Walk up to the tribesman in charge, and point to my feet, then points back at me as a whole. I want my boots back. If they give them back, get back to work. If they refuse to comply, then stand around being useless.
The dancing man gets you your boots back, and also brings over the tribesmen who stole your boots to help "motivate" you into working. Caught between a rock and a hard place, you realize there's nothing to it, and engage in some slashing and burning.
[4] It goes rather well with this many people doing the work, even if the painted overseers are a bit overzealous in depriving you of your regular breaks, and soon another island is successfully burned and cleared, which the overseer woman seems to be delighted to watch. She then seems to insist that the land be plowed, which she sets you to work doing.
[1] This goes rather poorly without any plows, which seem to have been appropriated by other tribesmen. And as you fail, the painted overseers start to get a bit zealous in the whole overseeing business, starting to poke you more urgently before progressing to full-on beatings for some of the poorest workers, which leaves them unable to work further. Eventually the overseer woman stops the proceedings and has the painted overseers escort you back to your encampment while things are figured out.
Wait till night and find my mugger. Have deadly intentions.
[4] You find the man you paid to beat you up at night, seeking to exact revenge.
[4] You then beat him up similarly to how he beat you up, ecstatic that you do seem to have learned something from this experience, and obtain a refund on your stuff. As you leave, the man nods appreciatively at you, realizing that he can teach you nothing more.
ask my daughter what she thinks of apollo
[2] She doesn't know who that is, unfortunately. At least not personally.
Chantutututu decides that the foreigners will be made slaves. It is, clearly, only natural that these newcomers dedicate their life to the tribe since the tribe has spared them the fate of all other din-nehru, Chantutututu thinks while rubbing the lumps on his head, dancing in place, and drooling affably.
Happy slaves are the best slaves! As slavemaster friend to the din-nehru, give them their boots back (after getting them from the holy warriors that took them by explaining that slaves need boots to work) and then encourage the din-nehru to get to work burning more land.
[6] You manage to convince the holy warriors to return the boots to the din-nehru, and they offer further services in helping to menace the creatures into complying with whatever other requests you may have, deferring to your authority almost completely. With these twin motivators, the din-nehru are pushed into hard labor almost immediately.
[4] And they manage to burn another uninhabited island nicely, and even clear it, making Lanku very happy indeed, at which point she declares that the land be dug up and the ash mixed in with the earth, as per instructions gleaned from the din-nehru.
[1] The plowing, however, goes rather poorly, given that there are no plows, which have all been stolen by enterprising tribespeople before you and hidden away. Several of the din-nehru are beaten by the holy warriors, and you have to step in so that they don't kill anyone, though the whole experience does leave the din-nehru in an abused and frustrated state.
Do it! Be the first of riders!
[3] You approach the horse cautiously, not really spooking it, although it does seem a little defensive when it notices you. You know that it's time to do or die now.
[2] You leap toward the horse, seeking to ride it away gloriously, but it runs away from you, being much faster in many ways than you could ever hope to be. Hm. Maybe there's more horses you could find?
Build a device for easily digging holes for planting by attaching a heavy wooden triangle to a strong man which he would pull making a trench.
[1] You would make such a device, but people have been keeping you away from sharp objects forcefully ever since that incident with an adze two years ago. You wonder if that remark about your daftness might not have been a tad founded. Besides, Lanku already knows what a plow is, as you discover as you pester her with your idea. The din-nehru had some, though they're stolen now.
Set up camp here, about .5 km inland. Start trying to grow plants, and make some bows for hunting.
[1] You really have no idea how farming works, there's no real plants you recognize around here, and the wood is... substandard at best. Animals also seem to avoid this area for some reason, and you're not sure why exactly. Thing is, this is about the worst place for a campsite you have ever chosen, it seems, and your crew agrees.
Ew, yuck. Mere mortals have no place near me. Train the rabbits to help me avoid the golddiggers and to help find valuables.
[1] The rabbits bite you repeatedly and intensely as you attempt to train them - fierce they may be, but it is you who is their obvious enemy - and a good deal escape when you set them outside to look for valuables, leaving you with slightly less than half your stock to work with.
I must scout a possible threat, then return to my tribe with important information.
[1] As you scout the threat for the next two weeks, you fall into one of the din-nehru pit traps placed in the area. A full day passes before somebody comes over to check on it.
[4] It is one of the hostile din-nehru again, you recognize her. She points a spear at you, her gaze demanding your surrender and relinquishment of your tools.
Bury those who have fallen, and continue looking for fertile land, or a new tribe to band with
[6] You travel for weeks upon weeks, many among your number dying from lack of water and exhaustion as you push onward - you leave a trail of unmarked graves in your wake. But eventually you do find something - the valley of a river, lush with life amidst the desert of death. A few of the survivors begin crying hysterically at the sight - the men, mostly - and together you replenish your supplies of food and water.
There are slightly over twenty of you left. You are not sure if that can make a full tribe. But perhaps across several generations you can become mighty once more.
Be fisher tribe representative to the 3 tribe union. reveal that I have discovered that the former chief of the fisher tribe had attempted peace with the head's warparty, but the heads just wanted the women and children. So the late chief of course refused to accept it. Because of this, logically he would of made peace with the gulls and the spears either way.
[2] There is no Fisher Tribe representative in the Two Tribe Union. The Fisher Tribe has agreed to freely assimilate into the Spears and Gulls to prevent tensions, since both of these tribes have shown themselves to be fair and pleasant to them. And nobody really cares about what you, Oklos, one of the two remaining men of the former Fisher Tribe, now a member of the Gulls, have to say about the Heads, who have already left the union for what is basically a month now. Let bygones be bygones, as the proverbs go.
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