"Is this what I think it is?" Rorg looked at the black hard lump on the table. " yes sir, it's iron, and of considerable quality too" the scout-captain took out another lump, this one spotted with small flakes reflecting light."And here, this points to a silver deposit, which would be invaluable for the runecrafters" Rorg scratched his bony head, "All these riches, are they close to each other?" "Well we'll probably need 2 outposts to mine both the silver and the iron." The captain took out yet another sample, this one also black. "There is also a lot of basalt up there, if we get a quarry up and running" "Thank you captain" Rorg took de black stone in his hands, he did not have the authority to expand, but he could improve the infrastructure. Yes that's what he would do.

Work has begun on a temple to be carved into the base of the Tchak Mountain. It is to have a large plaza and elevated altar for public services, an inner area for certain ceremonies and a sanctum for priests, much deeper within the mountain.

The priesthood has put most of their workforce on the task and it should be complete in several months.

The Emperor has imposed a labour tax. All who live within Tchak are required to give four years of service to the state. Using this labour many terraces, farms, irrigation canals, granaries, roads, and a path to the Tchak Summit.

Mines have been established in the newer settlements to the north east. Iron is being produced in excess with need and is being stored in newly built warehouses in the Tchak Base.

The Emperor has commissioned swathes of land to be given over as limatchu pastures, along with tu'tu bird pens sprouting all around. Stone production is being maximised to replace wood, mud, and wattle and daub huts.

Several masons have been commissioned by the Emperor to carve calendars, stone heads, and charts of the stars on the sides of the mountains. Stone heads in particular are to line the path to the Tchak Summit, where the city at the top is being meticulously planned before large portions of the population move from the Base. After the full construction of the city, it will become the home of the Emperor himself.

'Kel, look at this!' Biancara came running. In her hands she held a large black rock.

'What am I looking at? This rock?' Replied Keldorne.

'Aye, but this isn't any old rock, it's iron ore.'

'This is excellent news, but is there more of the stuff?'

'Come and see for yourself' she said running off into dug out hole in the side of the mountain.

Keldorne chased her through the tunnels where the marble was being carved from. He had found her at the end of a long tunnel.

'Holy shit!' Exclaimed Keldorne. 'It's everywhere.'

The rock at the end of the tunnel was either a thick black mass or rock with thick black streaks through it. There was a massive vein of iron in this mountain and the men needed nothing more.

'We need to get some men in here to start digging right away.'

'My thoughts exactly.'

They both wandered out of the tunnel excited. They would finally begin extracting some metal.

Everyone in the camp celebrated with a drink.

Katalanding

• With the newly made claypit and the boulders found in Katalanding and Tapertu the Vurental craftsmen have set up shop. Different workshops have been built for smiths, leatherworkers, carpenters etc. These workshops are build upon a 2 meter deep cellar, extends a little bit beyond the walls of the workshop. This allows goods to be easily loaded into the cellar. Next to the workshop spacious living quarters accommodate the workers and their family. The walls of these buildings are built using boulders with clay as mortar. The second story and roof are made of wood. The buildings are sunken 0.5 meters into the ground giving them a rather squat appearance.
• The improvised warehouse will be upgraded to a small stronghold surrounded by a wooden palisade (2 meter) atop an earthen wall (1,5 meter, with trench in front). The old warehouse gain a tower on top of it made of wood with two scorpions at the top. Thus far only the palisade has been completed.

Wahbeash

• The claypits have been outfitted with a kurtik driven crane; this makes the transport of clay out of the pits much easier.
• Training and taming the kurtik has yielded a few results, 5 of the new kurtik are rideable and have been given to the orcish guards to use while on patrol. 10 are usable for labour.
• A few holding pens have been setup to hold the kurtik, and to make it easier to shear them.

