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Unuhexium


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Roleplaying: Redemption of the Ancients



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Lots of races like to think that they were the first intelligent life to evolve on the planet, that before their arrival the planet was just a hunk of molten rock in space that slowly came to accommodate life and evolution. In most cases, they are right. In others, they're dead wrong. Take for example, this planet here. This planet used to be the home of nearly five different civilizations, all composed of different races. Note "used to." Long before the present, the planet was ravaged by inter-dimensional raiders known only as Shifters. In one of the most devastating of attacks, one civilization launched all of its nuclear devices simultaneously.

Life was not wiped out at that point and would safely continue for another three centuries. One race managed to survive and thrive hiding underground, returning to reclaim the ruined world for themselves. Restoration was barely underway when the planet simultaneously lashed out against its occupants. Tsunamis, massive earthquakes, and hurricanes the likes of which have never been witnessed before ravaged the land and killed off the survivors in droves.

The planet was wiped clean of all traces of life and any signs of civilization completely destroyed. The planet had been defiled by the races living on it for far too long and it had finally lashed back out against them. Over the course of uncountable of years, the planet remade itself. If there was anyone left to remember the old world, they would be unable to recognize what their home had become.

New lifeforms slowly evolved on the planet, now standing on the threshold of intelligence and organized society. Shall these races follow in the footsteps of their long-gone predecessors, inevitably facing nuclear holocaust and complete annihilation? Perhaps they will instead redeem these forerunners by living in universal peace and prosperity, soon forging a mighty interstellar Empire?

Odds are they're going to end up nuking each-other again. Though there's only one way to know for sure...


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The deserts of the South-Western continent had played home to the Kraylk'Sut for some time. The Kraylk'Sut were once composed entirely of nomadic clans that steered clear of the forests and wandered the deserts, though a schism stemming from the agricultural revolution left them somewhat divided. The majority had remained nomadic, continuing to traverse the desert. A smaller minority had set up one of the world's first settlements, Drik'Chit in the continent's small yet dense line of Rain-forest.

It wasn't long before the two groups were at odds once again. There was a dire need for labor in Drik'Chit and the stubbornness of their nomadic brethren was not helping the already small population along. Some of the less peaceful of the Kraylk'Sut living in Drik'Chit decided to take matters into their own hands, forging forth into the desert and forcibly rounding up nomads for work in the city.

Even though the nomads had numbers on their side, the slavers of Drik'Chit were quickly developing tactics and weapons to trump and capture their quarry before they even knew what hit them.

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The Chak clan of nomads was definitely one of the smallest of the nomadic Kraylk'Sut clans wandering the deserts and Savannah of the South-Western Continent, especially with only thirty people and a handful of Kacht to their name. Five were elders and ten had yet to reach adulthood, leaving the rest to defend and provide for them in addition to themselves. Presently, the had camped temporarily near the shore of the Ptekwe river last night, resolving to continue after the Kacht herds in the morning. The same river they had camped at lead down to the city of Drik'Chit. Fortunately, the city was a long ways off from where they were and the Elders were fairly confident they wouldn't have to worry about the slavers coming to get them.

At least, that was what they thought. A good distance away from the river shores, a group of fifteen slavers were poised and in waiting behind a sand dune, waiting for them to move away from the river and continue their journey before striking. Soon enough, the Chak Clan's Kacht sauntered away from the River, carrying their supplies and a few of the elders and children. The rest of the Chak clan marched on behind them, content to walk or lead their Kacht pack animals, which numbered seven.

As the Chak Clan approached the slaver's position, one of them began spinning a bolas. These weren't the typical ones used by slavers, but were rather hollowed out and filled. Namely, they were filled with a combination of manure and some very strongly scented plants found in the Jungles around Drik'Chit. One of the defining factors of the Kacht were their strong senses of smell. What was in those bolas was already making the slavers gag, it would drive the Kacht mad.

