1st week. (1st of turn 2)
6 weeks had passed since the scouts were send to explore the world around them. More than enough, so one would seem. Having the images of the surrounding land etched into their memory as if drawn right into their bodies with tiny scalpels, the Crystaldragonflies turned back towards their tribe, to inform them of their findings.
Meanwhile, the tribe was flourishing. The local wildlife was more than easy to hunt, and as such the tribe was stocked up on all ends. Flesh, bone, sinew, leather, everything was in abundance, all needs satisfied. From now on, hunt was no longer a nessecity, it was simply a hobby. Countless of bodies, often still alive, but twitching due to the arrow that pierced their spine were sacrificed to Nagarach...
2nd week.
((as the dragonflies this time did not spend their time searching, but actually went straight, they return around now))
Celsius stood in front of her prey, next to her two Kharmanathi were drooling all over it. They wanted to bite, to gnaw, to devour this raw flesh, drowning themselves in it's guts, like small children that dive into their birthday cake with their whole head at once. But they were silent...they had not been given the allowance yet. The price was female deer, which was felled with a single arrow. The arrow had entered right through the right eye, and pierced the skull in such a perfect angle that it exited through the left. A truely marvelous shot, she thought to herself, as she pondered what to do with this. Sacrifice it again ?
No, this one had another destiny.
With her spear, she began carving a 7 pointed star, the heptagram, into the frozen dirt of the forest. Chanting words in the tounge of the netherhells, she slid a small dagger over her perfect skin, shedding a few drops of blood over the corpse.
For a moment, there was perfect silence. The forest was frozen in time, as not a single soul dared to make a sound. Like a lightning bolt, a piercing shriek cut through the silence. A cry so painful, no pure mind would be able to hold itself against it, only finding relief in the blessing of insanity. The deer had sprung back to live, squirming and convulsiing in cramps. Blood spewed out of the wounds in it's eyes, soon also through it's nose and mouth, drowning the shriek of pain. It's whole body seemed to inflate, as if a tumor was growing inside it. A claw from inside pierced it's hide, as a perfectly white paw, untouched by the blood of it's "mother" made it's way into the worldy sphere. Soon it was follwed by a head, a skull as cruel as any, with green glowing eyes and theeth that could crush stone made it's way through. It let out a bark like the strike of a hammer impacting the anvil, and the deer finaly burst open completely. All it's organs were completely gone, so were it's flesh and blood. Only the skin, ripped to shreds, and the bones, broken and cracked open, remained.
Within the 7 pointed star stood a hellhound as big as a a calf, it's perfectly white fur frozen smooth and shiny. Protruding from it's joints were sharp thorns made of horn. A behemot of pure killing intent.
It let out a growl towards Celsius that would have been enough to put a pack of elephants into flight. Without any hesitation she punished it with a kick to the skull, cracking it and letting it's jaw point away in a weird direction.
"Don't you ever growl at me like that, lower servant. I am your master, and your task is to do my bidding."
She grasped the neck of the demon, in grip like steel. With the other hand, she moved it's jaw back into a normal position.
"Heal that wound. If by tomorrow your jaw isn't strong enough to crush a stone, I will dismiss you as a failure."
With a look of humilation, the kharmanath joined it's 2 brother at Celsius side, just as a child came running from the direction of the forest.
"Lady Celsius, the dragonflies are returning !"
3rd week.
For the past few days, the dragonflies were busy carving a map into a block of ice. As anticipated, this new world was full of interesting features, but out of all of them, only 4 caught the tribes immediate interest.
Far to the south, the demonic scouts had spotted sentinent live. A tribe of centaurs, in a way primitive, but well organised. appearantly, they were busy constructing a new village.
One of the elders stroke his chin in thought, and raised his voice.
"It appears that they come from an expanding civilisation. As we spotted them nowhere else, they must be coming from the south, this new outpost being their northern border. How do you suggest we react to them ?"
"We don't. We leave them alone. I don#t want to get in trouble before knowing what exactly awaits us."
"But what about this ?" Another elder poined at something a litte to the north of the outpost of the Ipetians.
"The gigantic ant-lion we spotted. A sacrifice of such dimension would deffinetly please our lord. It's still within reach of the eternal winter, though only at it's borders. It's probably still alive, seeing that it is buried into the ground, and has a huge body mass. If we act quickly we will not be spotted by these centaurs."
"I agree. This must be weighing easily 10 tons, and it's mandibles are a trophy that would please Nagarach a lot."
"I suggest we send 20 hunters. Killing it won't be the problem. But we need to pull it out of that pit. Give them enough rope and each of them a Kharmanath, they should manage."
One of the dragonflies raised it's clear, echoeing voice.
" I once again must stress you to travel to that black tower in the north east. I couldn't help it but feel....at peace when I was around there. Surely there will be something to discover."
"This whole tower seems dangerous to me. I don't think we should send someone, they would be in high danger.", voiced another elder.
Celsius, who had been listening boredly, laying on her side was now standing up, sitting next to the circle of elders around the map.
"I will go. I will take 4 of the best hunters with me."
For a short, the elders considered this proposal, and finaly approved.
"Fine. But while you are at it. Also check out this ghost town south to it on your way back. One of the dragonflies was lost there. I really want to know what happened to that city. According to the other scouts, it was entirely undamaged, but completely deserted"
Week 4-5
Two parties leave the tribe. 20 hunters left southwards, towards the pit of the giant ant-lion. They soon reach it.
((This can't be written until discussed with Armok))
Celsius, together with 4 very skilled hunters left westwards. They use the short passage at which the one river is in reach of the artifact to cross the resulting bridge of ice.
Week 6
Celsius group travels further. The other hunter party acts depending on the outcome of the antlion-hunt
((This can't be written untill it was discuseed with Armok))
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((Map changes are made directly into the main map))
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