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[King_of_the_weasels]

Jilganheim watched the god ape leave, "I am not your brother" the figure spoke before fading away. He didn't know these beasts like he did, they were corrupt, they enslaved, and they would simply enslave the Bear Clan as well.  He wouldn't allow that.  He made is way south into the hills, were he came upon a small Bear Clan village.  With his hood up he sat with a group of wind-riders around a great roaring fire.  They were trading humorous stories.
"and then she said, if you were as good with your spear as you were with your tool, we'd probably be able to feed all of our children!" said one of the wind-riders. He was met with many laughs, and a few groans, "Ha ha ha, alright alright, your turn friend." Said the same wind-rider to the hooded figure.
"Me?" spoke the figure.
"Yes, Yes of course, you must tell a story to the fire, and it will keep it fed, as long as there are men around it."
"Hm.. fine.. have you heard of Jilganheim?" asked the hooded man.
"You mean the rat from the slave tribes?  I heard one tale from a runaway once, and how he freed the slaver Aford."
"Slaver? No Aford was a slave, like the others, he was being punished for killing the slaver's son." the hooded figure spoke softly, "Also he was a weasel, not a rat!"
"Fine fine, just tell your story friend."
"This story is about Jilganheim and the Bear clan.  The bear clan had grown content, they lived freely, but their god grew angry at their arrogance.  He gave and gave, and they took and took. Then one day, the god met with Jilganheim in the woods of the weasel clan.  He had grown displeased with their insolence, and how they didn't worship him.  He told Jilganheim how he wanted the slavers to capture the bear clan and punish them.  But Jilganheim had no claim to the slavers, he had disowned them as evil and cruel, as they viewed even himself as such.  The god grew angry and shook the earth, but Jilganheim stood against him, claiming he will stop his great plans by helping the Bear clan free their wind-rider brothers from slavery, and live in peace, instead of in chains.  Dolrael claimed he wanted to protect everyone from the southern wind-riders, though his plan was to have tyrannical control, to choose who you loved, and who you were.  He would force you to worship him, allowing him to grow even more powerful as you lived in filth." the figure was interrupted.
"This never happened what are you going on about?" asked one of the wind-riders.
"Your right, it hasn't happened.  Yet." The figure removed his hood, the wind-riders gasped as they reeled back in terror at the sight of the void.
"Y.. Your face, what happened to you, friend?" asked the first wind-rider.
"Oh.. I should explain." The figure pointed at his 'face' , "This... is what Jilganheim looks like." and with that the figure vanished.  His voiced echoed out from the beyond, "Heh heh heh, also, thanks for the joke.  Good with your spear as you are with your tool, PHHhahahaHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Ha.. hahahaa Classic."

Jilganheim spreads the seeds of doubt(about Dolrael protecting them) among Dolrael's old followers, while making himself known.  His intentions being that the weasel clan be dissolved, instead of the bear clan being absorbed by it.

[Shootandrun]

A few days after Dolrael's meeting with Jilganheim, the god of Earth wandered into the lands of the Spider clan. There he did not find the being that he was searching, but he did see signs that showed that another god was active in this territory. In his search, he eventually visited the ethereal plane, where he recognized the power of the one he was looking for. When he thought that the other was near, he spoke.

"Brother, master of magic! I know you are near. I am Dolrael, god of the Earth. Come, I wish to talk."

[Ardas]

A rather small figure, clad in blue /purple robe and with spider webs all over it appeared and approached. A face of a wizened man, witth a rather long beard, also covered in webs, turned towards the god of Eartth and smiled.

"Ah, welcome. Welcome in my domicile. Forgive me for my rough looks, but I do not receive visitors often". He smiled gently. "You say that you wish to talk. Whether you have need for a friendly chit-chat or if you are looking for my help, I am listening."

[Shootandrun]

Dolrael himself had no specific form in that plane. Something looking vaguely like a bear was facing the other god, but when it spoke his voice was not like any creature's.

"I have a come to seek your advice, Brother. I do not know your name, but I have felt that you have powers related to magic - in the Earth, the leylines all have something similar to your energy. There is something going on in the south of the continent where the Windriders live. Hundreds of creatures have died, and their bodies have returned to the Earth... But I have felt that the creatures who were killed were not all windriders. Something dark has been created in these lands, something that could doom the creatures that worship us. I wanted to know if you knew more about this danger than I did."

[Ardas]

Not really, I keep to my affairs most of the time. Why, are you troubled? Do you see danger in the south?

[Shootandrun]

"I fear for my people, Brother. I fear for the Windriders who worship us and make sure that we exist. Many died in the South. Some, because of a war between mortals, but some because of darker powers. The only thing keeping the peoples of the south from expanding towards the north is.... Hills. While they slow down all travels, they will not suffice if the... Power in the south was to overpower the Windriders who live there. I was thinking about making an... Alliance. Together, we can protect our worshippers more effectively than if we work alone."

