Crusader Lord

From Dawn Till Dusk (Civilization Evolution RP)(Over)

...Hello? D:

From Dawn Till Dusk (Civilization Evolution RP)(Over)

@6slyboy6 I went with one big post for the "turn" this time around. Hopefully it isn't too much, can edit whenever the chance comes up if i need to, but desperation and survival and necessity can be a hell of a mother of accidental invention. Especially when you live on a mountain with lots of storming, and mud, and maybe a literal "drowned rat" floating by in thhe mud slides. :

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The Crowe

Day 6, Week 6, Cycle 1

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The Great Storms had come, and the rains poured down without end as the sky roared greatly throughout it all. The forest howled too like a great and ferocious predator, or perhaps akin to a lone bear was crying from the skies above in turn. The animals had all finally hidden...the rare few still moving about ran great risk otherwise. On occasion they had witnessed the bodies of those who succumbed to the might of the skies, half-stuck out of the flowing mud or washed up on the side of a mud flow. These had been scavenged for what little they had, if scavengers or the rare braver roaming predators had already eaten before having to flee the shifting land. It was as if all creation was in a tumult...

But they, they were surviving....no, thriving! They would go out and hold their bowls made of skulls to the skies, roaring along with it in glorious ferocity and drinking of the driving waters that came down upon them. They would purify themselves as the land itself was being purified, cleansed of filth and burying that which did not survive in the mud flows provided by the earth below it. Lights from the skies crashed down, smiting the ground and the trees with the might of the skies. Indeed, this was a special time of what might be called...'reverence', perhaps even 'worship'. They had to care for their own lives, but was this not a test of their strength from the skies? Was it not a test to see if this people it had awakened would rise and survive where others did not. It seemed this reverence of theirs, from preparations to survive and thrive to roaring along with the skies, had been rewarded.

Strange food grew from the ground within their stone buildings now, these earthy things that grew wherever they could like the ones the males had gathered near trees. They tasted good after being near or somewhat in the fire, albeit not for to long (much like the meat). In fact, these earthy things and meat kinda were both good together at times, almost tasting similar. Of course one or two kinda of those that grew in their fitted stone buildings had been...interesting, to say the least. The young huntress had eaten one first, when others were nervous about the strange looking new thing, and had felt like she was one with the clouds and the skies for a time...before all returned to normal. She had showed and told others of its wonders, using what sounds and meanings and gestures they were familiar with or making up as time went along.

In fact, certain sounds they made meant certain things now among all of them. "Ga" distinctly meant to leave and move to another place when said to another. "Eaf" was the earth below them, the dirt that coated them only to be washed off by rain. The light that struck forth down from the skies became called "lir", for that was came before the "kraak" (or thunder). "Vir", a noise that had become fully tied to the water of the skies and earth around them...which had in turn given way to the "Ba-Vir" that came out of their bodies and that of the animals they had slain. Water yet not water.

The gray or white water that floated up in the skies (depending on their mood) were "VirVir" (as it was water, but more so water than the normal). Other specific sounds meaning different things too existed, and more of this had been conjured forth as the storming had finally hit. Many had sat about by the fires or in stone buildings mimicking noises, using them to 'describe' things using those noises or others associated with them. It had been much fun, a way to pass the time as things had gone on around them.

There were more notable example of what they had begun to fiddle with as well. Mud had eventually become called "Eaf-Vir" or "Eafvir", as it was a meeting of the earth and the skies as one in a dangerous yet also potentially useful union. Storms had become dubbed "Vir-Kra-Bö", putting together parts of the sounds they had made. Then most importantly...the voice of the sky itself was in need to be given a sound, like all other things. What they called it, however, was as the matriarch had one day sounded out of it as she had mimicked its noises: "Kraak-Böm". The great Kraak-Böm that ushered forth like a great animal, speaking to them in sounds similar to their own and calling out to them to awaken and survive. It had brought their minds a magnificent lir that had never been given to their kind by anything else, which had allowed them to thrive and grow since its call had rung true within them.

They had then cried the given sound of the skies back to it as they had worshiped it aloud and with celebration. This sound had begun to become special, specific to the voice of the skies that had brought them up from being just animals. One could say this sound was the "name" it had received. The first name. The only name, which sung and roared and cried louder than any other thing in this world. Indeed, they wished to become like that too. They wished to be just as strong as the skies, to cry aloud with a great kraak like it did. They desired to send down the blinding and dangerous lir upon others as it did, to evaporate that which ever sought to harm them. They would cross over the seemingly infinite Eaf and be the mightiest among all, drink of the Kraak-Böm's Ba-Vir as it came down from the VirVir to take in its might and immense strength into themselves.

