Raindeer

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

A lot of people are preparing for that eclipse post, I believe.

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

Group lead by the Alpha, Soruli territory
23 adults
Technological advancement
Weaving: 1/2 (Brought forwards by Soruli teachings)
Staffs: 1/2 (Brought forwards by Soruli teachings)

The Stick Wielders
Those that approached the Soruli with their finely cut staffs ended up seeing an eventually pausing of the flowing movements. Heads turned so that their eyes of stars could take them in. One, seemingly younger than the others from its stature and build, moves to jam the end of their staff into a softer patch of dirt so it stands on its own, then extends both arms toward the four legged kin face wanting to cuddle into their fur patches.

Were the Ashen to continue watching first rather than attempt communication to learn the making of the weapons, the Soruli left would begin practicing their dance again, not without some slowed down movements to help the Ashen take in the information.

Afterwards, sticks would be given to two of the four that approached and their forms made to face each other as Soruli stood parallel and motioned them to mimic the movements.

The other two of the four would be shown which trees provided the best wood and how to carve the staff for better usage of the individual.

@Diehard243

The two females trotted over to the slightly smaller bird and burrowed their faces against his chest, gently head butting it. The two males watched for a short time before joining in, the collective four cuddling up against the bird.

After a short while the four would back away and sit down to watch again, the females seeming to keep their attention at the smaller one still.

The females focused mainly on how the sticks were made while still keeping an eye on the male.
The two males did their best to grasp how to handle the art of using them in battle, struggling at first but quickly getting the hang of the basics, doing their best to adapt the style of battle to suit them, being less flowing in their movements and more direct.

The Leaf Weavers

The drum players were so close to the weavers that one could feel the beats in their chest. The Ashen pair that joined the Soruli that weaved immediately ended up the recipients of gentle coos and little petting sessions as the weavers went on and on with their work. The one mimicking their motions would be given a length of cut leaf to begin making a pattern with, an especially mothering Soruli starting a new weaving project to show them from the beginning how the leaves were cut and how to begin a pattern to completion.

@Diehard243

The Ashen responded to the coos and petting sessions with purring and gentle scratchings of the bird's backs in return.
The pair looked around in confusion from the odd sound and feeling that they had never felt before, in time tracing it down to a group that were pawing at an odd creation they had not seen before. While they were curious they had been ordered to look at this first.
The male that had tried to mimic their motions was slightly startled by being given materials and stared at the bird that had given it to him until the new creation was started while the other male looked with interest, paying notice to what kind of leaves they used.

The Groomed

The building bond led some Soruli to roll their Ashen over to rub bellies and cuddle them. As some were licked, the taste of the colorful pastes and dust on their pale skin made them taste sweet aside from simply smelling so. Some would burst into chirping giggles and end up upon the ground with their hands patting at the Ashen's body.

A few adventurous ones gave the Ashen licks in return, quickly regretting the decision as fur got into their mouths.

Mica observed all this, letting out a little whistle sound as she continued her attention upon the Alpha, much less love-dovey about the whole affair. So bored she begins letting out a sigh, she observes the alpha's size and fur, looking him in the face as she moves to sit on his back, wanting to be in a something semi-comfortable position rather than stand the whole time or sit beneath him.

@Diehard243

The Ashen's purring continued as the grooming and cuddling continued, the sweet taste of the dust making the hounds more prone to licking the birds in an attempt to return the favor for the grooming. Some went as far as to gently hold the birds in place to get the powder of completely.

The Alpha purred louder than the other's, cuddling against the bird with his tails wagging.

He looked back at the bird in slight confusion as he was mounted, tilting his head in questioning of what it was doing. He slowly leaned down and tried to carve his question into the ground. He wrapped two of his tails around the bird's upper body then trotted forwards to give the bird a better view of the carving.

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

I'm waiting for the Soruli, can't really do much before that.

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

Where is everybody?

@Joegreenbeen

I've asked myself that for a while now.

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

So, what's everybody up to?

@Joegreenbeen

Working my ass off while fighting to not throw up. Fun times.

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

The Ashen & The Soruli: Grooming Friendship

@Raindeer

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Soruli visible under the massive tree were engulfed with different activities. Some were weaving patters with thinly cut leaves and flowers, others rested upon their backs and patted upon drums absent-mindedly as they gazed to the sky between the spaces of the leaves above.

None seemed to be very active physically aside from a few pairs of Soruli, dancing about with staffs of wood spinning about them as if they were extensions of their body. (And perhaps one or two who are pulled into the brush behind the tree for other kinds of dancing.)

