NationStates Jolt Archive

Jerath winced faintly as his bare foot touched the hot sand. With a grunt, he simply continued to move, ignoring the pain. There were monsters in the jungles of Chathania and his people had to flee. Jerath's tribe was small and glancing back he could see all of them, all 200, though Jerath did not know numbers that high. More than five, that was the most accurately he could conceive of his tribe. All had burned, reddened skin from the unfamiliar desert environment; all were clad in simple loin clothes made with the skins of forest creatures. Some of the women wore another cloth over their breasts. Modesty was something Jerath's people were still developing. Still, Jerath wished for his tribe to develop on its own, not at the behest of the monsters, though the other tribes learned much from them. Chathania belonged to humans, however weak their limited command of fire and wood seemed next to the strange magics the monsters seemed to take for granted. Jerath didn't know where Chathania ended, but he was, in fact, now in unclaimed lands. Jerath was unaware he could stumble across travelers from abroad at any moment.

OOC: Confusion reigns...

How is one to enter this RP?

You could be a tribe-member, an evil cultist in the jungle, a member of another tribe, a great mythical beast, a visitor from another planet...the list goes on and on...

OOC: All of those things work great. Though, what I was really looking for was teams/groups of lost travellers/explorers from other nations. That's why I set the tribespeople currently in land that's technically unclaimed.

OOC: what tech level is this?
I´m Future/Fantasy but i want to join.

OOC: You can join, even though you're higher tech than me.

OOC:YAY! Post in the morning. Dead Tired...

Arakesh Quickclaw was wanderer, a hunter by vocation, but wanderer seemed to suit his particular brand of hunting better...

The desert was hot, more so than his homeland, the Black Marsh... The sun beat down mercilessly & Arakesh leaned heavily on his spear, his silver-edged katana was weighing heavily on his back. He was an Argonian, a reptillian being... Even that helped him little with his current problem: He need water & shade, or his reptillian anatomy would over-heat...

His quick eyes caught something in the distance... He moved to investigate...