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As usual, sitting under the shade of the Pavilion, enjoying a bowl of rice with meat, Jalakaag converses with his friend. “I like the process of catching fish better than setting snares, especially if we get into an area that is more sandy and less muddy. I really am tired of being covered in...

Cycle: 498: Day: 83. Season: Stasis. Sorry for the delay. I did not receive the notifications of other posts. Though Jaguar Mahoao is more familiar with the task, Whisper seems to be slightly more effective, but both young men are able to restore themselves to full wellness in a matter of...

Cycle: 502, Day: 241, Season: Shiftings The Shiftings Season, as with all other seasons, is more significant to its name in the more northern regions of the landmass. This far to the South, the winds change in their dominant direction, bringing a very slight chance of light rain but also a...

Speaking with his best friend, Jalakaag shrugged his shoulders. “Well my initial idea did not bring us much of a change. I think that we can always gather the Welcome Crabs, so maybe we should see what we can find closer to the ocean. You think that you can make a harpoon? Maybe we can use that...

Cycle: 502, Day: 181, Season: Doldrums The next season is spent exploring farther away from the ocean and the main branch of river, which sometimes even required that the two cross some deeper water, as the multiple branching of the Crystal River, near the coast, caused the creation of the...

Cycle: 498: Day: 83. Season: Stasis. Switching darts in the hope of having a greater effect on his enemy, Jaguar shoots the sliver of shale, imbuing it with a mechanical node. When the dart strikes the injured girl, it emits a sound like banging on a large metal gong. The girl reflexively...

Jalakaag removed his hat and wiped his head with his left hand. “I think that if I could get a small piece of cloth, I could periodically wet it and stick it under my hat, which would make me cooler. More importantly, I am also thinking that we stand a better chance of catching game with our...

Cycle: 502, Day: 121, Season: Harvest Though they think of themselves as lacking any concept of a plan, the two friends do postulate the impetus for some new ideas. They know that they are not afraid to wander farther from the bulk of civilization. They also know that moving farther away from...

Sitting under the shade of the Pavilion, enjoying a bowl of soup, Jalakaag removes his hat and sets it aside, staring out at the Burning Sun like it is supposed to be a source of inspiration. He voices his thoughts to his friend, when no one else is close enough to eavesdrop. “Another Cycle has...

Cycle: 502, Day: 61, Season: Stasis The natural marsh is, by no means, level. It has berms and washes, altered and built by the cyclic flooding of the Crystal River and the daily movement of the tides. Some berms are being reinforced, but the process was started at the Pavilion to work outward...

Cycle: 498: Day: 83. Season: Stasis. As the second volley ensues, the four girls have a much harder time targeting the two young men, though they are each struck a second time. The individual damage seems insignificant, especially since neither is affected by the bending, but the accumulation...

Jalakaag nods to Whiron. “I know the ocean is that way, even though I have never seen it. I think that if we find our way farther inland we will have a better chance of finding a good piece of dry ground. I am also hoping to find a thicker piece of cane that I can cut for a club as well as a...

If the two pause to think about it, not that pausing from physical activity is actually required for either, there are a vast variety of animals that can be taken from the marsh and used for food. Those in the water would be the most difficult for the two, but other residents, especially much...

As an afterthought, when Jalakaag rises and returns his bowl, he motions for Whiron. Walking to the edge of the Pavilion’s rise, he picks up a few discarded reef clam shells and tosses two toward the feet of his friend, not wanting to risk getting him cut if he tries to catch it. Of his own, he...

Elsewhere… Magister Karef Gyenin sat in his favorite wicker chair under the fabric pergola, on the flat roof of his official building in the Artisan District. As he lounged and sipped some tea, he was fanned by two scantily clad servants on each side of him. The servant on the Magister’s left...