Three days have passed since the landing. For some, the weeping has not ended. Others seem to travel from place to place without purpose, as though their spirits have abandoned their bodies. Still more fight and argue over what should be done next. Worst of all, many curse the gods for this tragedy.
The Wanderers and Trutherseekers curse the Battleborn for dragging them to what they believe is their just punishment. The Battleborn spit back, blaming the others for being too weak to fight the damned Empire. The three clans, within and without, are decaying of strife and hatred...
But a select few have assembled, those with greater vision, strength, determination... those who wish to preserve this clan. The new Clan Ring, forged of necessity from the remains of the shattered rings of all three clans. Milo Kaliss, the only surviving Khan... or the only one with a connection. He was the untrained heir to the Truthseeker's Clan. But since all three Khans, and their heirs, died on the long voyage to this foreign land, he is the only one with any scrap of legitimacy. It is agreed, begrudgingly by some, that he must be the Khan. If only to restore some normalcy, some sanity to the survivors. He is weak, but his Lesser Khan, Dula Goldcarp, has shown much inner strength. Hopefully, she can use her experience to forge Milo into a respectable leader.
And the others: Masters of their trades. They would need to use all resources at their disposal to calm the instability and return their new Great Clan to strength.
The Ring Assembles...
LESSER KHAN, Dula Goldcarp: "It goes without saying that we are in dire straits... And so there will be no ring forging ceremony. We need to act immediately, reign in those who would bring further chaos to our clan, and give hope to those who have lost their ways. Those of you who wish to represent your aspects must wait. First, we must decide on how to handle three looming disasters.
"One: The stars above, as you might have observed, are different than those which we are accustomed. This has hampered the powers of both our god-talkers and our magicians. While they are hard at work interpreting these new and unfamiliar constellations, they ask the ring to donate a
large sum of wealth to speed the process along. Specifically, they wish to sacrifice a large portion of the weapons our benefactors left us with, to show the gods that we still rely on them above our own power at arms.
"Two: We have remained immobile for three days, and without strong magic to supplicate our food supplies, our hunters and gatherers struggle to feed the massive clan. The fruits, nuts, and game of this area are unfamiliar, so they take particular care so as not to endanger anyone. We can begin our journey now, but many are injured or unwilling to leave. So we can either
force the clan to pack up or order the hunters and gatherers to be less cautious."Three: Our foxes have shown an intolerance to this new land that perplexes their handlers. They grow lethargic, refuse to eat or hunt. They are slowly dying. As our sacred animal companions, this has alarmed a great many clanfolk. The godi of Cauda have asked
a fair portion of any sort of wealth we care to spare to divine the cause of this curse. I suggest 250 cattle, though that would damage their population for quite a time. The godi admitted they are not confident in this divination, but can think of no other course of action."
Reports from your respective bevy's are pending...