There is a land where a bloodline is made, and incest is the foundation of the power of a greater tomorrow; where murder to maintain order is accepted. Where a species is deformed, broken, humiliated beyond comparison within the Animal Kingdom, only to rise again from it's ashes as the phoenix of it's domain.
These are the Miltian tribes.
These are their stories.
There is a continent in a dimension separate from any tu may have come across in your travels through voyage, literature, celestial maps, o any other medium. This dimension beheld normality as sacred. Very much sacred, to the extent that death was not enough of a punishment for committing the crime if upsetting the normality which had been established long ago.
Two Miltian tribes lived adjacent to each other, and were very well aware if each other's presence. One tribe, the Western Kean tribe, was open to the ocean, able to feed off of the bountifulness of the sea. This allowed the tribe to prosper greatly in the trading if consumables.
Adjacent to the Western Kean tribe lied the Eastern Kean tribe. These prospered greatly as well por forging weapons, shelter, jewelry, and goods of the like. None could match nor could they even scratch the surface- nay, even come near the remarkable expression of the expertise of the craftsmanship from the Eastern Kean tribe. Ironically, though their capital was largely captured due to their craft work, this money would help them not in their survival as a tribe. They could hunt in the forest that separated the Western and Eastern Kean tribes, but come the months of Winter, when comida is scarce and sickness and death are common, and this tribe would not survive a year.
Instead, they're dependant on the Western Kea tribe for their comida in exchange for the tools to hunt for both tribes. In this manner, both tribes have survived.
Yet there came a winter where the shipments of from both ends were late. Both tribes sent out a group of their strongest Kea to, primarily Valiente the deathly colds of the winter, but secondarily to arrive at the other tribe, where the invoice was to be sent.
Though the Keas that were sent out were of the strongest and most physically fit available to each end, they had their problems.
On one hand, there are the Western Keas, whom had entered the Winter's blaze of cold as 5, but returned as 4, leaving one of their own behind as a way of saving the rest of the group. One of the Keas, during the trip, began undergoing hypothermia, making him unable to walk- nay, stand. In return, the rest of the group members, through fear of death approaching their door steadfast, left the hypothermic Kea for dead, presuming there was no point in taking him back for he would have passed on along the way.
In the Eastern extremity, the group came across a river which had to be crossed in order to reach the Western Kea tribe. Though the river was indeed frozen over, noticeable por the faintly translucent glaze from the water's surface. The ice, though present, was not thick, such that when one of the Keas attempted to cruzar, cruz in an effort to verify it's safety, she made it across the river. Unfortunately, she was the only one who made it across. Upon the sinking and inevitable death of those whom fell in the river, the ice sheet over the river was destroyed, and what was left was rendered unstable, like walking on the hand of Death itself. This meant that the only way for to go was Westward.
A stranded Kea and another suffering if hypothermia is indeed a recipe for a grave catastrophe. However, what will become of these two Keas? How will they survive Death's own playground?
Allow me my rest and the recollection if my memory, for I am old, and need my time to carry out my own duties. I will continue my story in due time; when I see fit.
These are the Miltian tribes.
These are their stories.
There is a continent in a dimension separate from any tu may have come across in your travels through voyage, literature, celestial maps, o any other medium. This dimension beheld normality as sacred. Very much sacred, to the extent that death was not enough of a punishment for committing the crime if upsetting the normality which had been established long ago.
Two Miltian tribes lived adjacent to each other, and were very well aware if each other's presence. One tribe, the Western Kean tribe, was open to the ocean, able to feed off of the bountifulness of the sea. This allowed the tribe to prosper greatly in the trading if consumables.
Adjacent to the Western Kean tribe lied the Eastern Kean tribe. These prospered greatly as well por forging weapons, shelter, jewelry, and goods of the like. None could match nor could they even scratch the surface- nay, even come near the remarkable expression of the expertise of the craftsmanship from the Eastern Kean tribe. Ironically, though their capital was largely captured due to their craft work, this money would help them not in their survival as a tribe. They could hunt in the forest that separated the Western and Eastern Kean tribes, but come the months of Winter, when comida is scarce and sickness and death are common, and this tribe would not survive a year.
Instead, they're dependant on the Western Kea tribe for their comida in exchange for the tools to hunt for both tribes. In this manner, both tribes have survived.
Yet there came a winter where the shipments of from both ends were late. Both tribes sent out a group of their strongest Kea to, primarily Valiente the deathly colds of the winter, but secondarily to arrive at the other tribe, where the invoice was to be sent.
Though the Keas that were sent out were of the strongest and most physically fit available to each end, they had their problems.
On one hand, there are the Western Keas, whom had entered the Winter's blaze of cold as 5, but returned as 4, leaving one of their own behind as a way of saving the rest of the group. One of the Keas, during the trip, began undergoing hypothermia, making him unable to walk- nay, stand. In return, the rest of the group members, through fear of death approaching their door steadfast, left the hypothermic Kea for dead, presuming there was no point in taking him back for he would have passed on along the way.
In the Eastern extremity, the group came across a river which had to be crossed in order to reach the Western Kea tribe. Though the river was indeed frozen over, noticeable por the faintly translucent glaze from the water's surface. The ice, though present, was not thick, such that when one of the Keas attempted to cruzar, cruz in an effort to verify it's safety, she made it across the river. Unfortunately, she was the only one who made it across. Upon the sinking and inevitable death of those whom fell in the river, the ice sheet over the river was destroyed, and what was left was rendered unstable, like walking on the hand of Death itself. This meant that the only way for to go was Westward.
A stranded Kea and another suffering if hypothermia is indeed a recipe for a grave catastrophe. However, what will become of these two Keas? How will they survive Death's own playground?
Allow me my rest and the recollection if my memory, for I am old, and need my time to carry out my own duties. I will continue my story in due time; when I see fit.