With the Chak clan slowly closing the distance, the slaver spun the bolas several times before chucking it over the dune with great strength. The bolas sailed, smacking into the sand in front of the lead Kacht. The large insect recoiled immediately, spinning around and preparing to flee from the horrid stench. Instead, it smacked the Kacht behind it as it turned. The Kraylk'Sut riding them were jostled by the event, falling onto the sand in their wake. It wasn't long after they got up that the entirety of their Kacht herd were now bashing heads, trying to get away from the stench the Chak did not seem to notice, as they were trying desperately to keep their animals from fleeing every-which-way into the desert.

The slavers waited a few moments for the confusion to increase before charging down the dune towards their quarry. A few of the Chak saw the approaching slavers and raised the alarm, prompting those who were able to ready their spears. The slavers slowed down a little ways off, preferring to chuck a few more bolas at the defenders who were struggling to organize. The flung bolas wrapped around the feet of the nomads, causing them to lose their balance and fall to the ground.

The slavers continued their advance, preparing to engage the Chak while the panicking Kacht continued to slam into each-other and trample a few Kraylk'Sut who weren't careful.

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Darkness and eerie fog clogs the mountain tops on the North-eastern continent. A herd of Grimlus moves down a crevice path. Lurking above on one of the sides is one of the horrors of the mountains, the Zinvindari. These beasts are so dangerous that if you heard one, good chance you would be dead.

Slowly maneuvering itself down the mountain, the creature stares down at the prey. Scanning the herd, it picks out the one it decides while provide the best meal. It stays just out of sight of the Grimlus herd. Upon the one it wants is just below it, the Zinvindari jumps from the rocks and lands in front of the herd. The ones in the back turn and flee while the large males turn to face the foe. Unfortunately, this would mark the end of this herd. Letting loose it's infrasonic moan, the Zinvindari bolts towards the targets. The one in the front tries to move its horns at the predator but before it could a sickening crunch occurs. A scythe of the Zinvindari comes down with full force and pierces the skull of the prey. Removing the scythe, it turns towards the others who are slowly backing off. The nearest one tries to turn around but the hook in the foe's tail comes down and helps break the prey's spine. The other two run off but the Zinvindari uses it's agility to cut them off. Killing one of the two easily, it turns to the final one. This one is the largest and meatiest of the group and he was the meal all along. Separating it's mandibles, the Zinvindari appears to smile. The unfolding scene is horrifying to watch.

The Grimulus is frightened and unable to move. As the wraith moves in on it, the herbivore's eyes glaze over. Slashing off the legs, the Zinvindari starts to slowly eat the thing while it is alive. It crys out in pain however the Zinvindari does not understand. It merely has few if any sense of pain. The most it has is a slight tingling sensation when wounded. As a result these beasts fight to the death and can do much damage in the process.


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Calia. An island of strong hills and fertile canyons, rich waters and verdant grasslands. Positioned far south of the equator and warmed by the descending equatorial currents of the Roiling Gulf, it blends together calm winters with gentle summers, experiencing only a slight alteration in weather patterns with each passing season. Snow is a regular visitor to the higher slopes and natural wind tunnels carve out new and unique rock formations with the passing eons, but geological instability and volcanic activity ended its reign here millions of years ago.

Colonies of colossal garazin make their raucous homes on the surrounding oceanic spits, diving into the fathomless depths in search of mardrut and decatis. The vast hives of the verrious help to maintain the lower ecology by breaking down the dead. Hippines, forming much of the basic land fauna, proliferate with little harassment from the predatory brorgir and generally experiencing only a small problem with genital bloodvine. The interminable wars between surrtri and havamalar barely touch upon the shores.

And ruling over it all, the great tribes of the drakes.

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The mind of the Ukur are the most complex of all land-dwelling species on the small isle they called home. A complex mind controlled entirely, however, by the unbending will of the animalistic body. Such a combination turned out to be particularly potent on the ruthless lands they call home.