[Ardas]

"Fair enough. You seem to be very protective of the bunch of mortals that gave us sentience. Sentience! but not the essence. So be careful how you spend it. I myself am more interested in breaking out amd manifesting myself freely in the physical plane, as the power limitations are annoying and block me form the material plane. But yes, I will help you. If your fears are right, protecting our only anchor to the realm of the physical is an important thing."

[Shootandrun]

"I am glad to have made an agreement with you, Brother. For now, we will not need to make any actions against the South, I think. But if the dark Power in the south rises and tries to invade the North, then I will know that I will be able to count on your help. Goodbye, brother."

Dolrael started to return to the physical realm, where he spent most of his time. Before leaving, he decided to say one last thing.

"Be wary of the God called Jilganheim. He is chaotic, perhaps too much for his own good."

[vagel7]

Imber was very angry on how the Shark clan was treated, his people should be free and so he decided to lead them away from here. He knew where to take them too, to the north was the Mole clan, strong in masonry, but weak militarily. They would be good targets, especially after converting them.
Appearing before his people he spoke in voice as thunder. "My people, the shark clan, I am your god, Imber. You have been opressed, made to pay tribute and you are quickly forgetting who you are. The vile and wretched Marshfolk have made you pay tribute and pray to their god of war, the time of that is over!! Going north you will save the people and gain your independence, the time to fight for your freedom is now!! Your children and their children will thank you for what you will do by invading and conquering those lowly moles! FIGHT FOR THE PEOPLE, FIGHT FOR YOUR FREEDOM!"
Finishing the speech the instructed the Shark clan to learn metalcrafting from the Marshfolk. Seeing as how they would need to be strong militarily he taught them discipline and tactics, organization is key in battle. Thus he generated the warrior class and although every tribesman would know how to fight in battle, the warrior class had one task only, to fight for their people.
Lastly he ordered the clan for every tribesman to have many children, as they would be needed in the invasion.
After the invasion they would need to hardly work in converting the Mole clan for their people with regular sacrifices of non-believers.

Imber gives a speech and orders all of his people to move to the north and invade and conquer the Mole clan. Teaching better military discipline and tactics he creates the warrior class. Lastly he orders his people to make lots of children and instructs them that after invading the mole clan they have to work hard to convert them to the religion of the sea god and regularly sacrifice non-believers to Imber. Every man would be trained to fight in battle. Almost every man will fight against the Mole clan.

[10ebbor10]

It was in those days that Aeolos descended from the skies in mortal form to lead the Falcon tribe. The world had recently become a more dangerous place, with monstrosities claiming the forest of the south and the instability of the earth and some of the clan in the West. The Dwarf and Lizard clans were peaceful for now, but it wouldn't be long before the dwarf clan would start to fight against their enslavers or the Lizard clan would claim their unrightfully given grounds. The situation in the West would soon devolve into war and chaos and it was only a matter of time before either the Raven wall was breached or the monstrosities escaped, either by land or by sea.

Aeolos used this knowledge, and some simple tricks (like predicting next day’s weather, etc.) to convince the tribe leaders that he should be allowed into the elder council. He travelled much between the two tribes and it within a few years; he had managed to be recognized as a leader by both of them. Under his rule the social structure of the tribe changed and both tribes were more or less united. Some of the enslaved Etyuki were put to better use. The learned slaves were used for their ability to write, and were therefore highly respected. The Etyuki brought valuable contributions to the forming of the government and changes in the tribe’s social structure. Small amounts of processed Coreolium are traded away to the Tokzuko , but this trade is heavily regulated and the traded amounts are only useful as curiosities.

He also made changes to the way the slaves were captured. First, an envoy/preacher would land, preaching of the riches of the Falcon clans lands and the many opportunities there. People brought to the Falcon clan this way didn't count as real slaves, and were in fact respected citizens. If the envoys failed to attract enough people, the village would be attacked somewhere in the next few months, and people would be taken by force to serve as Coreolium sifters. Criminals, who are a danger for the tribe, await the same fate, though they still have the possibility of freedom.

On the top stood Aeolos, under him the leaders of the two halves of the tribe, each assisted by their respective council of elders. In times of chaos/war or other disasters, the councils could appoint one leader for both tribes. These Councils were composed of the wise and old men of the tribe (storytellers, priests,etc) and assisted by the scribes, which were mostly integrated Etyuki slaves. The other people were divided in three groups: the Coreolium sifters, who risked their lives to gather this unique substance(this includes the Etyuki that went of their own accord) , the hunters and gatherers who supplied the tribe with food and the lowest group, entirely composed of criminals and slaves without rights, who had to gather Coreolium in the most dangerous parts of the storm until the village elders considered their debt to the tribe repaid.(Debt depended on the nature of the crime. If you're a useless, resisting slave there's no escape.)
 After fifty years, Aeolos returned to the sky from where he once came.

