I think the remnants of the Fisher Tribe stole the captives. We bothered to take captives anyway, so some may live now, and that explains the lack of struggle. I propose a death squad be made, and sent to crush the Fisher Tribe from existence. Since I was a former Head before I became spokesman, and it was my idea of allowing to join was what caused the Union to nearly break, I will join, and hopefully kill the chief that caused us to nearly splinter
[5] They figure this sounds reasonable, and you are provided with a war party that you lead out to the ruins of the Fisher Tribe's village over the next few weeks. You do, however, have to wonder where they could have gone from here.
haphan I feel would be a poor choice to much of a wandering spirit oh I just had an idea
suggest we intruduce a system wherein every year we reevaluate who to make chief not only does it allow for new candidates to become chief before the old one dies but it will force the chief to act in the best intrests of the tribe or the people will choose a difrent chief next year
[3] They think it's not a bad idea to be able to vote a chief out, but they are on the fence about the idea of voting every few years on new chiefs, since that seems very counterintuitive. The whole point of electing chiefs in the first place is that people don't need to vote, or concern themselves with more important matters than infighting and similar foolishness.
Oh fine.
I am Amitola Yurok,daughter of Hatika and fierce huntress!
Hunt some of the local creatures.
[5] You are indeed a fierce huntress, and right now happen to have overtaken Kurgle in terms of meat brought in, since he mostly busies himself with boats these days. Not that you feel the need to brag. The facts are quite evident already, and people do seem to respect you for your devotion to your work, especially now that animals have returned to the woods.
Oh well. Plant more plant heads.
[1] You eventually lose all of your current growing plants after you vainly plant them in the grass. Lanku seems less than impressed with your abilities at this point, and suggests that perhaps you need to reevaluate your current strategy somehow.
Look after spiritual well-being of tribe members.
[1] They seem quite unwell spiritually, in that they do not seem to care one bit for your spiritual babble. They seemed to much prefer you when you had practical advice to offer instead.
Try one last time to amass support as chief. If it fails, Chantututututu gives his support to Tuktu, since he has similar ideas about interacting with other tribes, and more importantly ends his name in the same way. He applies as one of Tuktu's advisors.
[2] With almost the entire tribe supporting Tuktu, you figure you should as well. He seems like the best man to enact policies of xenophobia and imperialism aside from you, you have to admit, and you sound distantly related to him. Not as much as Kutuk does, mind you, but you take what you can get. And thus the race to chiefhood ends, with Lanku being slightly disappointed at this failure.
[6] You do get a wonderful position as his adviser, or at least as the chief's idiot rather than the more general tribe idiot - nobody really sees the difference aside from you, and you suspect it is exactly this that made the last-ditch power grab so simple.
Start experimenting in other ways to get food.
[6] You realize that there is a wealth of food to be found in the woods in the form of grubs, beetles, earthworms and more, and in the grassier areas one can find many grasshoppers and such to feast upon. These, you believe, will form a very nice supplement to the fish, and you realize that anyone can gather them under any circumstances, which is very useful indeed.
Teach the other fisherman of sharks and whales and their many merits.
[5] You explain to them the mysteries of the whale and the difficulties of hunting one and carrying one around, and the immense trouble one has with sharks that feast upon a great many things in the water, including the whales if you have killed them. The sharks, you explain, have the roughest skin of any animal you know, and they never lose their teeth for long. They are predatory and possibly threatening if one is not careful. The other fishermen listen eagerly, for they have never heard of such things, and your stories are filled with a whole lot of detail - they did take place in your youth, after all, which are the days you remember most fondly in your life, and have kept always in mind.
((How many people can my boat fit? If about ten, then)) bring as many people as I can on a trip down the coast. ((If not, then))build a large paddle powered longboat.
[2] You begin building a larger boat, but the lack of aid hampers your efforts. You do believe you need to recruit some helpers right away, or you may never actually realize your seafaring ambitions.
((Tuktu for Chief! And now I have a vision of him being chief and turning into the Alexander the Great of this world, uniting all other tribes under his banner. Also, the wind spirit thing would be great to play up if I was lucky enough to have strong winds blow whenever Tuktu is angry.))
"One year is not long enough. A new chief every year would cause too much conflict if their ideas clash with the previous chief. If chiefhood is not for life, then I propose each chief hold their position for at least four years, so that their efforts might bear fruit."
Go check out those bronze weapons we looted, if we still have any. Continue garnering support for being lifetime chief.
[1] The bronze weapons have been carefully secreted away by whoever may have appropriated them in the first place - it seems that most of the tribe has begun to ascribe some greater significance to these objects, perhaps even idolize them - nobody wishes to reveal where they have gone, and you get the feeling nobody in the tribe wants to point fingers at any suspects, either.
[4] Meanwhile, the tribe agrees that you probably should be chief for as long as you like or as long as the tribe can bear, should your rule prove unjust somehow during the passage of time.
Excited that the old man understood my drawings, I decide to draw us a small distance away, with an arrow directing us to civilization. This may work.
[6] You draw an arrow on the floor pointing north, and make sure to pictographically connect it to the drawings of civilization and the idea that you should go there. The old man seems massively excited by this, and gets up from his seated position immediately.
Continue trekking towards the Homeland.
[3] You move along to nicer, cooler climes, where the forest is less thick and the rains less frequent. Here you feel much more at home after two months of northward travel, but you know there is still a long way to go. You wonder why you could not hire a boat to take you this way, really. It would have been so much simpler.
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