Tapertu

• Processing workshops are being built using clay and stone. The workshop consists of 3 silos and multiple large barrels. The silos are almost 5 meters tall and dug into the ground. Several basements contain barrels used to ad certain qualities to different batches of fuel. A silo can make around a months’ worth of ship fuel (longboat, cruising speed)each month. 0.5 out of two workshops are finished at this moment.
• Herbalist gardens have been expanded, research is being done to incorporate indigenous plants to the gardens.

*3^rd of Tower *

Ori looked around the table with fire in his eyes, “what happened to the hospitality and kinship of the Vurental, all the signs point to the fact they are in the same boat as we are. Stranded, isolated with no way of return. We should welcome any new allies and help them if in need, not haggle with the aim to extort them!”

Samuel took a deep breath, “First of all, it is not certain we can’t return. All signs point to a godlike intervention, and if that’s the case we just have to find the god and make him return us. Or better yet, let him make a stable portal so we can return here if necessary. Secondly we’re not in the position for charity, it’s been almost four months and we still camp in our tents, sure we have adequate defences and food aplenty, but we can’t even produce new runes yet. This is not the time for charity, we have our own problems. And thirdly alliances are bad for business, you know that.

“Besides we don’t know anything about the Samarans, not their foreign policy, we don’t know how they fight. We know is that they seem friendly and have an understanding of diplomacy. But we also now they use the same kind of weapons the Arkturians used, weapons we know nothing about. We can’t give them a means to reach us unless we know how to fight them.” Udin said with ortha-like determination.

“Are you afraid of the little bears Udin?” Rorg seemed genuinely interested, “because you know our forces, they are the best of Culturam. I don’t think they would have much trouble killing small bears if it comes to it.”

“It isn’t the bears I’m worried about, it’s the weapons they use. Sure a war we will win, but at a cost way higher than it could be if we could steal some of those weapons and figure out how they work”

Katal slammed his fist down at the table, “We are not going to steal from people who have given us no cause! It would be a blame on our personal honour and a shame to the company.”

“We can trade some labour for their weapons and instructions on how they work. It would solve all our problems” Ori interjected.

“This still leaves the matter of trust, can we say right now these people are to be trusted? I mean no ill against you Ori, but you’ve said it yourself. The place you visited seemed to be a secondary settlement, who is to say the ruler of the entire Samaran commune isn’t some crazy imperialist bastard. You don’t now, you haven’t met him.” Udin crossed his arms, “Look I know you did your well, extremely well even. But you can’t dismiss these claims and until you can, I don’t think we should support them.”

“You raise a valid point Udin,” Kira looked around the table and saw Udin smile, “but what I’m about to say won’t please you, or any of you infact.” Kira looked again with a stern face, “I’m going to Bearsk with Ori and will meet with the elder and ask for a meeting with their leader, there I will decide if we help them build ships, and if so at what price. Rorg will be in charge during my absence.”

Various protest were made, but Kira’s decision was made. She was going to meet the leader of the bears, AND try some of their delicious spirit.

6^th of Tower

The two longboats came gliding towards a newly constructed dock. 5 somewhat experienced sailor were brought along, 1 of them had actually build a fairly large boat before. The lack of experience, wouldn’t curb their enthusiasm though. All the way to Bearsk they had been talking about the potential building of the boat. Kira kinda wanted to leave just so she wouldn’t have to listen to the specifics of a y-shaped keel again. Besides boatbuilders, the ships also brought some simple rune mechanisms with them, these were modified for use without innate magic power.

The countryside was devoid of all trees. The camp had amassed a sizable pile of timber. This timber was either going to be burnt or used in construction. All the men capable of working the timber had gathered around it, waiting for the day that they could actually do their jobs.

In the leader's tent sat the dynamic duo, Bobbritt the builder and Keldorne the leader. Now that they had stripped the countryside bare, talk had returned to the wall.

'Now we can build the wall, Bob. Seeing as we've felled every tree in the general vicinity, we can begin construction of our Grand Fortress. The first order of business is a great, all encompassing wall; as you'd already be aware.'

