Raindeer

Civilization Roleplay: Rise of Races (The Tribes of Nova Mondial Want You!)

@Diehard243
The leader of the border patrol lead the two females deeper into the unknown territory, licking his nose and twitching lightly as his coarse tongue dragged over his fresh scar along his muzzle, watchful with every step. One of the females gave out a low growl and attracted the other two's attention towards a moving shape rather far up in a tree quite a bit away, seeming to call for their attention. The leader took point and stood up on his hind legs, waddling over towards the bird-like creatures calling for them.

Upon coming closer they noticed that they were far from regular birds. They differed strongly in color but seemed to belong to the same kin.
The group of three looked at each other.

The younger female spoke.

"How do we talk to them? Birds do not growl."

The older one responded.

"They could obviously howl, what says they can not growl?"

They chattered on until the male snarled.

"Silence. We must at least try."

He stepped forth and looked up at the trio, his head tilted lightly to the left in confusion.

"You called for us? You howled? How does a bird howl?"

Civilization Roleplay: Rise of Races (The Tribes of Nova Mondial Want You!)

The Howling Hound Clan.
Population: 42 adults, 16 younglings.

The Rootpaw Clan
Population: 26 adults, 8 younglings.

Technological advancement.
Basic tools: 1 / 2

The era of flame, year four.

Northern den cluster (Former Rootpaw territory)

The male leading the group of three patrolling the borders of their territory while also scouting for tracks of prey stopped, the two females following him calmly sitting down behind him. He leaned his head back in a loud howl, the two females joining in. Shortly after several howls echoed back from the direction of the dens. What made them twitch was the fact that there was responding howls from a direction beyond their territory as well. But it did not sound like any howl they had heard before.

The male rose up on his hind legs and faced the direction the howling had come from, trying to spy what had done it, without luck. A short discussion broke out among the three about how to handle the situation.

They howled together for longer than usual, signifying that they had found something of interest, good or bad, then set out beyond their territory to see what had answered their howls.

With wide eyes and perked ears they slowly made their way across the unknown area, watchful of any plants or creatures they had not encountered in their own territory. They jumped in surprise and once more turned to face the direction of the howling, noticing the sound of different voices, possibly three. An unknown clan?

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Southern den cluster (Howling Hound clan home)

The Alpha overwatched as two of the young adults hammered sticks against the scales that had fallen off during the territorial battle a year ago in an attempt to reproduce the embedding that the first stick had shown. One of them came up with the idea of taking a rock and hammering it against the back of the stick while it was held against the scale. Both of the young adults gave up a cheerful barking sound as they had achieved what the Alpha had ordered of them. The young male that had first achieved results jabbed the tool down into the ground and dragged it around, forming the shape of a circle around him.

The Alpha nodded slowly, pleased with the progress. A faint howl was heard in the distance, and the entire cluster of dens responded by howling in unison. He held his paw out towards the young adult whom reluctantly gave away the newly crafted tool. The Alpha lumbered over to a nearby rock and tried his luck on it, only scratching the surface and chipping a small piece of it away. With a grunt he turned over to the nearest tree and used it as one would have done a claw against the bark, managing more precise and clean cuts into the bark.

His experiments were interrupted as a second howl was heard, and once more the cluster responded in unison, the larger and stronger members of the clan wasting no time, dashing off to possibly aid their patrol if necessary.

Civilization Roleplay: Rise of Races (The Tribes of Nova Mondial Want You!)

To @Diehard243:
I am available for discussion whenever you are.

Civilization Roleplay: Rise of Races (The Tribes of Nova Mondial Want You!)

The proposed expansion of the hounds after the subduing of the rival clan. Have been cleared with my neighbour.

Civilization Roleplay: Rise of Races (The Tribes of Nova Mondial Want You!)

The howling hound clan.
Population: 36 adults, 12 younglings.

The Rootpaw clan
Population: 24 adults, 6 younglings

The era of flame, year three.

The Alpha stood before the Rootpaw clan’s Alpha, both snarling and whipping their tail against the ground while they slowly circled around each other. At an incredible speed the two males pounced at eachother, colliding with a loud thud.

-A few minutes of intense fighting later-

The Howling Hound Clan’s Alpha stood above the other, his fur colored by blood. Most of it his opponents, thankfully. He stepped over his wounded opponent and let out a vicious howl, his clan mates joining in, celebrating his victory.

“You stand under the Howling Hound Clan now. We are joined together as one. You follow me now, not him. Understood?”

The other clan bowed their heads, some reluctantly, others without visible protest.

“From here on out, any female of age that does not have a mate will do so with me until a mate is found. We need to grow stronger!”

While the older ones were arguing and snarling at each other, a youngling snuck over to the Alpha that was currently knocked out and found that a scale that had fallen off had embedded itself into a stick. He took the stick and playfully batted at it. A female looked down and noticed his behavior, but most importantly noted that the scale was digging into the soil while being tossed around. She took it from the youngling and examined it silently.