The Ukur stalks silently among its charges, examining them as they lie at night to conserve energy without the sun to feed them. A faint, almost undetectable glow sparks from one for only a moment, a flash quick enough to be dismissed by a mind not designed to look for such a occurrence. The Ukur turns and focuses suddenly, but continues to stalk slowly to avoid alerting the herd of the problem. The infection emerged at the same time as life on the isle, and was the pressure that caused the initial development of the first Ukur variant. It was rare to find them early enough to stop the infection from becoming an epidemic, but this one had yet to even manifest any sort of behavioral symptoms. Perhaps it was a trick of the moon, and the mind tried to scream, to make the unyielding instinct yield to knowledge and reason, but such a risk could not be taken. The few die so that the rest may live.

The Ukur flicked its tailbarb suddenly into the Egeria, digging deep in and forcing itself down, ripping a hole deep into it's body that let the container inside empty, and for a moment, it tried to stand and flailed wildly, but soon succumbed to the grip of death. The Ukur flung its tail down again and sliced deep into its side, preparing itself a meal of its charge. It begins to rip and tear at the flesh, devouring the most nutritious organs and Tui first, putting its head into the hollow corpse. The prey finally blinded, another Ukur drops suddenly from above, stabbing into the other to perfectly pierce the brainsac. It stopped instantly, falling to the side. In its hand shown a piece of glass, the instrument of its enemies downfall. A unique mutation the brain causing a novel response, or to say it simply, new concepts, new ideas, new techniques. In generations it would spread, until the new thoughts overtook the old and were all that was left.

The winning Ukur took the excess from its foes herd, that which was too much to feed itself and would simply feed the feral packs that roamed the isle, it pulled a few to the shoreline, pushing them into the waters below. Creatures swarmed up and pulled the bodies down suddenly to the depths, ripping and tearing at flesh and bone until nothing was left. In its place they flung an interconnected writhing mass of some odd creature of the deep, which quickly turned white hot and melted down into the sand around it. It continued to burn hotter and hotter until it suddenly stopped, having turned much of the sand into liquid glass that the Ukur haphazardly manipulated with its tail. It had invented trade with one of the more intelligent creatures of the deep, and benefited tremendously with one of the first effective tools and tool-making substances.

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Kill. The Hiide spoke. Every Hiide was interconnected, and as soon as the message was formulated in one's mind, it was instantly already formed in all the others.

The poor deer had calmly walked into the grove, half a mile wide and littered with naught but Hiides. Whole trees had been devoured by the creatures, no grass, no insects. No life but the evil plants. The deer kneeled down, unaware of the danger.

Every single plant opened up its pores, oozing out clear fumes. The deer inhaled, and its fate was sealed. Suddenly, it began to feel a droswy calm wash over it, its limbs giving out from underneath it as light turned into sound and the plants into purple wind. The deer fell over, and the tendrils of the plants extended, burrowing into it (it was already so high, however, it didn't even feel it) and milking the arteries and veins, sucking them dry of nutrients. With great force they began to rip the dead body apart, moving the varying organs over the plants and tearing them to fertilize all of them. A single deer was more than enough for a single Hiide, but barely anything for the whole race, and the plants hungered for more.

At the outside, the plants began to reproduce. Their sole focus was on reproduction and hunger. No other desires existed in the fledgling minds of the Hiides. Consumption was all they could grasp.

The carcass of the deer was mulled over by the tendrils, as if to lick it clean.

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A very strong gust of wind blew through the field. Grass moved to one side as did leaves flying from the trees. A nose shot up and a wolflike creature stood up on it's hind legs. It had just picked up a very bold scent that was also very alarming. This beast was a Hezcari male and he was scouting around the Pack-land. The scent he had just picked up on was that of another pack member and it was too close for comfort. The scout could hear the beast rustling around, by now they had both become aware of each other. The scout let out a very deep howl that alerted both his enemy and his nearby pack members. The other Hezcari of his pack rushed to him quickly. The scout began following the scent. The group followed and within minutes they had found the trespassing Hezcari. All of the creatures growled at each other. The main scout distracted the trespasser while the group surrounded him. A very violent fight ensued. Flesh and fur were ripped from bone but by the end of the quick fight, only the trespasser lay dead. Eating another Hezcari, even one of an opposite pack, was considered taboo and if done would result in exile or death. The group began their return to the Pack-lands.

