event Round 4 [Altarin] : The Lake Council [Cancelled due to Bandits]

[Chimi]

To each of the main settlements of the Altarin powers ride Nanx messengers on their newly acquired horses. The beasts, standing as tall as a Maenos, root and grub at the dirt where they are kept, searching for roots and grubs, while their long sinuous tails lash at anyone who tries to get too close.

The messengers waste no time in hauling a basket of Shimmerstone before the leaders of the other peoples, and unfurl a section of boatskin to remind themselves of what they're supposed to say.

"Shaman Delce and the Shamans say it would be good to talk. They are bringing good cheeses and berry mash to the wyrfar lake shore, where the river starts again. Everyone can come except the Metal People. Bring good food and smart people. Bring food and supplies for the New People who were attacked and need help. Meet in three turn threes."

 

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Nine days later, three turns of the three sun-blocking shields in the sky, the Nanx have set up a rustic camp on the western side of Altarin Lake. Boathide tents dot the fields, while wagons have been drawn together, precious traded cloth stretched between them and propped up to make little feast halls and gathering places.

The scent of cooking meat competes with the sweet-and-sour smell of fermenting berry mash, while a few valuable glazed urns of more refined wine chill, half-submerged in the river with several Nanx Fighting People standing guard.

In typical Nanx fashion, anyone who shows up is expected to pitch their camp wherever makes sense to them, and the Nanx present welcome any to come eat and drink. Meanwhile Shaman Delce and several other Shamans mostly wait by the water, where rough hewn seats circle a very large fire ring...which only has a small campfire burning right now.