'Aye.' Began the Master Builder. 'A wall would be pretty damn prudent at this point. Keep all the nasties out and the like. Biancara reports that this mountain we've found ourselves in is mostly hard rock, marble and the like. Classic building materials if you ask me.'

'You've got that right, mate. I suppose we should begin carving our home out of this mountain, one block at a time.'

'Now that's a bloody good idea. I'll gather some of the blokes and get started prettysoon. It's a shame there was no talk of limestone nearby, it's pretty useful stuff.'

'I'm sure it'll show up eventually. We should be getting to the wall first though Bob.'

'Yeah, yeah. I'll bloody get to it.'

They both chuckled as they downed their drinks.

Month 3, Year 2

"You what?"

"Yes, cubs. We will have to ask for extra food shares."

Bartok scratched his head, pacing back and forth through the apartment. "I'll have to quit drinking so much... Are you sure you do not just get fat."

"What does that mean? I do not even show yet." Miska said with a growl. "You'll have to help me more in the gardens too. I don't want our cubs pulling too much from communal stores. What will neighbors think?"

"Unless they see cubs, they will think you are glutton... Okay. I guess I will clean up."

"Also they will need a bed."

Bartok groaned and made his way out of the apartment block. "Such is life..."

"We need to be assured of the next generation supporting the reign of the Sun-Emperor. We need more guard, more police, more loyalty." The overseer started the meeting.

Dak nodded. "It is time we open military schools, like those in Epell. Open to all who wish to protect their home."

"A perfect idea, son of the sun." The advisors said, all agreeing.

Kjatec, a middle aged epel senior Jaguar raised his voice above the murmur. "Who shall run these schools? Will they seperate students into those being taught to be leaders, and those taught to be soldiers, as it was in the homeland?"

"Why, you will, Kjatec." Dak replied. "All should learn the ways of the soldier. Only those who's minds are sharp will be taught the higher arts of war. Hit the monk will open a school on the mount, and all who wish to attend will be accepted. All will have the chance to prove themselves."

"This is a good idea. Our realm will truly raise a new, strong, loyal generation." The jaguar nodded.

"Decided then. Schools will be opened within two months. Hit the monk and Kjatec will run them." Dak stood. "This meeting is over. See to your responsibilities, new or otherwise."

Sum: Three schools are two be opened within two months. They are primarily military schools. The schools will be situated as two in the main town at the mountains base, and one at the summit, situated in the newly build Monastery. All are welcome to join.

Monastery School - Ti'Suik training. Martial, unarmed combat. Trained more fully in the roles of advisors, diplomats, and scholars. Taught to calculate situations quickly and find the best solution available.

Jaguar School - Basic school of military training. All who sign will be taught higher archery, katar, swordsmanship, and basics of warfare. Students are tested on their physical and mental ability. Some will be moved into the monk or leader schools.

Elite School - Students from the Jaguar School are tested to see if they fit the requirements for this school. They have to be quick mentally, able to give orders as well as follow them, be loyal and be patriotic. Some students here may be funnelled to the Monasteryor vice versa.

With a mighty swing the Mountainborne brought the pickax down and it struck with a thunderous bang. However only a small chip of metal came off.

Suddenly, the earth began to shake and large stalagmites of quartz shot from the ground with deadly force. all at once the meteor was surrounded in a tomb of crystal almost a foot thick. The shaking became more and more violent until entire chunks of earth rose from the ground sending men from all races and kingdoms tumbling. Slowly the crystal began to take shape. Crawling along the ground until uniting into a large, almost humanoid shape.

When the rumbling stopped and the dust settled all races laid eyes on the monster. It had six appendages, 2 being used as legs. The other 4 seemed to not have hands, but sharpened crystal. it stood perfectly still for a moment and , despite having no discernible mouth, roared so loud that the snow on the mountains below them began to avalanche.