Little kin, tiny Soruli letting out chirps and repeated phrases, peeked around the bodies of caretakers as all the Ashen Hounds were led to the eastern side of the Soruli clearing to rest upon mats of thick leaves within the shade as purring masses of fur and scale.

Ima, Mica and Cor looks to the sheer number that followed them, Cor in particular letting out an impressed whistle before Ima turned to wave over assistance from the varying Soruli unoccupied. Little kin were kept with their caretakers, all others helped in this greeting of Ashen to the Soruli world.

The sweet smelling pastes were brought as varying Ashen marks and scars were examined to soothe them, twigs and mud brushed out of the fur and pulled from scales.

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Mica holds back a trill of annoyance as she feels the leader nudge her, right eye only conveying the smallest twitch before she turns her head to look over at him, eyes connecting with his own as she offers a fruit- her other hand propped upon her hip.

She mutters something about "needy" amid her directions to Soruli waiting to help about the fruit the Ashen enjoy most, gesturing to the remains of the one just fed to the Leader.

@Diehard243

Group lead by the Alpha, Soruli territory
23 adults
Technological advancement
Weaving: 0/2
Staffs: 0/2

The Alpha took a short moment to gaze away the from dark one that had caught his interest and looked closer at the surroundings, barking out to the others.

"Those birds moving with the large sticks. Find out how they made those and how to use them. Do the same with the ones that create patterns with the leaves. Could be useful. Get to it. The rest of you can relax for now."

The hounds looked among one another and growled back and forth about whom would go where. Four hounds lumbered over towards the stick-moving birds and two towards the leaf-patterning ones, grumbling over being taken away from the grooming, but not loud enough for the Alpha to hear. Which was not necessary as the Alpha had already redirected his attention towards the bird that offered him fruit. He took the fruit gently out of her hand and very gently head butted her side as a thank you.

The hounds grew fond of the birds that groomed them, often returning their kindness with gentle head butts and occasional attempts at cleaning them. (Ergo, licking them.)

The four hounds that lumbered over to the stick-moving birds sat down and quietly observed their movements, unwilling to disturb in their movements.

The two that watched the leaf-patterning ones watched closely and tilted their heads curiously, one of them moving his paws slowly in the same movements as the birds did in an attempt to learn.

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The Eastern Woodlands:
"Ode to the homelands, my brothers, let us return to them." The philosopher spoke triumphantly.
"Indeed, we shall return." One of his comrades responded.
A Ferream then drew a picture representing their departure and the location of their homelands before leaving towards the west.

@Shoggothought

Howling Hound clan den cluster.
16 adults, 12 younglings.
Technological advancement.
Rock shaping: Done (Brought forward by Society teachings)
Basic armor: 2/2 (Idea given by Society teachings)

The hounds gathered around the carving the man of wood had made and tried to make sense out of the last part, barking between one another about whom was right and whom was wrong.

In the meantime, Borje and Leif finished shaping the rock as the man of wood had and slowly lowered it upon their heads. It was heavy and blocked their vision slightly, but the holes made for their ears and noses left their other senses untouched. They shook their heads lightly to make sure they did not fall of. Leif had to reshape it slightly to make it fit better, but overall they worked as intended.

"If we can cover head... We can cover the rest of us?" Leif said questioningly.

"Not paws or legs. Can not make the rock move. Body can be protected." Borje said calmly and sat down next to a larger rock and began hollowing out a larger rock after the shape of his body, leaving holes for his front and hind legs, as well as his neck and tails.

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

I would like to apologize for my lack of posting. Having a massive case of writer's block and work is currently chaos.

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

Technological advancement.
Rock shaping: 2/2 (Brought forward by Society teachings)
Basic armor: 1/2 (Idea given by Society teachings)

The brothers watched with great interest as the wooden one sat down and carved into the large rock with a smaller, sharp one, tilting their heads in curiosity as the rock was shaped. The two quickly ran over and grabbed a large rock and brought out their tools made out of sharp rocks, imitating the creature's movements and work, slowly hollowing out the rock as well.

The surrounding hounds looked on with confusion, unsure of what they were doing.

"If they... And if we learn, we... Can make these for the head, we should be able to make something that protects the rest of the body as well, for hunting."

"And protecting ourselves against those trying to take our territory."

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

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This is not a democracy, dude. I will get my way...someday.

@Veoline

Good idea telling that to the GM. :3

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

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#nevergiveupneversurrender

@Mihndar

+1
#nevergiveupneversurrender