Fuck yes salvation
Give up on a romantic relationship with the reaper try to learn the reapers way of speaking and teach him ours
[5] Shockingly, you do actually manage to instill him with a rudimentary understanding of your language, and learn a bit of his language as well.
"The sea... by the spirits, it has been so long."
Teach the younger fishermen of the sea.
In my time of recovery, reflect on those we have lost, including my children from so long ago.
[2] You have little to tell the younger fisherman of the sea. You explain that it is like a much larger lake that you cannot drink from and that is much more dangerous generally - they do not seem to know what a lake is, either.
[1] As your condition progressively worsens, and death draws closer, you think of all those you have lost, which are a great many people indeed, and wonder if there is not something you could have done differently to prevent the tragedy that has followed you throughout your existence. You suppose not, but you still wonder and regret to yourself.
Fuck yes salvation
Give up on a romantic relationship with the reaper try to learn the reapers way of speaking and teach him ours
Do same,I do need explain people what do now because now that give some look that don't like
You gain rudimentary skills at the use of the tribe's language. This is a great leap forward, you feel.
Tuktu looks for signs to see if the skulking tribe has followed us.
[3] You believe they may have backed off a tad, as you see little evidence of their presence, though perhaps there are signs you simply have not noticed, being more familiar with how they move in the plains.
"I'm glad that this is finally over and praise Hatika - he remained optimistic and adamant despite my close call to crumbling. Indeed, this is not the land I spoke of - it remained to the north of us, the flow of the river making it impossible to reach from our position. But, enough of this. I' Haphan, the proud scout of the tribe, will make sure to discover the painted natives and their plans on us!
Investigate the origins of strange child-stealing natives.
[1] Intrigued by the origins of the skulking tribe, you seek the place that they come from, only to discover a party of them some distance away from the tribe's new place of residence - the trouble is, they notice you as well, and shoot many arrows at you.
[3] You are quite terribly wounded by their attack, though not enough to be dead for sure.
[5] Immediately, though, the party of tribesmen decide that perhaps you may serve some use yet, and elect to capture your bleeding body - after wrapping you in leaves and cords, they take you away, carrying you into the plains. You feel this could have gone much better.
Gather some water and try to make a tent.
[6] You gather as much water as you can - there is a theoretically infinite amount of it, after all, given that you are at a river delta.
[4] And as the discoverer of this wondrous land, you also allow yourself the honor of building the first tent here - it is not the most impressive tent, but it is the first, and you do not let anyone forget it.
First, look at the berries that I have put in the ground
[4] They remain safely below ground, preserved nicely.
CONTINUE GOING DOWN-RIVER, LIVING OFF THE LAND AS BEST AS I AM ABLE
FASHION FISH-HOOKS OUT OF WOOD OR BONE, STRING THEM FROM THE BACK OF THE RAFT AS IT GOES DOWNSTREAM
TEND TO FISHING LINES EVERY SO OFTEN, OTHERWISE JUST LIE BACK, RELAX, MAKE SURE THE RAFT DOESN'T CRASH INTO ANYTHING, WATCH THE SCENERY AND COMPOSE A GOOD TRIBAL POEM/SONG ABOUT MY CURRENT PREDICAMENT
SING IT TO THE SKY AND THE RIVER LEST THEY FIND ME A BORING GUEST AND TRY TO HARM ME
[1] Your raft, after several days of traveling, strikes a rock of some kind and sinks in the slow river, known well for its treachery by all but you, it seems.
[1] You, unfortunately, sink along with it, and your body lingers in the river for but a short while before the fish strip it of flesh, and chew the bone to dust.
Anyways, hunt and see what the local animals are.
[2] The local animals are plentiful in the first few days of hunting, but then they seem to abruptly disappear, as if your presence has removed them all from the area by some supernatural means - you begin to suspect the intervention of spirits.
"So much waste.... imagine what we could've learned from those people, what we could've gained. I guess it's too late now."
Kutuk tries to save the lives of any wounded tribesmen.
[3] You do your best to keep Elto alive, but you are beginning to lose hope in his recovery - he weakens slowly but surely under your care, and you find it likely that his remaining days number under ten.
Search for tribe area. If not, survive off the land
[3] You survive off the land, but are very cognizant that the way back shall be very long. Especially now that you may have lost the way - you hope that you can find the tribe once more, but before you leave the badlands, you will probably not know. And that may indeed be a long way off.
Recruit some youngsters to help me dig small channels in a grid connected to the river for future farmland.
[5] Fortunately, the youngsters are quite eager to help once you explain the point of this, and begin work on digging small channels along the branching paths of the river. The work will take a long time to do, but this is a decent start.
once I have finished with the language learning and teaching use my feminine wiles to convince more youngsters to help conrak
[5] Once you begin to campaign for people to help Conrak overcome his troubles with drinking, you find that a lot of tribesmen seem willing to help, and together bring the tool crafter out of his downward spiral. First things first, he is isolated from drink, and the tribe solemnly swears to not let him have any more alcohol as long as he lives - you suspect this will help nicely.
Chantututu throws a party! He passes out alcohol to all members of the tribe and encourages them to dance and rejoice. They need it.
[6] Under your guidance, everybody except Conrak gets to participate in a special occasion of sorts, where you as a tribe celebrate your actual true salvation - the celebration is grand indeed, and virtually everybody partakes of drink at some point.
But that very morning, the tribe awaken to find two more children missing without a trace. This greatly taints the celebration, naturally. And while Lanku maintains that proper celebration of things is the way of all people, you cannot help but blame yourself a little.
Convince tribe alcohol is meant for special occasions, not everyday drinking.
[4] The tribe agrees, and swear off drinking on most days, especially in light of the recent disappearances of children, which overindulgence is blamed for.
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