Take a particularly chalky rock and sketch out a picture of the mountain and general area on the cave wall somewhere.
(1)After finding a rock you deem to be chalkier than the others, you make a little map of your surroundings.
...You blame the chalk. Too few colours.
Last winter the tribespeople suggested clothing. We already have good sheets for lying down, let's try to innovate a way to hold them in place while we're standing upright.
(6)Well you already have some clothing already, so you have a good general idea for how to make clothing, you're just not sure exactly how to weave the fibres. After making sure all the skins have already been used for clothing purposes, you begin making some proper fibre clothing. You quickly figure out that you're not going to be able to make clothing out of a single mat of fibre, as the knots and skill required to do such a thing are certainly beyond you. Instead, you make each piece of the clothing separately. The chest piece, the arm pieces, the leg pieces, all are made separately and then tied together to form nice, warm clothing that covers the entire body. It's not perfect at first, as you are unable to bend your arms and legs when you put the clothing on, but you solve that by making the leg and arm pieces two separate pieces that are tied together. You also add some fibre connected to the top of the clothing with a cleverly carved little rock. This allows someone to loosen the top of the clothing, get in, and then tighten it as much as they need to be comfortable.
It takes a while to make, but you're confident your people will like it.
We should probably find out whats scaring our people, then help the shamans with what their doing so they have time to teach us stuff.
(4)Speaking of your people, you've been getting a suspicious feeling that they're avoiding you. You have to admit, you can definitely see how people with less bravery than you might be intimidated by your boldness. Well, time to prove to your shamans that you aren't evil, maybe then they'll actually teach you something for once.
(4VS1)In the end, you are easily able to help them solve all the issues they claim to be plagued by and you find and opportunity to corner one of the shamans into teaching you for once.
"O-okay, I'll, I'll teach you about the spirits and shamans and uh, yeah. So, uh, you clearly already know everything about spirits, uh hehe, so I'll just uh, continue right on with the shamans. So, they're essentially the people who can see the spiritual through use of spirit plants and are accepted by the sp-"
"The spirits accept shamans who lie? The spirits sound foolish to me."
"W-w-well no, I uh, I mean to say that the spirits accept a chief and, since the chief then can appoint a shaman, shamans are basically uh, appointed by spirits!"
"Okay..."
"And um, if all the spirits accept the chief, that means he's destined for greatness! And uh, all the sp-"
"Do I look like an idiot to you?"
"N-n-no! I mea-"
You tear the stuttering shaman's wooden crown from his head. No good shaman should immediately resort to desperately placating his chief because he's too afraid - the only reason for his fear is that he must be one of the liars or the fools. You will not accept either in positions of power. Besides, you know someone far more fitting for the role.
A short while later, Ealrad officially becomes a shaman after his 14th year on this world. You are confident he will be a better shaman than any of his older, 'wiser' brethren.
but don't forget our mat-weaving duties.
(4)And of course you weave a couple new mats to replace some particularly ripped ones, as you're obligated to do.
...which by the way, gives us a fantastic idea for upgrading our rock-throwers! Imagine, hails of *thwip*-hurled thunder-fire violently obliterating all that stands in our way!
(1)4 men of your tribe just died trying this. Let's not continue doing it.
We might also want to uh, "create" a backup heir incase us and Ealred die horribly during an experiment.
(1)For some reason, no women are interested in you. You're beginning to get rather annoyed at the fact that most of your tribe seems to be avoiding you - do they even take you seriously? Are they all secret liars and fools? Perhaps you were too kind in allowing so many to leave - maybe you should just kill the next person who questions you.
(45)One day, someone disappears. They were last seen heading towards the hole deep in the cave.
What are you going to do? You swear the tribe has been ignoring you these past few moon-turns, even though it's now past mid-spring. Perhaps it's time to make an example out of someone?
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Topic: The History of a Tribe: Year 3 Summer (Turn 38): Glory, Controversy, Death (Read 31382 times)