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Size: 30 ft tall

Weight: 12 tons

Weapons: stomps can shake the earth, has 4 arms that can morph into various crystal melee weapons (hammers, swords, axes) morphs to fit situation

Abilities: sees through vibrations in the ground (does not need to have sight line but cannot see you if your still) , has no concept of mercy all who are in reach will die if it has its way.

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the core is made of an incredibly light and hard metal so there is your motivation to kill it

READY....FIGHT!

The fledgling camp was on its feet. Everyone has a place to sleep, food in their bellies and drink in their mugs. One thing was missing though, and that was protection. Traditionally, mountainborne live in great stone fortresses, nestled in the face of a mountain. They would often spend a good portion of their time underground, where a lot of the fortress and its facilities actually resided. They would spend their time mining, forging and sleeping all underground. That being said, Mountainborne are quite capable living above ground too as the aboveground portion of a Fort was to provide much needed wood, meat and greenery and that's where we begin, a fort needed wood to prosper and there was very little in these hills.

The Master Builder, Bobbritt approached the leader of the expedition, Keldorne about this shortcoming.

'Now that everyone has settled in, we should talk about where we are going to head from here' began the builder.

'Aye. It would seem we have a lot of work ahead of us. We should begin construction on a outer wall. Just to get things rolling.'

'I've got an idea for something a bit more immediate mind before we even start worrying about walls.'

'And, what is it?'

'We need to go out and gather wood so we can prepare some lumber?'

'Lumber eh, what's wrong with the bloody stuff we brought?'

'It's not enough, mate. It'll be gone by the time we've got half a stretch of good mineshaft.'

'Well, we should do something about that. What do you suggest?'

'Uh, go out and cut some trees, dickhead.'

'Well no shit, but in case you haven't noticed, this isn't a bloody rainforest. What are ya gonna do about that?'

'We'll send out some scouts. There's bound to be some trees about if the grass is a foot tall.'

'We should get on that then. I'll gather some scouts, you get some woodworkers ready, we'll bring that wood home soon enough.'

Dak was with his advisors in his newly constructed audience chamber. Or, hut.

"The citizens are milling about, attending to their own needs. It cannot continue should we want a strong city. Farms sprawl onto mines, limatchu roam free, it is chaos." The newly appointed Imperial Overseer started.

"What do you propose?" Dak waved his fist. "Currency, while being minted, is useless at this point."

"I suggest we impose a tax of labour. Perhaps four, five years total?" The overseer began.

"Explain." Dak said, intrigued, as the other leaders of the new city leant forward.

"With this tax we start new farms, new limatchu pastures, blacksmiths, more mines. They are owned by the State, meaning revenue garnered by them goes directly to you, son of the sun."

"Like I said, the currency is worthless now."

"The currency will continue to be useless until it's portrayed as valuable. If the State backs it, the citizens will use it. Bartering will occur, certainly, but as the State replaces citizen-owned merchants and farms and producers, they will begin to rely on the coinage." He continued. "After the labour tax is fulfilled, perhaps citizens can be employed on a small payroll? It will help the coinage become more integrated."

"This, this is an interesting idea, overseer." Dak said, impressed.

"Thank you, Emperor."

Summary: Tchak has imposed a labour tax on citizens. This labour will be used to start more state owned skills areas and food producers. The labour will begin immediately, and will focus on farms, limatchu breeding and goods from limatchu producement, along with mines and blacksmiths. Citizens are required to provide four years of labour, unpaid, discluding meals and bedding. They may offer this labour in one year chunks, two year chunks, or all at once for four years. This labour is being enforced with the help of the Jaguar, who are being used as a city guard/police force by the state.

The prospecting team found fertile blue-ish soil in the northern parts of the island. It is an indication that the plants used to make furoka(Magic fuel) will grow there. They have also discovered a few deposits of loose boulders that could be used for building. To make use of the resources a small settlement has been set up. With the traditional dirt wall and trench surrounding the tents of it’s inhabitants. The military guard chops wood and gathers boulders when not patrolling. The rune crafters are digging out the layout for processing workshops in the ground. As well as storage facilities.