(( Sorry for the short post, not able to concentrate on writing for the Hezcari right now ))
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The first ever fire had really revolutionized the process of food preparation for the Velidus. Food tasted better and was less likely to give tribesmen the runs. Naturally that kind of heat drew many tribes near very quickly. That kind of raw heat was like a beacon to their heat senses and so was the smell of cooking meat in the air. Rasha as tribe leader was bound to defend his tribe. He bellowed in the language of the Velidus so all within a hundred feet could hear.

''Get your own territory and stay away from our tree. I doubt any of us want an after dinner battle so just go away now. Everyone in the tribe is awake and with weapons in hand no less. Not to mention half of us are already on the high ground.''

His threat seemed to work for the moment at least. Most of the intruding Velidus were in fact going away.

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The weapons of choice for the Kraylk'Sut slavers were none other than the Tan'Ite. The Tan'Ite took the form of a long spear-esque weapon. On one end rested three, small prongs similar to those on a trident. The other end of the pole was fashioned into a blunt club of stone. Typically, the front end of Tan'Ite is brought forward not against the enemy, but their weapon. The three prongs seizing control of their foe's weapon, the Tan'Ite's wielder could then direct it anyway they wished, most often towards the ground. As they directed the weapon to where it could do them no harm, the wielder could promptly smack their foe in the face with the blunt end of the weapon, effectively stunning their foe and causing them to release their already slack grip on the weapon.

It was this tactic that was used by the slavers against the small amount of warriors in the Chak clan, leaving a good number of them confused and unarmed. The slavers were, of course, not there to kill. So when the Chak warriors had been stunned, they merely swept them off their feet with the trident end of the Tan'Ite. One team of slavers kept the other warriors at bay as another group of them spread out with thick nets to capture the Chak nomads that had been immobilized by the bolas.

Soon enough the slavers would be done here and they would have another shipment of slaves sent to Drik'Chit for labor, and a tidy profit on the part of the slavers.

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Veseet'i was not one of the strongest or wisest of the Chak clan. No, the strongest, Issail'l, was currently face down in the sand after taking the blunt end of a Tan'Ite to the face. The wisest, Kel'ti, was straddling the brink between life and death after being stomped upon several times by the still panicking Kacht. His fellow warriors were divided between soothing the Kacht and being beaten into the sand by the slavers. He himself had been moving to assist the others in fighting off the slavers, but seeing what happened to them, he thought better of it and stayed his place.

Veseet'i narrowly sidestepped a raging Kacht as it thundered past him, surely to be lost into the desert. It was beginning to look hopeless. The slavers would take away the warriors and whoever else they managed to net, leaving the Chak clan nearly devoid of people. They would eventually succumb to another nomad clan, if they didn't die from inability to support themselves first.

The sense of anger, frustration, and despair was building up quite heavily. He had to leave, find another clan of nomads. Perhaps he could allow himself to be captured? No, he would and could not bide the life of a slave to some self-proclaimed ruler of all. But what choice did he have at this point?

So deep and overwhelming was the anger building up in Veseet'i was that he did not exactly notice or feel when his compound eyes had glazed over an icy and unnatural light blue. Waves of invisible energy of one sort or another were radiating off of him. Whatever it was, the nearby Kraylk'Sut- regardless of affiliation -ceased their fighting to determine the source of... Well, whatever was happening. Regardless of what it was, the slavers quickly decided unanimously that the angry-looking Kraylk'Sut with eyes that weren't natural to their species was best not to be trifled with.

Though before they could act on their unspoken agreement and attempt to drag off the few slaves they did procure, Veseet'i chattered and clicked his mandibles in speech, louder than any volume previously obtained by the Kraylk'Sut, that meant something to the affect of-

"Go away!"

