For months the shamans of The Father of Shanks prayed and sought signs for where they might build the next grand kobold tribe. Fear gripped the hearts of the kobolds, fear that the gods had abandoned them. But then there came a prophecy from Shinto Spraysnaked himself of a fertile land of rivers and mountains with a perfect island of smooth, good land between two rivers.
Tin lead his crew in search of this island between rivers until through the blue grasses of the mountains on which they climbed they saw it. The future home of Ebentijenta.
OOC Note: There's a decent amount of land available that I can work with, but this flat space is surrounded by 12 layers of mountain going downward in tiny little bits. Indeed, the river itself is 12 layers down which I anticipate being a little bit of a problem, unless wells can be built that high above the water source. Either way, I'm actually pretty in love with the lay of the land and it should necessitate some interesting camp building. The giant ravine does have the negative possibility of kobolds dodging into space, but we'll handle that as it happens.
Immediately the kobolds set to work building the things they would need. Trees were immediately chopped down and a butchery, tannery, carpenter's workshop, leather worker's shop, craftsbold's shop, and bone chippery were set up. Four of the fifteen jack rats were quickly sacrificed with prayers to Shinto for leading them in his wisdom to this wondrous land.
“DeepBlue!” yapped Tin with a wave of his paw. The spearbold dropped the wood she was carrying and came over curiously to where Tin was standing with a little gathering of sunshine berries. “Good land,” he pointed out nervously kicking at the ground. DeepBlue nodded in agreement and reached out to the berries asking, “What plant for?” Tin scratched at his tattoo for a moment, breathed in deeply, and pushed the berries into DeepBlue's hands while babbling out, “DeepBlue-hunt-leader-wear-berries-at-ear.” He then promptly gave a strict salute and scampered off to get back to work leaving DeepBlue smiling at her berries.
Though the camp was young it was now ceaselessly in motion. Kalras crafted the bones from the fallen jack rabbits into two bolas throwers and two pointy spears, though she lamented leaving behind her machete. Tin moved about the camp fastidiously keeping some distance between himself and DeepBlue after the awkward encounter he'd had previously. When Ebabim the carpenter found him standing at the edge of their plateau staring out at a cliffside some twenty feet away he asked, “Tin? Tin think?” Tin shook his head quickly and scowled, “Tin plan. Tin plan clay.” Pointing across he gestured to the massive wall of clay, perfect for a growing kobold camp.
After a long moment of considering Ebabim nodded and clapped Tin on the shoulder. “Ebabim bridge,” he explained seriously before going off to grab a couple of planks of wood. Unfortunately, the wood wasn't quite long enough to pass the gap. He frowned and grumbled out, “Ebabim bridge more.” Construction began on a bridge to make the process of gathering outside resources easier. Then came a mighty roar from across the bridge. It seemed that across from the plateau things were not so peaceful and safe. A giant badger boar glared at the construction.
In time the badger left and Ebabim returned to work building the massive bridge across to the huge, red clay wall. The moment it was done the kobold camp set to work gathering clay and soon they were able to build a sleeping den before getting to building their dining hall. Ever watchful over the needs of the gods, Kalras set up totems honoring them next to the bridge.
Spring faded into summer and the building of the walls for the dining hall were nearly built. The entire tribe was dedicated to the building building up the clay as best as they could. Though it certainly wasn't the prettiest kobold building ever made, it would hold and be a buffer against the sun.
“Hunt soon,” suggested Mephistophelia as she worked at building mechanisms for traps, her own personal specialty. Brokenmind nodded at this with a frown on her face. “Hunt big,” she muttered with a shake of her head peering over the gap at the giant badgers still milling about, “Smaller hunt better.” Mephistophelia nodded at this and then offered a weak smile, “Smaller hunt better. No food worse.”
Yeah, she's really not exceptionally pleasant! We've got an interesting situation going on right now where there's a giant badger that I believe is stuck in the water (or too stupid to get out?) and I think it's preventing the animals from cycling through. There's going to need to be something done to try to fix that, but it'll certainly not be safe!
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Topic: Ebentijenta: Masterwork Kobold Community Camp (Be 'Bold!) (Read 12301 times)