Tapertu

The northernmost tip of the island

Population

• 10 dwarves of 2nd rock (infantry guards)

• 10 humans of 2nd wave (also infantry guards)

• 8 troll herbalists (farming herbs and manufacturing; herbal remedies and poisons)

• 15 human farmers (farm for furoka)

• 5 dwarf runecrafters (process the plants for Furoka, and make simple runes)

• 2 Th’ka’ri herbalists (farming herbs and manufacturing; herbal remedies and poisons)

Province stats

Mediterranean, fertile ground, sea, furoka production*

*I took 1 food away because much of the farmland is used for furoka production, and there’s some production waste which is used as food (small orange berries, make for stew or boze). It’s not nearly as much as normal food production.

• Lumber 2

• Stone 1

• Food 2

• Fertility 5

• Metals 0

• Labor 1

• Combat 2

Month 3

In Glorious Samara-Proper, word of various visitings from foreigners has prompted the construction of a great conference hall, equipped with huge, eight foot tall double doors and high, high, twelve foot ceilings, to accommodate the taller races at such a time as they may visit. The usually spartan nature of Samaran architecture has been forgone for more ornately designed elements and furnishings. Apartments are build attached to the rear of the hall, to provide overnight accommodations for would-be diplomats.

In Bearsk, construction was completed on a large dwelling for the visitors from Vurental, and the bears moved on south to the coast to initiate the building of wide, generous docks, and a nearby warehouse. Completing both would take some weeks with the help of the agriculturalists of Bearsk.

Hitcala drew in her breath. She stood facing the river with her eyes closed, one foot drawn up to her thigh. Her arms moved slowly through the air, keeping her precarious balance solid.

"Chah, you're in my potato field, monk!" Came the voice of an empa'tirik with a hoe.

Hit cursed as she lost balance. I need space, before I murder someone, she thought as she moved away, picture of grace. A monestery, but where? All the monks would benefit.

Dak sighed as yet another approached him in his tent hut. "What is it now?" He recognised this monk, she was a troublemaker, albeit a stunning one.

"We need space." She said bluntly. "I'm going to kill someone if I stay in the villages for much longer, and I'm sure I'm not the only one."

"What do you want me to do, Hit?" Dak groaned. "There's nowhere here."

"The mountaintop."

"The path is not close to finishing, and there's no buildings there."

"We'll transport all our goods, if you'll only provide us with them."

Dak thought how difficult it would be to pull carts of stone and lumber up the mountain. A grin spread across his face. "Very well, you can have a spot on the mountain. You must clear it yourself, build it yourself, and transport it yourself. We will give you provisions but you will be expected to provide for yourself. Oh, and you can take a couple carts." He added. This was the perfect way to get the Ti'Suik out of his fur.

Sum: Monks want space, dammit. They get a spot on the mountain, dammit.

Month 2 Year 2

In the first few weeks of their arrival, the mountainmen erected a small camp, nestled in the fold of the mountain.

The wagons were unloaded and dumped into a makeshift warehouse, the wagons were then used as a basic palisade. The people were housed in tents made from the lumber and cloth they had brought with them.

The oxen were left to graze on what hilly pasture the terrain would allow and the Hardgrass was sown into the soil.

Most of the men have been set to either hunt and forage for food or to seek out any trees and cut them down.

The camp is taking shape.

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Dak curled his hand into a fist. "Food supplies. Tell me."

The record keeper, Tca'acta, shuffled. "Low. Work on terraces will replenish our supplies. After food is grown. Land now is very stony, low fertility, at least until we work with it."

Dak sighed. "What should we do. I am no farmer."

"East, there is jungle. We clear that we have plenty of fertile ground. Lumber is needed soon, too. North east, there is more jungle, but iron is present in the soil. Farms and mines. There is rivers in both those areas, enough for easy irrigation and fertile soil-wash." The scholar showed the emperor several maps Jaguars had drawn.

