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Could I have my character be black, belonging to a single family that lives alone. Due to his skin tone, not a lot of other villages will accept - neverminding that said villages also don't like foreigners. So when his mother, brother, and father died due to disease, my character traveled to Heiseina. Of course, they did not like him but offered him to stay on the condition that he worked off a loan placed on him from out of the blue.
Is there any racism in the village?
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@Dog Understandable, do you wanna jump in a little bit just to save a spot for your character? It feels like it'd be weird for the soldier to be late


I rather have my sheet done. Maybe he can join in mid-mission if things go south. Last-ditch mission man.
I'm still alive, just uhm busy.
Somewhere in the University for the Sciences of Anthropology, Political Science, and History


A camera crew sits themselves in the office of Dr. Brown, the lead professor for the Department of Anthropology at the university. Issa, the interviewer and overall project for the documentary, is the closest person near Dr. Brown with his seating just a few meters away from his oak desk. Issa moves his hands and gets a microphone near Dr. Brown’s mouth. The sound-man checks the audio equipment and settings before he gives the ok-sign.

“How are you, Dr. Brown?” Issa starts off.

“I’m good. I’m good. Happy to be here,” Dr. Brown gives a big warm smile as he folds his hands onto the desk.

“I would like to ask a few questions about early human civilization. Could you just give a small overview of them?” Issa inquires.

“Glad you asked. The earliest evidence of human civilization dates back around six thousand five hundred years ago. More specifically, I’ll focus on the people of Machaka. At this time, at the end-stage of the neolithic age, we can see the adoption of agriculture and sedentary society. This development was mainly focused around the Shani Delta - becoming the cradle of human civilization.”

“Can you go into more detail about Machaka and its society?” Issa asks.

“Of course. The formation of hierarchy and government was very much still in its youth. The closest thing that you’ll get was a grand council of elders that would talk about important issues. This would later be the staging place for early human government and politics, but that is much later down in the history of Machaka. Early religion was focused on the sun, moon, and river. Marini was the sun god. Nia was the moon god, and Eshe was the river god,” Dr. Brown pauses for a second, uncapping a bottle of water to drink. He continues.

“It would be important to also note that agriculture was still developing. A lot of people still had to hunt and gather food to fulfill their daily needs. Fun fact, we now know that the first crop grown was in fact barley. Moving on, I would like to share the daily activity of an average human at this time period,” Dr. Brown pauses to think.

“Let’s call our person...Josh. Josh normally woke up as the sun demanded. Next, he would go outside and pray to Marini. After that, Josh tasked himself to either gather or hunt down food. If not that then he would trend to the fields. It’s important to note that this society was still largely egalitarian, and the roles of man and women were largely the same. The humans of Machaka only ate two meals a day - one in the noon and one near sundown. Once their duties were done then they had their free time and did whatever they wanted for the rest of the day,” Dr. Brown states.

“Thank you for your insight. One last question. How did the people of Machaka advance?” Issa wonders.

“Good question. The humans of Machaka largely focused on developing their agriculture, focusing on gaining better yields of grains. The barley that you know today is largely due to their investments of breeding. With new yields of crops, they eventually developed photo-writing and then the concept of numbers,” Dr. Brown notes.
Armok




The world is torn asunder and a new god is born. The God of Slavery, Armok, is thrusted upon the mortal world. By pure instinct, Armok ponders on how to ensure the survival of mortals and this plane of reality. The destruction of this world and its people, mainly humanity, is a threat to Armok. What would be left to enslave and to subjugate to his will? Nothing. This world must be saved but how? The world is suffering from multiple wounds, and Armok must pick an injury to fix.

Galbar is quite unstable, and it's very fabric of reality shift, turn, and rumble. The parts are broken and need to be placed back into its rightful place. For all intent and purposes, Galbar is simply disintegrating into nothingness. If nothing is done then Galbar will surely break apart, unable to sustain life. Armok springs into action, attempting to stabilize Galbar. How? Armok does not know. For him, magic is magic. He does not understand how it works or how it flows. Given time, he can study it and create a science out of it, but that is not the time. All that matters is stopping the disintegration of Galbar.

Even with god-like powers and magic, Armok quickly understood that Galbar was approaching its end. Only a small fragment of it could be saved. With that understanding, Armok knew that his efforts would be more effective in just ensuring that this fragment, whatever it is called in the future, is safe and sound. Galbar is no longer, but its memories will be saved in this one small piece, this one fragment of it. More specifically, the earthquakes and earth-shaking that plague the fragment must be stopped. Life can't properly grow with the very earth itself being upset all the time.




Green Spears




A new home and new hope are all that Iron Guts had with him. Clawcrest is no longer, eaten by the hordes of monsters that rest below. Most, if not all, Clawcrest goblins are wandering refugees or either eaten by the victors. For Iron Guts, he managed to gather a very small gang of goblins and fled to parts unknown. Either by luck or the blessing of the gods, Iron Guts found a small base of his own kin from Clawcrest with supplies. That was one day ago. It was very clear that most of these goblins had no one skilled in the area of command or fighting. Lucky for them, Iron Guts was a talented military commander. Of course, Guts does not command armies anymore and just has a few goblin soldiers to his name.

Waking up from his dirt bed, Iron Guts had a long day ahead of him. “What to do,” Iron Guts thought to himself. Guts stood by himself, going through his inner-thought process. Most of his kin would likely be focused on getting the basics done. Shelter, food, and likewise. His gang is all filled with soldiers. Only Charag and Sebra had civil skills. Charag had knowledge of goblin god myths, and Sebra was a decent hunter. Here is what I will do. Kitsgash and Charag will stand guard while Sebra hunts down food. That sounds good. But what about me? Well, I’ll have to tell my gang to do their duties first but what after? Of course, I’ll have to do something. If anything, I’ll just also stand guard. Who knows what dangers that these woodlands will bring. Clawcrest was infested with monsters and the wildness is likely no different. Sadly, there is not much here. All we got is some spears, clubs, and crappy short bows. I guess those will have to do.

Iron Guts breaks out of his inner machinations and takes a few short steps into Sebra’s tent. He pokes his head in. “Wake up, sleepyhead. Meet me in front of the camp,” Guts raises his voice. Iron Guts quickly pulls his head away from the tent and goes to Kitsgash’s tent. He does the same. Charag is no different. Before long, all of the Green Spears are awake and now stand before their lead commander.

“Kitsgash and Charag, you two are on guard duty. Go get your equipment,” Guts says with an authoritative voice. Iron Guts then turns his attention to Sebra.

“You’re on a hunting duty. Go get your arrow and bow and kill some meat for us. Got it?” Guts say as Sebra nods. The goblins rush out of sight of the commander, likely to get their stuff for the day ahead.

As for Guts, he goes to the stockpile shortly after, grabs a spear, and stands with Kitsgash and Charag on overwatch.



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