A simple statement, one that wouldn't have much affect on the slavers given normal circumstances. Then again, if the circumstances were normal this event would scarcely be worth mentioning. The fact that what could only be described as a powerful, telekinetic pulse erupted from Veseet'i shortly after, sending half of his clan staggering one way and the Slavers flying into the dune they had attacked from.

Veseet'i may have enjoyed the sight of the scared witless slavers scampering over the dunes with their unconscious colleagues and broken weapons in tow, had he still remained conscious after his outburst.

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Elsewhere in the mountains, a Zinvindari walks out of a cave. The beast had sensed another one of its kind. The natural instinct to fight it is slowly filling its head. However, it does not really want to fight anything without a need for hunger. Instead, it finds the overwhelming need to see if it can just establish dominance over this foe. Quickly racing from its home, it finds the creature nearby. Bellowing and landing on the rocky surface below, it raises its scythes. The other one, being a female, is smaller than it's male counterpart. She stares at the foe and assumes the same position. Both charge one another.

The fight that ensues is a simple one. Zinvindari try to wound one another enough that they kill each other. Loser ends up the meal for the winner. But in this case, the male is resisting massive injury one the female that is trying her all. Despite this, the strength and agility of the male is wearing her down. Eventually, with many cracks in her armor, she collapses. The male, turns back towards his cave and returns shortly with food. Putting it down, he motions for her to feed. She wakes up and stares at the male and looks at the food. Eating, she appears calmer and actually submits to the males strength. Both go back to the cave and seem to trust one another. This is the start of the family group.

Elsewhere, similar things are slowly coming into existence. Mating pairs of Zinvindari are staying together. Eventually, their young will be raised by the pair instead of let free to roam the landscape.


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A wave gently lapped up against the gleaming white sand of the small island upon which a few trees swayed gently in the warm sun. The wave was not here to stay though and so it washed back out to see and slid under the foam crests of the next wave to become an underwater current which slid down along the sand towards the sea bed, rising up off the floor a bit to travel over the top of the old stones, rocks and broken shells as it travelled further out to sea. Eventually it passed deep enough to reach the vast realm of the coral lines which bordered the islands and travelled a great distance containing an explosion of colour and life, reds and yellows with greens and blues and everything in between. The variety of life was amazing but the current was not to stay here either.
It slithered in between the great, branching coral structures and observed the multitude of creatures that lived here and then went beyond the coral borders and into the trackless ancient seaweed forests, giant plants which swayed and wrapped forever in the thrall of the ocean, hiding darker life which preyed upon the oldest weeds and upon the life in the coral.
The current travelled for seemingly ages as the light from above the ocean faded until it was dark and slightly cloudy when it finally broke free of the forests to an area where the stumps of seaweed long past remained here and there and cracks and mounds scarred the landscape. One crack was huge, a giant underwater trench which stretched for miles into the darker depths of the ocean and went so deep that even light couldn’t reach the bottom of the deepest sections.
The current coiled around and slipped down through the sloping end facing the island in the distance and slid down into the slowly deepening trench, eventually it began to pass small nets and boxes held in place by ridged spikes and small beams, some had small crustaceans and fish caught in them. The current weaved in between them and finally reached a deeper part of the trench where it was confronted by a complex series of nets, boxes, stakes and jutting spikes which formed the deep and complex early defences of the oldest aquatic city in the world, Uuauo. First city of the Arsylth.

It was from here, the centre of Arsylth learning and power that the Cephalopod race had spread when they gained sentience and it was here that the largest concentration of civilisation could currently be found.

Eventually the current wriggled through the well woven nets and entered the city itself.

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The Chargintaean furrowing holes all converged below the inland lake, with a small underwater stream trickling down to a tiny pool. In the area below the lake, a massive, well-lit cave spun out into multiple directions, with Chargintae all attending to their daily duties. The 1,263-Charginth Tribe was either tending to plants and food, expanding their knowledge of the world, or building upon and further structuring the sprawling village. A loud chirrup called all of them to the center around the central pool by the 1,264th Charginth, the tribe leader. She stretched her back, crawled around in the pool, and curled up on her tail, extending her 'feelers.'

