King Ulanku has decided it is time to expand our territory. A small group of Wogs are to be set off on a dangerous expedition. Surely enough a large and open territory was found.

It is a much more daunting task to be this far away from our main source of water, however King Ulanku insist that we must expand. We can only pray that his judgement is correct.

Clack, clack, clack

The Veranda grunt banged the flints together incessantly for hours on end, chipping them away bit by bit until it developed a sharp, shining point.

Clack, clack, clack

As the grunt momentarily stopped to grab a piece of meat, a warrior idled by. Seeing its chance, the warrior grabbed the meat and began to consume it, leering at the grunt after while. But apart from growling softly, the grunt did nothing. After all, to go against a warrior would be complete suicide.

Clack, clack, boosh

Suddenly, a spark leapt from the flint falling down to the pile of dry grass that served as the grunt's bed. The grunt leapt back and screamed at the sudden flame and the sizzling of its skin. Then, experimentally, it scraped the flints once again. And once again, a spark appeared. Picking up a nearby wooden spear, the grunt placed the tip of the spear in the flame, before removing it to observe the light it made. As the grunt looked from his torch to the warriors at the edge of the camp, he knew what he had to do.

He had to burn them all.

While scouting our territory, the Wogs stumble upon what appears to be a creature capable of thought. Almost immediately the Wogs take positions. The large Wog army unmatched by anyone shines in it's glory. Soon after a friendly chant is yelped by one of the lead Wogs. Another Wog yelpes the same chant, soon enough the entire Wog army is yelping the chant.

The Wogs await for your tribe to respond.

By using spears with barb tips at the end the Wogs can effectively catch fish. It is a far more difficult task, however much less dangerous then actual hunting. A group of 100 or so Wogs have been assigned with the task of fishing. It is expected that more Wogs will began to take up this new way of hunting. Cave paintings of fish also have began to arise in the tribe.

A group of three Emporos warriors were patrolling out near the edge of Emporos territory when they notice something strange by the shore in the distance.

They begin trekking towards it to see if anything is there.

As their peoples found each other once more, a terribly difficult issue was posed to both parties. The lack of any method to communicate things such as intent or want. The issue spread rapidly through their peoples, and with it came a not-so-equally rapidly spread solution. Via what could be described as the worst game of charades ever played, their peoples manage to communicate simple ideas to one another.

[M] They 'research' crude sign language.

About 9 months ago Ulanku commented his first act of intercourse. The women was brutally attacked and beaten. Her screams could be heard from a mile away. The other Wogs who heard her cries did nothing at all. Mostly due to fear of what Ulanku would do to them if they interfered.

Once Ulanku had his way with her and left the area, the Wogs nearby came to comfort her. She was carried to the Wog province of Mazandaran to rest. She suffered serious injuries.

Today the first son of Ulanku was born. A crowd of Wogs gathered around and stood in awe. The boy looked like a mix of Ulanku and his now dead mother, who died almost immediately after his birth.

Her death was strange to the Wogs. It was the first time someone had died this way. The women was perfectly healthy and had wide hips, which Wogs thought meant she would have an easier time giving birth. However there is no time to grief, the past is in the past.

The child will be taken care of (at least for now) by Ulanku's younger sister, who goes by the name Eyukuia. Ulanku has also ordered guards to watch her and child at all times. In an attempt to give them maximum protection.

**Territory:**Qazvin, Iran

Skills:

• Strength: 8

• Intelligence: 3

• Endurance: 9

• Nature: 5

Design: Homo Venandi, otherwise known as the Veranda, are an offshoot of humanity descended from groups of Homo Habilis who migrated to the Middle East. There, they adapted to the role of a pursuit predator, with lengthened legs, a lithe form and blonde hair serving as camouflage. Indeed, at one's first glance, the Venandi would appear extremely similar to other species of great ape, with their heavy brow ridges, hair covered body and squashed nose. Their eyes however, are far larger than those of any other ape, granting them exceptional vision with which to spy out their unfortunate prey.

Culture: Due to their diet and energy needs, the Venandi often live in small groups ranging from 5 to 40 individuals. These groups have large territories which can be as big as 70 miles around. These territories are fiercely guarded, with any Venandi who dares trespass being found, tortured and killed. Venandi groups are often socially stratified into 3 layers. At the top, there is the head, a Venandi warrior who has proved themselves via some great act of bravery and power. However, any Venandi warrior can challenge the head to a fight to the death, so that they may gain the position. Next, there are the warriors, those who patrol the borders, hunt for food and protect the group. Finally, there are the grunts, who fashion tools, carry supplies and do all the dirty work that none of the other members of the tribe are willing to do.

Although they are by far the most intelligent species in their environment, the Venandi have an extremely low cranial capacity of roughly 750 cubic centimetres, little more than half that of Homo Sapiens. As a result, while they are capable of the construction of basic tools of stone and wood, they are very primitive and unintelligent when compared to other species of human. However, what they lack in intelligence, they make up for in sheer hunting skills, with their incredible speed, strength and endurance making them one of the most formidable predators of the land.

