Heh. The work adds up a bit when so many people want in
. Anyway, as a result of that I haven't proofread this, and a significant portion of it was done while I was quite tired, so be sure to let me know if something doesn't make sense.
Peoples of MastodonFood
The Coastal people find sticks among the trees, and use them to spear fish. They are able to sharpen them by rubbing them against sharp stones and shells, to kill the fish more easily. Only small fish often come near the shores, however, so fishermen must perch atop rocks for long periods of time to catch any fish. Still, the fish they catch are welcome, and provide sustenance when food is hard to come by.
The people of the foothills see the spears of the coast, and the hunters replicate them. They use heavier wood, and throw them after the beasts of the forest. The hunt is difficult, but meat is acquired as often as once a month, and the people are fed.
Some desire to thin out undesirable trees, and endeavor to do so. A rock can break a twig, and so stones are used to take down trees. Trial and error bears fruit, and sharper stones become used as hand adzes. It takes much back aching labor to fell a tree, but it is possible.
The mountainfolk trade their stones for food, though none are eager to give up their hard-won meat.
Crafts
The sea-folk find many shells, pink-lined and red-lined, and some which shimmer with the colors of the rainbow. The mountainfolk are willing to give mountain stones for them.
The people of the foothills find river stones, of diverse colors. These, along with the crystals of the mountainfolk, are incorporated into crafts of all sorts. They are chipped and worn into useful shapes, and polished to splendor.
A party comes from the Masked Tribe, hoping to trade. They also announce a festival, later in the year. Some of the young folk decide to go, not asking for permission, but the older folks would prefer a tribe-wide consensus.
The People of the Basilisk walk the lands. They collect plants, and bring them to their homes, and they develop names for all the plants, though they know of little use for most. However, the fibrous barks of some can be rolled to create long stringy twines. The value of this quickly becomes apparent - it can be wrapped around things to hold them together. Stones are tied to sticks, and they can stun even the largest of animals. The stones are hit against one and other, to give them an edge, but care must be taken that the twine can still find a purchase. The beasts are difficult to find, but they are useful - besides the meat, bones can be used instead of sticks, and fur is warm at night, though it starts to smell quickly.
The twine is also useful to bind sticks together to make shelter. Skins or leaves can be draped over a rude framework to keep rain away.
Some walk to the sea, though they find little of interest beyond some pink-tinged shells.
The people of the Basilisk develop a ritual: The seeds of plants which benefit them are strewn about in places that are useful to the plant. Perhaps this is out of thanks.
The people of the basilisk do well for food, finding fruit in addition to occasional meat. All of the people are able to eat most days. With this, the people have some leisure time, and play with twine, looking for new uses. A game is born: Catch-a-hog. The brave adolescents of the tribe try to bring down an animal alive, wrestling it and wrapping it in twine. This is dangerous, of course, and there is little benefit to it, so the elders frown on these shenanigans.
A party comes from the Masked Tribe, hoping to trade. They also announce a festival, later in the year. Some of the young folk decide to go, not asking for permission, but the older folks would prefer a tribe-wide consensus.
((Since your stuff is interacting with the other tribes, not all of it can really have a response yet. Sorry 'bout that.))
Masked parties go out to the different tribes, in search of anything they may have. They find stones and shells, and crafts of stone, among the Peoples of the Mastodon. The People of the Basilisk have a substance unlike anything seen elsewhere: Twine! The Children of Cha'Thuk have plentiful food. The Tribes of the Subtle Basin have live animals. The Oso have unusual fishes, which they offer for trade, but they also have strange shaped logs, which carry them atop water. The Klatchets have little of interest, and supplies are lost, presumably to rhesus monkeys, on the journey there. The Filawri have much meat, compared to other tribes. The Edtopians have nothing in excess, but are generally wealthy. One party did not come back. The Tel`lek Kom-ra have great fields of berry bushes to forage in.
The festival preparations are well under way, and talk of it has excited the young people of the far-flung tribes, at the very least.
