The scout moves into the woods. Erithnarum expands, yet again.
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Events: Erithnarum expands into a town!
Projects:Re-education
"The Erithreaites try to re-learn long-lost skills"
Stone-molding:
"The art of growing minerals on one's skin into various objects"
Basic information 100% COMPLETE
Utilization:
Basic training 10%
Advanced training 0% SUSPENDED, Basic training needed
Magic of Svvako:
"Using the powers of Svvako to shatter earth and melt stone"
Basic information 100% COMPLETE
Utilization:
Basic training 10%
Advanced training 0% SUSPENDED, Basic training needed
Population: Erithnarum
91 Erithreaites
Total: 91 citizens
Characters:Machinatus the Hidden One: [Erithrean Hero] Worshipped by all his people as the living embodiment of purity and named after their god, this three-metres tall diamond-encrusted monstrosity is the brains (and brawn) behind the Erithrean movement.
Scintillates the Wisened: [Researcher] A particularly old and wise Erithreaite, he knows many secrets of the past, present and future of his race.
The scout was supposed to follow the edge of the mountain range. However, when he first saw the forest, he could not control his curiosity, and entered it.
There are no woods in the Deeps. The only plant life there is a peculiar type of oxygen-producing fungi, which thrives on the walls of the caverns, feeding off the little moisture it gets.
To the scout, the giant trees and the grass, bushes and flowers were no end of amazement, and he slowly walked around every tree and bush, carving what he understood onto the stone on his arm.
He stopped at one of the trees, a maple. Gathering all his force, he grapped it and broke it in half, to see whether there were new wonders inside. The plant broke surprisingly easily, he noted. Not suitable for building material.
To his disappointment, though, there was nothing interesting inside the tree.
A loud growl interrupted him. He turned around to see some sort of four-legged creature, covered in what seemed like fuzz. There were other similar creatures around it.
"Greetings. Who are you?" the scout said.
He received no response, the creatures just growled louder.
Some time later, the scout wiped the blood off his arms. He then took a sharp rock from the ground and cut off a piece of skin from one of the mangled corpses.
It would be studied back at Erithnarum.
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"Old man!" Machinatus boomed as he crashed into the cave.
"It's 'Scintillatos', sir." the inhabitant answered.
"Rumor is you know Secrets, old man."
"The rumors might be right, sir. It's Scintillatos, sir."
"I want you to teach us the Secrets. We will need them in the New-World.
Do this, and henceforth you will be called Scintillates the Wisened, by the power given to me by our Master, Machinatus the Hidden One."
The Old Erithrean was silent for some time. What Machinatus offered him was something many coveted for for their whole lives.
To be part of the prestigious -ates class, second only to the -atus.
After some thought, he raised himself from the cavern floor.
"I'll do my best, sir."
"Thank you, Wisened."
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Machinatus looked on the newcomers with a mixture of happiness and a overwhelming sadness.
On the other hand, it was always good to see some new faces, ones that weren't in the process of being torn off by shadow-wisps anyways,
but on the other hand, they couldn't accomodate much more people near the vent. He sent one of the newcomers back to tell the grim news.
He returned some hours later with heart-warming tidings. They had located another opening in the crust!
Any new people would swim up there and try to deal with whatever there was.
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"Today, younglings, you learn about Stone-Molding.
You see, as we all know, we grow the rock on our skin from what we eat."
"We do, sir?"
Silence.
"Please leave the classroom. Thank you.
Anyways, for the rest of you, the theory is that with careful mental training and focus, one can control how the rock on one's skin grows.
Observe."
Scintillates presented his left hand, which he had been keeping behind his back, to the classroom.
It was decorated with complex engravings and spikes.
"I have been growing this for some days. With time you, too, may learn to do something like this, only more practical.
The first lesson ends here. Think about this, and try a little at home. We'll gather again tomorrow. Shoo, go!"
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