Tribal

Tribal 2

I know it's been a while since I've wrote. I've been busy protecting my solitude and my home, as people have been adjusting to the changes that have occurred with this strange, overwhelming peace. Near my house, far inland in the Chronae's lands, not many people were confused about the lack of fighting. Many of us around here were here because we sought to make our own peace.

The war still rages on, though. Charrus created the oceans as a setback, a preventative measure to slow down the war. He knew this wouldn't stop the war. Some Tessans still wanted to prove themselves. They wanted to prove their power was superior to the power of another. They wanted to prove their tribe was better than the tribe of the other.

Terrus has been spotted and heckled at many, many times on the streets. I honestly feel bad for him. His intent wasn't to plunge us into eternal suffering. He wanted to help Charrus and Quintilla in creating the world. They denied him, so he sparked the war to spite them. They used that as evidence why he couldn't be a part of improving life for Tessans, and he saw his mistake. Each side has their own stories. Charrus and Quintilla didn't look deep enough into Terrus's story, and Terrus didn't realize his mistake until it was too late. Neither side is in the right here.

Even though there were temples before, even more have sprouted up. The lesser gods have temples too. The Charrus and Quintilla temples serve as community centers as well as temples, with a belltower to alert nearby communities to dangers and to celebrate holidays. They are grand and mighty, and can be observed from a distance. The lesser gods' temples, however, simply appear to be large houses with one large altar room and sometimes a few small gathering rooms. Usually games are played in these rooms.

Terrus does have one temple in Chronae territory. It is usually empty, but some people pay a visit to spit on the sides of the altar. It looks like the Charrus and Quintilla temples, except the belltower and steeple appear to be unfinished or destroyed. There is a maze in it that you always seem to get lost in if you try to enter it and find your way back out at night. There have been wild tales from the Tessans near there that a cult secretly meets there at night and returns to the surface, overworld, or outside at night. Varying stories have been told, because of course nobody truly knows what happens to those silent visitors.

My house has been safe. I've kept it well. The most aggressive and angry have found themselves what the humans call a beach, so I'm far away from the action. I've been trying to find a community. This kind of community is the one that meets every so often and hangs out. Several words translate to community, including one that means "a group of families in a tribe that live in the same area, or that shared area they live in."

Our language is much unlike this cryptic language I'm writing in. It is very precise and not difficult to relearn when it changes to fit the times. For example, we had come up with a word that described the area of water that separates us from the other tribes. I'm sure that because of our separation, they have different words for the same thing. So of course, our language isn't perfect either. It's a lot closer than this "English."

Those closer to the beach have been trying to figure out ways to reach the other tribes. They've had some success with bound planks, but their weight capacity, navigability, and reliability make them unworthy for the task of crossing the ocean. Therefore, they've been going bigger. This takes a lot more wood, iron, and even steel than we know how to get. The Portae have massive forests, so certainly they've figured out a way to leverage those to their advantage. The Formae can literally change themselves, so there's no doubt they've figured out how to cross the ocean by now. The Novae can just make their boats-- right?-- so there's no need to harvest wood for it. We don't have such benefits, so we have to strain ourselves for a war we don't even want to fight.