-Later that day-

The female caught the Alpha’s attention and showed the stick with the scale embedded into it, demonstrating what the youngling had done.

“Could be useful to carve in the trees. Or maybe do other things?”

The Alpha nodded slowly and grunted.

“We will see what this thing can do, and if we can make more.”

Civilization Roleplay: Rise of Races (The Tribes of Nova Mondial Want You!)

<Snipped quote by Raindeer>

I'll expand it as soon as you send a party southwards. (spoilers, its more rainforest.)

@MangoJuice

Roger that. Thank you for the quick response. I expected rainforest, just curious about the general look of the surroundings.

Civilization Roleplay: Rise of Races (The Tribes of Nova Mondial Want You!)

I'd like to ask if the map could possibly be expanded southwards, as I may or may not be able to bring in more people, and we might end up with very early conflicts due to border contesting (Unless that is what is wished for, of course.)
It would also be nice to know what lies beneath us in the far south.

Civilization Roleplay: Rise of Races (The Tribes of Nova Mondial Want You!)

'Aight, everybody tell me if you want to expand, add cities, provinces, etc. Remember to keep it sensible and as descriptive as possible.

10th edition




BTW those barred areas are claimed land. It's not settled, but you'll have to take it up with the local tribes if you want to move in. Nothing will physically stop you, of course. At least not right away...

@MangoJuice

I do intend to expand and add a city/town/cluster of dens soon, but more on that after my next post.

Civilization Roleplay: Rise of Races (The Tribes of Nova Mondial Want You!)

So, to explain something about how I will post, in case it gets confusing.
I'll basically be alternating between the packs to show their development separately over the years, because it'd be kind of odd for me to have them in the same post when not much is happening. It also gives me the chance to play out the interactions between clans and what they may lead too.

Civilization Roleplay: Rise of Races (The Tribes of Nova Mondial Want You!)

The howling hound clan.
Population: 34 adults, 4 younglings.

The era of flame, year two.

Crimson eyes scanned through the foliage for prey, a large wild boar-like creature being the target. The three pairs of eyes singling out the old and the young. Once an old, fat beast had been decided upon, the trio set their plan into play, the older female lounging out from the treeline into the small clearing while viciously barking, causing the boars to run off towards safety, leaving every boar for him or herself. The two young males had in the meantime circled around the clearing and efficently cut off the escape for the old boar, as well as one of their young whom had been trampled and left behind in the rush, squealing with all that was left of it’s strength, but to no avail.

The two younglings pounced upon the larger boar and sunk their claws into it’s flesh, dragging it down to the ground, while the older female had secured the injured young with a killing bite to the neck without any major resistance. The older boar put up a fight however, thrashing itself back and forth violently, trying to shake the attackers off, but only caused the claws to rip deeper wounds, the younglings holding on to it for their lives, the older female watching them carefully.

-Minutes later-

The old boar had finally bled out. The female had watched passively untill now as the two younglings struggled. She snarled at them and folded her ears back.

“Sloppy. So much wasted blood and time because neither of you were brave enough to finish it. Shamefull. But well done on the chase. As punishment for the slow kill, you will take turns carrying the big one home.”

She slowly stood up on her hind legs and grabbed the smaller boar, waddling away with it towards the dens, the two younglings struggling too keep up.

-Hours later by the dens-

The hunting party of three had finaly made their way back to the hillside where the clan of ashen had made their home, their eyes taking in the well hidden dens and the stockpiled food lying near the most central den, the carved trees and the rocks lying around primite firepits with deep clawmarks scratched into them. The female barking for those that were in the dens to come out while the younglings practiced their howls, calling for those further away to return home.

Twenty hounds of differing size and shades of coloring emerged from their dens, forming a circle around the three and their caught prey while a larger male entered the circle. The hunters laid down next to the prey they had brought down. The male eyed the larger boar carefully, looked at it’s wounds and huffed.

“You are not worthy to be called adults yet. Kill swiftly, move on to the next prey. We are a large family, we need more food. When the darkness falls, you will go and hunt again. I expect more then.”

The younglings bowed their heads to the Alpha and walked out to sit in the circle.

The Alpha proceeded too inspect the female’s kill.

“An easy kill… Was already injured before an ashen laid as much as a paw on it. Good choice of prey. But I expected nothing less of my daughter. You get to rest. Sereh will hunt with the younglings next time.”

The female bowed her head just as the males had and joined the circle while the Alpha male dug in on the older boar’s flesh, ripping lose a sizeable chunk of it with ease. He left the circle and trotted off into his den. As soon as the Alpha male had left the circle, the other members of the clan dug in, snarling and growling at eachother in a frenzy, blood and entrails flying left and right.