Strengths/Weaknesses: The ability of the Venandi to make rudimentary tools, coupled with their incredible speed, strength and endurance makes them a formidable foe that is not to be dealt with lightly. Indeed, even without tools, their sharp claws and teeth serve as weapons of their own. Yet despite their toolmaking abilities are more sophisticated than those of a bird or. chimpanzee, the extent of their intelligence does not go far beyond that, with the concepts of spoken language, art and even construction being a mystery to them.

[M: How exactly does technology work in this game? The code of ethics says that only two research posts can be made per week, and yet I've seen people put multiple advancements in their research and some even put researches in their claim. As well as this, I've seen some people research fire and weapon making, when both are things that existed up to 2 million years before the beginning of this.]

 As the parties followed the schools of beasts, they found themselves slowly wandering from familiar shores. Hours stretched into days, and as they caught the beasts one after another, their group dwindled from near a dozen to a mere trio. After a time longer navigating by the stars and sun, they found their way blocked by strange shores. Cautiously the trio approached, quietly murmuring to one another in animalistic grunts.

The shore came beneath them, rising quickly as the party transitioned from steadily swimming to pulling themselves along the sandy bottom and eventually to standing in a somewhat hunched position. Before them sat a gathering of their kin that should not have been, and after a momentary altercation 'tween the two parties, the trio fled to bring more of their people back for truer meetings.

Meetings fled by, and the peoples, knowing of one another once more, the groups 'agreed' to remain in knowledge of one another.

[M] The species expands into the region of Greece known as Vorio Egeo. With it will come a research I'll be posting shortly.

A Gode'bali sat on the shoreside, quietly watching as small piper fish flitted by beneath the surface. After a moment they rose, grabbing hold of a sharpened coral 'spear' and dove beneath the waves. Cool water rushed around the man, and after a brief scrambling against the bottom to push their way deeper in, they came to the edge of the shallows, and with a quick jump over the edge, began to race off in the currents surrounding his island home.

After a time of racing along the surface and moving deeper into the bay, the man sighted large patches of shimmering beneath himself. Gulping down a last breath of air and diving, he was quickly surrounded by mass of beasts far and beyond more suited to this environ than he. Caring not for momentary thought, he watched as they approached and speared the first to come within an arms reach before racing towards the surface, clutching the madly thrashing fish to his chest and spear as he went.

The sun came into view once more in its splendor, and with it came frothing, reddened water as the last deathly throes of the fish escaped its body. The fisherman grunted to himself and began the long swim, now made longer by the added weight, back to his home. As he went, he found quite a number of scavengers were interested in his prize. Batting them off with legs and his free hand, he made short work of their feeble attempts.

After a monotonous and lengthy swim, the man arrived back at a small shoal protected by a sandbar where his peoples rested. Shouting out over the shore and, with some difficulty, raising his prize overhead earned him a flurry of helpers as they moved it back to shore and began cutting it open. Moving entrails into a small pit along the shores inland edge, and with a gathering now forming around his prize, the village ate gladly and then returned to their various tasks.

[M] Dude caught a tuna, village ate well. In other subs, would've put this under the [LORE] tag but I guess this is an event? 's mostly just the 'village' of Beler getting an large tuna, post this tale dude took a few others to find where the school was at.

[M] Btw to anyone who reads through it all, why the lack of actually writing stories to go along with your posts? The majority of posts just seem like a brief, factual paragraph on what happened, not any sort of inter-character interaction or anything similar.

A blood thirsty tyrant has risen from the Wog civilization, a Wog unlike any other. His name is Ulanku the king of Wogs.

He brings fear into all Wogs, and it is said that the beasts bow before him. Born in the holy Caspian sea, he is the Wog of all Wogs.

However Ulanku is... different from the rest of the Wogs. With a coat of white fur around his body, a much more muscular figure and by far the largest tail.

He also has a different preservative of the world- A more menacing view then most Wogs. You see the Wogs constantly sacrifice hyena heads as a gift for the gods, however Ulanku claims it is not enough. His believes are that the gods want the purest of creatures and there is only one species that he claims to be pure, Wogs.

Of course there are Wogs who object this proposal. In fact many are against it, but it would appear anyone who speaks up is the first to be sacrificed.

Territories: Notio Egeo, Greece

Description:

Gode'bali are a race of coast dwelling homonids who spend the majority of their lives in the ocean. Their appearance is similar to that of modern man, with a distinct lack of bodily hair, leaner figures with a higher average height, webbed hands/toes more often than not, and a much more uniformly thick to the point of being barrel like chest, housing enlarged lungs.

Culture: Tribal, for the most part there tend to be two, potentially three leaders to every village. A head gatherer, who leads the efforts to comb the sea floors and shallows for foodstuffs as well as gathering water. A head warrior, who heads up keeping their peoples in that area safe from others and the occasional dangerous creature. And the shaman, leader in all matters spiritual and diplomatic, their job is to aide in burial rites, rituals, and the occasional election of a new leader into any of the other categories.