Aeolos spreads the following technologies to the falcon clan:
- Trade (Lizard clan)
- Writing (mostly done by slaves(etyuki))
-Oligarchy(Etyuki)
He incarnates and leads to the falcon tribe, making drastic changes to the social structure and governments of both halves. He makes some changes in the way slaves are acquired (shift towards some sort of aggressive conversion)

[Ghazkull]

Dortak had become old, yet he was still the leader of his people. Although age had dimmed some of his senses he was immediately aware of a being approaching his hut. He or she wasn't giving much on silence as it was walking towards his hut. The loud smacks of the ground told him that the being was propably rather heavy, or not used to the swamps. Finally the steps came to a halt, in his mind he measured something about 10 steps in front of his doorstep. Slowly he stood up from his bed and grabbed his copper axe before opening the door. What he saw was not what he expected: a lone figure in a black cloak, but that was not the peculiar thing about it, it had a beak protuding from under the darkness of the cloak. His eyes widened as a single croak echoed from it. The feel on his spine, the silence around him. It must be Utran'Vitran.

The Crow....it has returned...

Several of his Tribesmen had opened their doors aswell, having heard the rather loud croak and the mutterings of their Chieftain. But as they saw the figure, they suddenly felt an urge to close the door and go to bed...very quick. Meanwhile Dortak continued to stare at the presumed god in front of him and suddenly something began to stare back. From the depths of the hood two ice blue crystals seemed to stare at him, cold, unmoving and somehow painful. Suddenly something began to force it's way into his mind, Dortak began to scream. And a familiar thing carressed....no pierced his mind and begin to flood it but this time there were no pictures, at least at the beginning...

Dortak, you have done well, your people have established dominance over the Shark Clan...

the voice was cold, not as cold as ice, but rather an emotional cold, that kind of unnatural cold that sent shivers down your spine and make your revulse in disgust.

...but your job is not done. You are living in the swamps like bandits that are scared from getting caught. You dwell in huts like low beasts and the few bits of copper you find are not even nearly enough to do what i have in mind for you and your people. The next time you collect tribute from the Shark Clan, offer some of the Tribes not to pay in food but to pay in work. They shall build mines for you and towers and walls. And in exchange you promise protection. From other raiders...do this and i am pleased and your people will prosper. But do not forget when all this is done to order a place of worship built for me...

the voice faded and instead picture flooded his mind again, but this time it wasn't as horrible as before...

Utran'Vitran teaches the Marshfolk, Mining and Masonry and tells them that the next time they collect tribute from the Shark Clan, that they should allow them to do compulsory service instead of paying with food...

[King_of_the_weasels]

A cackle over came the silence, "Isn't that sweet, the decrepit and the mutt working together. Hehehe."  A figure appeared on top of a great oak, nothing but a silhouette against one of the moons.  "So there are more of us... interesting.  Well no.. not really.  Kinda disappointing actually, here I thought I was special."  The figure feigned distress, "Oh woe is me... but that's besides the point.  I have a bone to pick with you two, oh.. sorry I really should watch my words around the hound." the figure clutched at his stomach as he laughed, "Hahahahahahaaaaahahaha", before falling backwards towards the ground.

The figure appeared opposite of the tree, floating in the air with his legs crossed, "Don't worry about me, There's nothing wrong with me, I'm fine." The figure snirked, "Well, were not here about me, then again I'm sure you knew that.  I'm here because one of you, or perhaps both, or perhaps no one is scaring poor little Dorael into making very very very very bad decisions, and as his... friend... I believe that we should talk him out of his crusade... or kill him, which ever comes first." 

[thatkid]

Promidalchus paused, the Raven Court fluttering to land in the dead branches surrounding the camp once more. He listened to the newcomer speak, and then continued to walk once more. "So long as he does not disrupt the natural way of things, I care not for your friend's actions. I know not who you are, nor do I know who this Dolrael is."

[King_of_the_weasels]

"OH, but he is friend, he is... as far as I see it."  the figure floated along side the wanderer, "He wishes to help the weasel clan, slavers.  Their rulers grow fat and weak though their power only increases, while the rest of them work and toil, growing stronger, yet remain powerless, broken."  The figure strafed in front of the wanderer, blocking his path as best he could. "They aren't so much men as they are beast of burden, and he wishes to use them to take control of his old clan as punishment for their hubris.  But he won't stop there, oh.. no no no no no no... the numbers will swell and they will come for your lands.  The barbarians of these lands may fight well and without fear, but they stand no chance against an unlimited army run by men who value no one's lives but their own.  If you will not help me, at least take heed." The figure stepped to the side allowing the wanderer free passage, "What does the hound have to say?"

[thatkid]

"If they seek to play the predator, then this is the way of things. Though they may sooner find that they are the prey, when dealing with those I have chosen to watch. Should this Dolrael violate the order of the world, I shall care. Until then, it matters not." Promidalchus replied, disappearing into the trees, leaving the Raven Court among the ruined village.