"There is a sound I've heard through the sickening stones," The Leader spoke. "It sounds like a wind that has no end. A burning flurry." The Charginths nodded and discussed this in a raucous confused chatter. "I know, I know. These stones have been here ever since the long sleep. But this means something happened as we all changed in our sleep generations ago."

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The group of scouts had returned to the majority of the pack. Immediatly they had to let the Alpha Female know what they had found and they had to do so quickly, she was not as patient as her counterpart the Alpha Male. None of the scouts really wanted to interact with her but it was decided that the scout who had initiated the fight would need to tell the Alpha Female. He didn't like this prospect but it was something that needed to be done, so he did it. The scout approached the Alpha's area. "The Aztaer Pack is intruding again" the Alpha Female did not look pleased with this. "They were told to keep out of our lands or else our peaceful interactions would turn to bloodshed..." she paused for a moment to see if the scout had in fact killed the Aztaer packmember. "Blood has been spilled, I would say we are now at war with the Aztaer Pack" the Alpha Female did not look pleased "i'll make that decision" she said.

War in Hezcari culture was not good by any means. Hezcari are naturally violent beings and when they are at war, it is usually over honor and territory.. Fighting would be more terrible in this case then when they were fighting over food. In any case, the Aztaer Pack would probably lose because they were one of the more recently established packs. The Uri'tos Pack was the strongest and oldest of the packs and their Pack-lands were established first. Being known for fighting to defend their territory, most other packs left them alone, but the Aztaer had not learned that lesson.

Meanwhile the hunting party that had gone out to find some food had encountered something new. They picked up on the scent near the coastline and almost immediatly they spotted what was intruding on their hunt. A beast that was large and covered in scales was laying on the beach, asleep. As soon as the hunting party came within a close range, the beast picked up on their scent and awakened. It let out a loud snarl and hissing noise as it started moving towards the hunting party. The Uri'tos had fought and killed almost all residents of their island but this one was new, meaning they didn't know how to kill it. This fight would be a challenge.
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The next morning there was a rumor of strange noises coming from the general lake area with some regularity. What was this regular sound? What did it mean? Why was it so regular? All of these questions were on the lips of the average Velidus and the uncertainty wasn't exactly comforting. Thanks to the fact that the invention of fire had drawn the various tribes together an agreement could be negotiated. Most were advocating for the idea that Velidus from nearby tribes weren't to harm each other and that a loose alliance be formed for emergency situations. If all of the tribes worked together nothing would stand in their way. Weapons were at this point a messy mixture of stone and various metals sculpted from raw materials. Some experiments were being performed as to the nature of fire and its effects on the raw materials. It wouldn't be a fast process but the idea that better materials that would later be known as metals could be taken from raw materials using great heat was circulating slowly. Making weapons out of these materials would take quite a few months to become well known.

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A mating pair walks from their cave. Young nymphs scurry around their feet. The younger forms of Zinvindari run free across the landscape however memory imprinting makes the survivors return to their parent's cave. Their unique smells are similar to their parents and are accepted into the group. As a result, these are the primitive tribes of Zinvindari that shall be know. Speaking in their recently developed language, the group moves out to seek out prey. Eventually, the nymphs will leave to join another family group or return with a mate and integrate into their own family. The mountains that are their home will fear the wrath of the Zinvindari. Those who try to take their territory will be fought away. The time of the Zinvindari is coming.


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The tribe was stirring. In fact, it was expanding more inland. It had managed to burrow through the mountains to the direct west and east of the lake, and they had managed to ball up and roll down without harm. Now they had to find those *tribal creatures who they noticed were talking about "sounds from the lake." The group moved toward the tribe, focused on the insanely precise points. They armed themselves with stones, which they carried on their back. 3 of the group of 21 contorted their body like doing a very exaggerated breakdancing move(the worm) and powerfully launched rocks in the direction. The rocks had inscriptions, all combining to say 'Are you a/Friend or an/Enemy tribal people' to the *tribal men.

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