Leaders (will be doing this village by village):

Yute: Vakkam - Shaman, Elora - Head of gathering, Bu'n - Head warrior

Beler: Ugua - Shaman, Tulri - Head of gathering, Gett - Head warrior

Uual: Kem - Shaman, Foss - Head of gathering, Ygthur - Head warrior.

Descriptions for the above individuals will come in stories and whatnot.

Specific characteristics:

Exceptional breath holding abilities - Enlarged lungs, ontop of a lifetimes worth of training in operating with little to no oxygen allows the Gode'bali as a whole to exist wholly beneath the surface for around 45 minutes or so.

Onto other stuff:

Strength: 6 (Powerful muscles in the arms and legs that allow for the ability to not only chase prey beneath the waves, but resist the ambient currents with ease.)

Intelligence: 4 (Clever, not exactly super geniuses. Able to figure around as much as a Cro Magnon would be able to, or its watery equivalent.

Endurance: 10 (extreme breath holding capabilities as well as naturally tough, slightly hydrophobic skin ((skin is smooth AF.)) )

Nature: 5 (Aware of the many intricacies of the undersea world, as well as the migratory patterns of native species in the region)

Just probed a look into yer powers game, was wondering how this stuff plays, and if there is a map of claimed territories anywhere

The Wogs have learned the ways of Identification after much trial and error. Soon enough a list of plants were deemed poisonous.

Hunting has also advanced considerably in the past few months with the Wogs now targeting weaker prey.

About one year ago the Wogs set of on a journey into the unknown. Today they shall do the same. Following the Caspian sea into unknown territory but this time from the other direction, the Wogs have found a small land open for colonization. This land is filled with much needed grassland giving access to new resources.

[M] We are expanding into Iran,Gilan

To defend our sacred lands, the Wogs have made it mandatory for all tribe members to have a pointy stick with them at all times if they do not already posses a weapon. This is so we have a back up plan in case of invasion.

The Nomadic Makuwa have started heading North and have happened upon the land, Luxor. Seeing that the place is uninhabited by other tribes, they settle in normally.

The Wogs have began drawing something that depicts a modern day dragon. For the most part dragons are shown attacking other Wogs. The Wogs also belive dragons are powerful fire breathing creatures, sometimes they even draw them controlling the elements.

The Emporos have heard of the tribe known as the 'Phes-Tekars'. Not wanting to fight them the Emporos have come up with a plan to make peace and even ally with them.

They will send an offering of large amounts of Lion meats as well as fruits hoping that the Phes-Tekars will accept their offering.

The Emporos have prepared for the arrival of one of the leaders of the Pencuia. They have invited the Pencuia leader in honour of the new alliance between the Pencuia and Emporos.

An influential Emporos merchant has convinced the settlement to expand into Epirus. They will send sixty warriors into the region to scout out and bring any search for any threats.

They plan to negotiate with any settlements they find I the regions for them to join the Emporos.

The Wogs have began sacrificing hyenas periodically in an attempt to give appease the gods. When commencing a sacrifice Wog members must gather around the Caspian sea. They hyena is then beaten with a stick or a rock. Afterwards they will rip off the head of the hyena. The head will be buried, while the remainder of the body will be gently placed in the Caspian sea.

While scouting the territory Golestan, one of the younger Wogs found a small creature. It appeared to be quite hungry. After much fighting over what to do with it, the Wogs came to a conclusion and fed it the excess meat they had. This is not the first time the Wogs have seen these beast. During the last encounter the beast viciously attacked another Wog.

Perhaps the Wogs can use these beast for their own benefit.

As a Wog sat next to the Caucus Sea, he pointed towards it and said "grrpgh". The other Wog pointed at the sea and said "grrpgh". Slowly yet surely the language was born.

The Wogs quickly advanced to be able to use Local Intuition and a Crude Language.

The Emporos settlement have decided to attempt to trade with the outside world.

Any tribes interested in trading with them will be allowed into their settlement.

The Wog tribe has began documenting the animals they have hunted by mixing dirt or charcoal with spit or animal fat. This can be used to communicate with other Wogs and record the various species discovered.

Other methods of doing this are by using blood or berries however these methods have been less reliable.

By hitting a suitable stone with a hammerstone. The resulting flake that broke off had a natural sharp edge for cutting and could afterwards be sharpened further by striking another smaller flake from the edge if necessary. With the aid of our great strength, this has proven to be effective for hunting.

With the Caspian sea being the main source of water for the Wog people, they have began following the sea in the search for more land. Soon enough they reached a new territory. Currently half of the population has ventured off into this new land. Not only is the weather far less harsh, there is much more resources to collect, making this a great addition to Wog society.

It would appear that the act of rubbing stuff together creates a warm beam of death. Along with this being a suitable punishment for wrongdoers, it also makes food far more delicious.

We belive it is a message from the gods to kill for great rewards.

The Makuwa have been avoiding and fighting with Crocodiles for a long time now and thought, "What if they just stopped trying to eat us." They are currently trying to figure out how to get them to stop their needless feuds with the Crocs.