But then what of the young huntress who had been the first too heed and understand the great voice of the skies? That had been the next order of business after the sounds had been assigned to the skies and their great voice. To her had been assigned that noise she had cried aloud as the skies had echoed her cry, the cry which had awoken the rest of them from their deep slumber of mind. Roa, she who was favored by Kraak-Böm. Then to the matriarch, who was closest to her and mightiest among them, who had found the stones and recalled the kraak-like noises they made when they were dropped on each other, "Krai". Beyond that, the others had begun to make noises for themselves with all the added time they had to sit about the fires as Kraak-Böm wrought its work upon the land.

Of course in all of this, the huntresses still sought what they could when it was safe enough and the woods were the safest areas to go since the mountain's other parts were still dangerous. When their former traps had of course filled with water and mud, they had begun to improvise. Yet seeing what happens when rocks fell or slid about from their places during storms, not from their buildings that is, they had gained another idea eventually. Placing rocks and sticks and bait, where prey would make the stick fall and the rock fall on them with a great kraak upon them. It worked better with the rain and mud, aat least, even more so in the forest where animals most desperately sought food. In fact, throwing the far smaller smoother stones from the river, some of which they had formerly collected in putting buildings together, had some effect when the spears were too light or large to be thrown as well in the wind.

But what they had acquired of food before all of this had been...stretched, once they had realized hunting would be much more scarce and eaten a single feast after celebration. Though when a male had left meat by the fire and its smoke for too long, as they had been rushing to repair a leak in one building that day and had forgotten, something interesting too had happened. The meat had dried out, like the soil when the rains did not come for a long time, and it hadn't stunk when they had put it to the side for a time. It was harder to eat after, but...it had worked? Krai had demanded the group do more of this, once she and the young huntress had tasted of it. Even doing this with mushrooms was something they had also begun to try this with as well. Whatever would maybe help them survive better, perhaps, to see things through the end of Kraak-Böm's great time of activity.

The pelts too were useful, when kept far more whole and dried by the fire a little (a thing found when a wet one was placed near the fire) and draped about the shoulders of the Crowe. They too kept out the water when it came down upon their bodies, made them less wet when they did not want to be and made the wind not be too cold. This was good, and all had quickly begun donning the whole pelts to protect them from the wind at least.

Actions

Crowe Race Event(s) and Ongoing Action(s):

*The Crowe have used the extra time spent having to stay in from the weather by making noises and experimenting more with the noises they began to assign to different things. Proto-words have evolved, and frankly so have names to a certain proto-language extent when they continued to "assign sounds" to things...and frankly themselves. It isn't a jump to a proper language, but its a good step at least.

*The Crowe have begun to not cut up pelts as much, and use them as protection from the elements as well. Mainly this was borne out of necessity and desperation, but that at least is something they have to work with in these times.

*The Crowe the "voice of the skies" has a name now, and more significance is being put on it in the minds of the Crowe as well, gearing them up more towards eventually forming an eventual "prehistoric religion" of sorts. Neat.

*With now various kinds of mushrooms growing in their stone buildings, and one or two kinds maybe hallucinogenic as the young huntress finally found out the practical way, the food situation is at least less dire than it was for them.

*Through negligence of meat by a fire and its smoke for too long, a very rudimentary and primitive version of "smoking meats and mushrooms" into jerky has kinda begun to emerge. It still needs time to really catch on and be better, but its at least helping the food situation.

*The Crowe are mainly being fueled by desperation and situational events that have given them ideas or led to something new that might help. The Matriarch and young huntress have been more so directing the group in doing more of these things if they even seem remotely "helpful" to the group as part of the desperation bit.

Population: 11

Future Event(s):

(same map cause it kinda works to illustrate some of the below XD)

*Crowe Huntresses are attempting to change their traps as old ones struggle to work, using inspiration from what the storm has caused (and maybe a bit of when they all built stone buildings) as ideas to make this possible. Likewise, they are now taking mainly to the "safer" forests if they go hunting at all during the "calmer" weather times. Greater caution when going out is being used due to the dangers, and will be more so as time goes on to boot.

Time Passed: 6 Days into the latest week, 6 weeks since sapience

Time Until Next Turn: 1 Week, 1 day

World Events:

Everyone - Monsoon Season - Try not to die to the extreme nature going on right now plz, k thanks. XD

The Nameless City — Invite Only!

Link

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As Youmu began to flip through the pages of the journal, Link internally sighed to himself before walking over to read over her shoulder. It was a tad...odd or rude of a thing, but with Youmu holding the book up it made him less intrusive than he could have been by far at least. Yet at the same time he wanted to read what had happened as well, since the swordswoman hadn't been showing them anything yet. There was a certain thing about journals that just seemed to make him want to read their contents, much to the Princess' awkwardness when he'd said he went and read her old diary in the castle. Though to be fair, he had been forced to hide there to avoid a guardian that had been flying about!

However, what lied in those accursed pages struck the Hylian boy in a very notable manner.