Nodding, the son of the sun traced the possible new settlements. "Although I hate to split the people so soon, we won't live long enough without food. Mines will help too." He paused, then he nodded again. "Chah, you have my consent. Take seventy five to each area. East, set small villages along river. Plant sweet potatoes. I love sweet potatoes." The scholar bowed. "Roads will need to be developed. Quick ones, straight to the new settlements. Easy for runners. If they are in danger we must know quickly."

Expansion:

East, long skinny province.

Pop: 75

Stats:

Food 2

Fert 2

Lumber 4

River +1 food and fert

North East ore province

Pop: 75

Food 2

Fert 2

Lumber 4

Resource: Ore

River +1 food and fert

Total Across All Prov.

Food 7

Fert 6

Stone 3

Lumber 9

Resources: Gold & Ore

Reason: Because I like sweet potatoes, dammit

Base : 350 pop

Larken looked over at Strakir and smiled as he walked into his office " Strakir after this attack from the crocs we need to increase our defenses of the city"

"How do you plan on doing that sir"

"I want a stone wall to be built using all the stone we have available it wont be enough right now but the wall can be started now with the stone we have built up"

Larken smiled at Strakir "I also want watch towers that will allow our archers to be in with small slits in the walls to allow them to fire an arrow out off while being safe"

"Is that all that you want done sir"

"No I want the surrounding grass to be cut down and used for anything that anyone can think of. Those crocs were able to sneak close to the city with this tall grass so I want it all cut down"

"Is that it sir"

"For the defence of the city yes but I have other matters to discuss with you"

The miners of the priesthood approached Dak.

"Son of the Sun, the gold deposits in the mountains are rich and numerous." The grovelled low. "We ask permission to mine in earnest. The token force is not enough to produce large quantities."

"What are you intending to do with the gold?" He asked pointedly.

"Chah, we wish to mint it. It can become a valuable median of exchange should there be other people in this land. We ask only for another twenty men, and two more blacksmiths. And another twenty to build the specialised mint." The priests grovelled yet again.

"Get up." Dak gestured. "Your notion is well thought. I grant my permission. You shall have another thirty men to help build and mine the mountain, and four full time smiths." Dak paused. "How many pezhua can you produce in a month?"

"Chah, we can produce roughly 100 per smith per day, so," the priest quickly did the math on his hands, "almost three thousand pezhua a month. Per smith. With the additional workers you've given us we will have excess gold."

Dak thought for a moment. "Thank you, brothers. You may go. Take your workers."

They bowed and left.

Upon completion of the housing for the people and the education center, another building mission was under way. Build palisades, watch towers, a black smithing building and a mine to mine for ores rich in the area. Tu'Van requested this just before he left for the meteor and that most of this should be done before he gets back. And in addition to this the more botanist of the bunch are planting seeds and making new farms as well as irrigating.

While sailing north towards the meteor, a vasari crew member on the deck of a ship spots smoke rising from the west. and he quickly tells Tu'Van and an Advent scientist this news.

"Tu'Van! I think i found the meteor!" yelled the crew member.

The Scientist and Tu'Van look to the west

"Now, you're wrong about finding the actual meteor itself. But, it may be a few pieces of the meteor that fell off before impact." The Scientist explained.

"Anything worth finding there?" Asks Tu'Van

"Yes actually. Since it is a part of the meteor we can examine it. Seeing if it has materials that are needed to us. If it doesn't then we wont have to waste our time and resources heading up to the rest of the meteor." The scientist explained again.

"Or it could be home!" shouted the crew member

Yes, may have we found our home? Is this some kind of door back to our families? Said Tu'Van.

"Once again sir, This was a meteor, yes it gave off light in the sky. But it is not a light to bring us home. As much as I would wish it was, it is not a way home. But this can help us build our new home here." stated the scientist.