The year is truly great. Food is plentiful, and so are births. The children expand, and they do so well. One of the young folks raises a wolf pup. The old folks grumble, and worry that it will turn on them, but it shows no sign of doing so, and over the course of the year, it grows into a healthy adult. It is loyal, and begins to accompany the warriors on the hunts, though it cannot throw a spear, and as such is of little use.
The spears have sharp stone heads wedged into their shafts, and as such pierce well, but they often lose their heads inside beasts, and require constant repairs.
At the end of the year, a decision is reached: The people will expand. They move into the new caves.
Some people are seen in the forest, but when approached, they fled. One of the young ones pursued for a while, but they were not caught.
A party comes around the mountains from the Masked Tribe, hoping to trade. They also announce a festival, later in the year. Some of the young folk decide to go, not asking for permission, but the older folks would prefer a tribe-wide consensus.
((My apologies regarding magic, there will never be a decision on it. I'm not undecided as to whether it shall exist. It's intentionally ambiguous. Your people can believe in it if you want, and it may or may not have some sort of effect.))
The people build great heaps of mut to live in, but by mixing in grass and twigs, the mud can hold a shape. The people form it into a dome, that people can stay within.
Hunters catch dear and goats. They take them back to the villages, but all they do is eat grass and flee. Most are slain for food quickly. Children unearth edible tubers, and people eat them. The women tend to the fish, though their weaved grass nets are only somewhat successful, theyoften pull apart when fish get caught in them, and so they require monitoring. The elders tend to those foodbearing plants that they have.
A party comes around the mountains from the Masked Tribe, hoping to trade. They also announce a festival, later in the year. Some of the young folk decide to go, not asking for permission, but the older folks would prefer a tribe-wide consensus.
The men go out in their fishing boats, and there is plenty to eat. The women gut and brew. The old folks make tools, and tend to their little bushes and trees.
A party walks the shores of the big land. When approached, they seem very surprised by the Oso boats, claiming to have never seen such things. Upon meating the Oso, they offer to trade. They also announce a festival, later in the year. Some of the young folk decide to go, not asking for permission, but the older folks would prefer a tribe-wide consensus.
Another small party is seen, but this one flees when approached.
((It's not a quantity issue here, but rather, a dynamism issue. What you're giving me is essentially status quo. It's good to know, but to give you something to deal with, I need something beyond that. What are your people striving for? What interesting thing happened?))
The young man who found the rather unusual substance is hording it. The lustrous orange material which he boils from stones is useful, but he is hidden away with it now. What he will do with it is anyone's guess.
Malrothe has journeyed long into the forest, and he has wrestled a stag to the ground. It is now within the village. Malrothe feels that the gods are satisfied, though he is less certain as to what he should do with the stag.
Some exploring parties come across a caravan. They pilfer what bits of food they can, unnoticed, but fall back, as the travelers are heading in the direction of the village. When they arrive, the say they come from the Masked Tribe, hoping to trade. They also announce a festival, later in the year. Some of the young folk decide to go, not asking for permission, but the older folks would prefer a tribe-wide consensus.
((I missed that the Ko'ormols weren't human on the first pass through. Let's say they are human, since their description doesn't really need to change for that, and everyone else is human, so it provides a more solid dynamic.))
The stoneworkers shape stone into scoops, and people carve out small hollows in the ground. Sticks, collected from the forest, are poked into the ground to make a windbreak. The ground is somewhat dry, though it gives in to mud a few inches down. There are smooth stones here and there.
Hunted animals are given a chance to show peace, though most flee. The Auroch, the greatest beast on the plains, shows aggression, but they pass in infrequent herds far from the village.
The forest is full of bushes, and the plains full of grasses. The bushes give many berries, and trees give some fruit, and much sap. The fruit and berries are taken to the camp, and eaten there. The seeds, on honor of Kaizuml, are thrown onto the mound of the biggest dugouts.
In searching for the cause of fallen trees, a beast is discovered. It is less than knee-height, and covered in coarse brown fur with a flat black tail. This unassuming creature, however, chews through the trees, so that they fall.
A small party of people and beasts is seen across the field, though when approached, they leave.
A party comes from the Masked Tribe, hoping to trade. They also announce a festival, later in the year. Some of the young folk decide to go, not asking for permission, but the older folks would prefer a tribe-wide consensus.