Many might have forgotten back in Hyrule, forgotten that it wasn't just monsters that slew people in the night and could do evil deeds. The Gerudo surely hadn't forgotten the dangers of the Yiga Clan...or been allowed to. But even the Yiga hadn't gone around doing what seemed to come out of the journal's pages. People used as food, children sacrificed, crews slaughtered...it only made the hero's grip tighten on the hilt of his sword and the grip of his shield. His knuckles could be seen visibly turning white, his brows furrowing, and when Youmu finally spoke up again with disgust in her voice the Hylian merely stood with an aura of sober personal silence.

What this man had done paled to what Calamity Ganon had wrought, but all the same it was vile to the very core. The mere thought about those who had suffered...that alone was enough to push him to action. Though admittedly, rushing off alone would not be a good idea.

"...We should perhaps split up into 2 teams to start tackling things," the Hero of the Wild finally said with a sober tone, letting out a a somewhat melancholy sigh before turning his back to the others...as if to hide any potential showing of emotion to them. Or perhaps it was to hide him from their rage, for fear of falling prey to the burning hatred that had once corrupted his own homeland?

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@6slyboy6 Due to lateness circumstances, i will have to get my post up later Monday...which for me technically starts in like 15 minutes. But i will get the post up! I look forward to saying how the Crowe are doing in these trying times. :)

From Dawn Till Dusk (Civilization Evolution RP)(Over)

@6slyboy6 Was hoping to let others go a bit earlier than myself this round, but barring anything coming out of the blue i will either get in a post tomorrow, Thursday before work, or Sunday (cause i don't know my work schedule for next week until an hour from now TwT)

The Nameless City — Invite Only!

Link

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Despite the...odd situation with the strangely smiling old man, the Hero of the Wild felt himself going into a brief train of thought as he listened to the others make their opinions on the current situation. A following wave of light dread and serious deja-vu crept up the Hylian's spine as he thought and listened on, however, sword and shield still clutched tightly in his hands. Something the prior owner unleashed, something terrible, the lands being vile (according to that old man), and very "wrongness" that seemed to permeate the air of this place? This was all kinds of familiar, but not the kind of familiar the Hylian had wanted to have experience with. However, the idea to simply waltz in without a second thought was-

"...We should maybe not just rush into this place without preparation. At least, that's my two rupees. Even just preparing a few potions and taking a moment, and perhaps getting a meal in, could be a big help for the likely monster slaying ahead."

The voice of the Hylian champion spoke out seemingly last and potentially most bluntly, his serious and experienced tone ringing out within the wrong air of this..."Hamlet". He'd been forced to rush headlong into many a danger, to face many a foe, too take down many an enemy camp, and yet even he'd slowed down and gotten himself ready when it came to Hyrule Castle whilst Calamity Ganon was still around. He could not speak for the others at all, that much was true, but charging in unprepared and cocky was seemingly as bad a move as a non-Goron trying to dive into lava in the middle of Death Mountain. He'd learned the hard way with that one example...

Maybe these people would understand where he was coming from? Link truly had no idea if they would, but he hoped so regardless. Unless they could destroy the entire root of this issue from long-distance, but that was a silly notion unless one of these ladies pulled out a Calamity Ganon-sized beam of destruction from their pants....mmm, perhaps that wasn't the best analogy, though.

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@6slyboy6

Mother Nature: "On one hand, ya did good usin' tha' stones ya have in plenty round the place. Ya also did good stockin up on tha' food, sorta-kinda."

Crowe:

Mother Nature: "Buuuut not ya can't get anywhere cause' of all the mud and storming. Oh, and its gonna last two weeks for all of you as well, which is as long as ya food stores gonna hafta last."

Crowe:

Mother Nature: "...Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut, ya' get ta' worship dem storms and make it out as some sky god/goddess thing. However ya wanna go about it, storm seems ta like ya kiddos. So enjoy the new deity!"

Crowe:

(On that note....will we ever have legit deities coming into being? Maybe ones that already exist, or ones that come into being because the imagination of the various races might mix with some upper-atmosphere magic and form a super being (aka a god or goddess)?

Idk, just wanted to ask. XD)

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@Odin I am curious to see how your people go about things as well, Odin! A very interesting race, with a very interesting predicamenbt to work their way out of! That, and commenting about how i am excited about everyone's races and stuff atm would be even more silly than i am normally. :D

Though they are facing quite the terrifying "wuuush wuuuuuuuuuuush" I agree with the potato, with a suggestion this phrase becomes part of their proper language eventually. Maybe. Ey, its your race and your stuff, i am just making silly fun suggestions.

Fate/Scarlet Babylon

@Raineh Daze It has been rewritten! o7

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the lesbian rain elves

@6slyboy6

lesbian huntresses

@Odin

lowkey lesbian furries

@6slyboy6

On a side note-

*jots down notes hurriedly*

-keep em' coming, guys!

I'll eventually have so many nicknames for the Crowe, then, that i can write an entire post without saying the word "Crowe" more than maybe once (if at all). XD