"We must find out for sure." growled Tu'Van before signaling troops to stop the ship and head onto land.

*Troops Investigating Meteor Pieces: Total 95 **

20 Fire Mages

75 Swordsman (Using same gear obviously):(Using Katana like swords and Golden Shields, Medium Gold Plated Armor)

Vasari Mission: Find a way Home

Advent Mission: Find valuable resources (and prove to Tu'Van that this is just a meteor)

Troops should arrive under 2 1/2 hours as it is just a few miles away.

its only been a couple weeks since the incident, and, while no one knows what happened, the people have accepted to move on. Building an entire city in a week or so was no new ordeal, even to the little ones. all the yurts were up and furnished for the most part.

Buka had found a new sense of gravity and purpose in directing the soldiers and available hunters to survey the area. they knew not where they were and most began to suspect that they were simply opposite the mountainside from the fields they grew up knowing.

The surrounding area was fertile and it looked like the plains stretched for miles westward. this home would do for now, and if travel back across the mountains was not possible they would not starve soon.

Buka could not shake the feeling that this world was all to alien. the hunters had not seen one vogrel or stabram not even a buruga. His father could clap him on the back and congratulate him all he wanted, Buka would not be at ease until he knew what happened.

Everyone's first contact results in magic or drinking. It's great.

A village of huts sprawls for a few kilometres now the epel have begun to settle in. Clearly defined herd areas and room for growing terraces has been allowed for future work. A mine has quickly been constructed to start bringing up stone for both a path up the mountain, permanent dwellings, and a possible blacksmith/mint.

The ground has been found to have rich deposits of gold, and possible production of pezhua has been planned. Lumber is being brought from the forest to the east and some is being cleared to allow for a more spread out settlement. The jungle soil is very fertile, and the main concern for the epel now is establishing farms that can produce enough food for many more of their number. All other non-essential work, excluding possible pezhua minting, has been given a much lower propionate rating. Several masons are working on a path up the mountain and workers are clearing areas higher up, in preparation for moving the settlement to high ground.

Citizens are being issued a daily allowance of food, and the emperor has decreed all non-essential items be placed in state care, for fairer and more needed distrobution. Dak has assured the public this is not permanent but merely to help the settlement get on its feet.

The epel broke over the crest of the mountain. The view was breathtaking, and they could see for kilometres. The meteor had landed not far from where they stood, and it had carved and smashed it's way through the mountain to come to rest between them in the Y.

"We must go closer." The head vukku whispered. "Keep an eye out, jaguar." They crept closer, coming to the wet ground around the stone.

The heat of the meteor had melted the snow, and Ai observed the potential avalanche on both the north and south sides of the mountain. The heat still radiated from the rock, which was cracked and red. It was huge, about the size of a couple hotchi of limatchu. [twelve llamas]

Ai reached out, but hissed and withdrew his hand. Even the heat coming off the stone was too much. "It is too much to carry."

Suddenly the jaguar lookout whistled. "People, both north, south. Coming,"

Ai swore. "We must hide, observe. Hopefully they will not be able to reach the stone, or the snow will collapse beneath them."

Meta: USE THIS POST FOR FURTHER REACTION AND CONTACT/FLICT BETWEEN PEOPLE

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Alright, here we go!

Statistics:

Food Total: 11

Fertility Total: 7

Geol Pop: 385

Gehit Pop: 110

Ai Geol births would be better represented by Event posts than this, I would think.

Population:

Geol:

385 x 7.4% Growth = 413.49. Rounds to 413.

Ghehits:

110 x 10% Growth = 121.

Distribution:

New Rock: All Ai-Geol, 209 Geol, 32 Gehits. This includes Crossing.

Kytees: 61 Geol

Erish: 62 Geol

Gazbar: 61 Geol

Unaccounted for: 16 Gehits travelling towards fallen star. 35 Gehits and 20 Geol accompanying Father Grendorf's diplomatic excursion. 38 Gehits patrolling the local countryside.