The women strive hard, getting homes up. They bring down tree branches, and weave them together. The elders stride about in the forest, hotly debating which plants are and are not edible, and gathering up those that are eventually deemed to be at least reasonably edible. The children fish, and are able to provide some food most days. The men spent all day out, hunting and digging pits for beasts to fall into. They find meat often, sometimes more than once in a week. The pits the men dug eventually have a result: A young boar in the hole. trash is thrown to it, until it grows larger, and then it is slain from above, harmlessly. The meat is that much better for risking no one.
A party comes around the lake from the Masked Tribe, hoping to trade. They also announce a festival, later in the year. Some of the young folk decide to go, not asking for permission, but the older folks would prefer a tribe-wide consensus.
Edited also for more stuff to do. (Does proactive not mean kind of anticipating? 
Damn my lacking skill in English .)
Sorry, it means like, going out and doing something. It's the opposite of just waiting for something to happen before you react to it. What you've given me now works well.
Two parties did not find anyone. One did not come back. Four others found primitive people, generally inferior to the Edtopians. There are grey people living in holes in the ground. There are cave dwellers with plenty of food. Some forest folks have a twine which they use to bind things, so that their homes and weapons don't break. There are a group of swarthy lakeside people who have a truly luxurious amount of meat - they were cooking an entire pig when the scouts saw them.
At the edge of the world, there are those who ride huts across the sea. The last met the Masked Tribe. The Masked tribe party was journeying in search of other people, and they offer trade. They also invite the Edtopians to a festival at the end of the year.
The herbalists, meanwhile, put bits of plants into the dogs. They stumble across a plant that causes the dogs to writhe on the ground, apparently in unbearable pain.
A pair of people withs dogs came. They try to run when spotted, but are quickly ran down and killed. They had dogs with them. One of them bit a warrior on the arm, and has ben killed. Another was taken alive though. The warrior who took it is unsure what to do with it, though he figures he'll probably kill it when he gets hungry.
Later, the Orthlok see a larger party on the horizon. These meet the Orthlok readily, offering trade, and inviting the Orthlok to come to a festival in their lands. They are killed and eaten, but the tribe is divided on whether or not to go.
The foragers bury some small berries from each collection. At first, nothing happens, but after some days, a few sprouts come up from the ground. They are young berry bushes. They do nothing yet, but soon they will bear fruit. The foragers are overjoyed.
The hunters, unsatisfied with bone as a tool, have taken to using sharp rocks. Hitting stone against stone, they are shaping the stones to be sharp and to get an easier angle for butchering. Getting stones into shape requires a lot of effort, but a stone lasts much longer than bone.
Some of the foragers have brought back ants. They are edible, and can be cooked over the fire on a flat rock, but gathering them is too much trouble for such small things - a berry is easier to catch, doesn't try to escape, and is bigger.
A party comes from the Masked Tribe, hoping to trade. They also announce a festival, later in the year. Some of the young folk decide to go, not asking for permission, but the older folks would prefer a tribe-wide consensus.
The old and the young forage. It is hard on them, but it is what they do. The furnace folks have fire. It is useful for warmth at night. Some suspect it can soften stone, but so far it has not done so perceptibly. The farmers dig trenches, to bring water out from the river. They poke seeds into the ground, and soon plants grow. The Weaponsmiths chip stone, to get edges and make axes. Some take the axes to fell trees. They pile the trees up to make buildings. Some go out to attempt to capture horses, but the horses run to fast. They can't be caught without some sort of planning. It doesn't stop the young folks from trying, though!
The military train with their weapons.
A party comes around the mountains from the Masked Tribe, hoping to trade. They also announce a festival, later in the year. Some of the young folk decide to go, not asking for permission, but the older folks would prefer a tribe-wide consensus.
Is this too structured? I compared this to the other people and it seems like I'm doing a lot more. I'm also assuming I have 25 children, 25 adults, 50 women and 50 men. If I'm wrong, just use them as percents.
No worries. However you want to present it works fine.
hey Cruxador, how do we contact you for surreptitious orders. I don't want my enemies to know I secretly poisoned their wells.
A PM should work fine.
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