirits are with you. We cannot stay like this anymore"
The Brehin tried to pick his jaw up off the floor. "W-well, I... I just thought that..."
"I know we have disagreed in the past, my liege, but we are but humble interpreters of the Spirits will. This is what they want, after all"
Yes, of course. The spirits. He had the spirits blessing? Yes, don't be stupid, that's what they just said. "Th-thank you, gentlemen. I... I hope I don't let you down"
"You won't, my Lord. The spirits have revealed this to us."
It had been the Brehin's call to end isolation. For the first time, the Cait Sith, the faithful children of Cu, would venture forth and greet the outside world. What would be out there, he wondered, as he dismissed the Druids. Friends? Enemies? Monsters? Treasure? There was only one way to find out...
A new age is beginning in the Tuatha de Cu. For the first time, the Druids have given the Brehin their blessing to begin interacting with figures outside the jungle.
@Brithwyr To be honest I was somewhat against your cats at first, but I can't see anything wrong with them and I like the celtic theme. I spoke to @Cyclone who also liked the celtic theme and who thought it was alright, and since he'll be the one writing your turns mostly his OK is as good as mine!
Welcome to the roleplay! Don't forget to check into the discord often as most of the OOC discussion is going on there. Go ahead and claim a location on the map. Remember not to place yourself too close to the Iceborn!
See that forest at the south-east on the mainland? The jungle? There. Celts in a Jungle XP
Nation: Tuatha de Cu Represented Color: Yellow-Green Race: Cait Sith Features: Very short, physically weak, high intellect, average reproduction, magically adept. Bonus diplomacy to clean races, sich as humans and elves, negative diplomacy to squalid races, like orcs and trolls Capital: Fyfe Ruler: Brehin Ior ap Cu
Type of Government: Papacy: The Circle of Druids elects a King of the Cats whenever the previous one dies. The King of the Cats has utter domain over all Cait Sith
Religion: The Cait Sith believe in primitive spirits that control the earth, the sky and the sea. Particularly magical Cait Sith are trained in interpreting the will of these spirits and invited to become Druids. The most powerful Druids form the Circle, which is instrumental in deciding who the next King is.
Totem/Fetish/Guardian/God/Spirit: The Songbird, the uncaged. Bright and loud though he may be, the Songbird remains free to do what he pleases. He cheers the forest with merry song, clad in his brightest plumage, for all to see and hear but none to control. Songbird must never fall silent - for on the day he stops his song, the valley will surely fall. Pact: The songbird will never accept a master and neither must his chosen. A songbird must never make two nests - likewise, his followers may only call one place "home". Nor does the songbird claim dominion over others, for such matters are best left to the likes of lions. The songbird knows his offspring are his future and so they must be respected and revered. The songbird preens daily, and must be kept presentable at all times - his followers are called on to bathe and wash at least every day. To eat in excess would stop the Songbird flying, and he calls upon his people to eat only in moderation. Follow this pact and your gift shall be the secrets of the glamorous. Your women will know only beauty, your men handsome without fault or blemish. Your skin will never be marred by unsightly disease, and even in old age you shall retain a grace that others find only in their youth. Your voice will never crack, your song will never falter, your feet never misstep in merry dance and the colour will not fade from your cloth.
Leadership: Its members present unanimous decisions after lengthy discussions, although one chieftain has the honor of being the official spokesperson.
Organization: Settled Hunters
Warriors: The Be-Ca use a distinct two-tier military tactic, honed from their hunting experiences. At the front are spearmen, men with short hunting spears and throwing javelins. Behind them are bowmen, warriors with, what else, bows to pepper the enemy with holes whilst the spearmen engage in the swirling melee
As the forest came to bloom, the forest listened to hear the Songbird began his song anew. But alas, he was silent. He did not sing to the trees and flowers, nor to the hares and rabbits. He sang to the proud Lion, the vicious Wolf and the stalwart Bear. He did not sing to the fish of the sea nor the other birds of the sky. To all, the Songbird was silent.
Eventually, the Robin, the most helpful of all birds, said to the songbird "Songbird, why do you not sing?"
"Oh, Robin" replied Songbird, "I do not sing because I lament and I cannot sing, lest my song become a dirge"
Said the robin "Then Songbird, why do you lament?"
"I lament", said the Songbird, "Because no one sings my song but me. It is as though none know it"
"But songbird, without your music, our forest falls silent!"
"Better silence than sorrow", Songbird replied
And the Robin saw that the Songbird was unhappy and would not sing unless someone else could sing to him. But the Robin did not know the Songbird's song. Nor did the Lion, nor the Wolf, nor the Bear, nor the fish of the sea nor the birds of the sky, nor the trees and flowers. In fact, no-one knew the Songbird's song. And so the forest fell silent and a great mourning swept over the land.
But there was one who was not disheartened. The Mouse, a small and resourceful creature, came to the Robin and told him "I have seen a new creature in the forest! Perhaps it will know the Songbird's song?"
The robin was at once overcome with joy, thanked the Mouse and took this information to the Songbird. But the Songbird did not share in the Robin's enthusiasm. "Old or new, none can sing my song. It is folly to even wish it"
But the Robin insisted and, after much cajoling, the Songbird agreed to see the new creature.
The Mouse showed the Songbird the way, to the furthest edge of the forest. When they arrived, the Mouse proudly displayed a small human girl-child playing on the forest floor. The Songbird was very curious, for he had not seen a man before, but his curiosity did not rouse him from his malaise
"See, Songbird, this creature is very remarkable!"
But the Songbird insisted "Old or new, none can sing my song. It is folly to even wish it"
They watched the girl-child for a moment longer. Unaware she was being spied on, the child began arranging sticks and branches fallen from trees to make a small den.
"See how it changes the forest floor with its paws! Is it not a wondrous thing?" cried the mouse
"Yes" replied the Songbird glumly, "But our Anteater can do that. And it cannot sing my song"
And the girl-child went into the nearby river and began swimming.
"See how it swims with ease! Is it not a majestic sight?" pleaded the Mouse
"Mayhap" Replied the Songbird, "But our great Salmon can do so better. And it cannot sing my song"
Then the girl got out the river and began to climb a tree
"How magnificent! The forest truly is its element!"
At this point, the songbird was getting annoyed. He declared loudly "Yes, it may build like an Anteater and swim like a Salmon and climb like a Monkey. But it cannot sing my song! Old or new, nothing can sing my song!" and in his frustration, he began to sing.
The girl-child, hearing the Songbird, looked up and was at once struck by what she saw. "How beautiful are his feathers" she thought, "How enchanting his voice!". And so the girl-child listened to the song of the Songbird and thought about how wonderful it would be to be like him.
The Songbird finished his song and told the mouse "If it cannot sing my song, then I am lost!"
But the girl, not knowing how to speak with the Songbird, had memorised his song. At once, she began singing it back to him. Her notes were not perfect, as no man can ever hope to be perfect, but the Songbird was nonetheless amazed at the girl.
"What are these creatures called?" Asked the Songbird of the Mouse
The Mouse, having lived amongst Men before, replied "They are called Men"
The Songbird was in great joy "At last! A creature that can sing my song! Man, oh Man, Glorious Man, you have saved my voice and this forest!"
And the Songbird began singing again, and all the forest rejoiced. And from that day forth, the Songbird vowed to watch over the little girl and all her kin and all her descendants, from now until the end of eternity.