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Chapter One

Event from Xiuhpili

Message sent to Everyone in the vicinity of Overroot

Sprinting, the hunters pursued their prey through the barren plains of Overroot. Five men had taken a risk journeying so far from their village, but the chief went himself on the expedition, so the four bravest warriors of the village could do no less than accompany him. After the latest eruption from Volcano Nightscree, the tribes of Evenfell could no longer supply the nomadic hunters with aid in their scarce winter months. Food had been nonexistent for several weeks, and many people of Xiuhpili's village had died of hunger and sickness. The chieftain closed his eyes to feel the wind and the trembling of the earth, leading him to the place where the large meaty beasts usually rested. This time, he could feel several heavy beasts moving in one direction. He was satisfied, and called his fellow hunters to follow the herd. The trail was long and the hard, brittle earth of Overroot made the men's feet sore from continued running. But their goal was nearby, and they would not return without food. Xiuhpilli sighed as he thought about his family, and his son who had become one of the priests. He silently prayed for their safety, especially for his son. As if it knew the state of his mind, the sun took on a blood red hue as the hunters steadily traveled west.

Xiuhpili (Chieftain of Overroot)

Event from Tlacelel

Message sent to Everyone in the vicinity of Grympen Mire

The drumbeats emanating from the southern swamps were growing louder and nearer everyday as the cold and unforgiving winter famine claimed more people everyday. In their desperation, many of Chief Tlacelel’s villagers took refuge in the swamps where the superstitious cultists made crude dwellings from thick mud and slime. Tlacelel scoffed silently at the folly of those villagers, knowing well that there would be no food for the winter unless they worked for it. Those lazy fools who thought they could perform rituals to their deities were pathetic. The proud and heroic chieftain, who led his village to victory against several enemies both originating among the Zuma tribes and from foreign lands, held in low regard those who were unwilling to put any effort into improving their lives. Several children cried as the drumbeats rose in a steady crescendo, and any attempts to pacify them were in vain. Tlacelel forced himself to remain patient, though the effort was straining and with every passing day devoid of food, frustrations magnified. His hunters were near the point of mutiny, having found no tracks of any game in the eight days of marching, and they were becoming tired of slowing their pace to allow the women, children, elderly, and sick villagers to keep up. The chief felt hunger creeping up, and as he looked back towards the villagers, he knew that, if no food was found soon, there would be many difficult sacrifices to be made.

Tlacelel (Chieftain of Grympen Mire)

Event from Necalli

Message sent to Everyone in the vicinity of Underroot

There was word from the runners sent to the north to scout the lands of Overroot that a small hunting party was following the game trail. What made this news interesting to Chief Necalli was that the runners all reported seeing Chief Xiuhpili among the hunters. The two chiefs’ villages were never friends, but were rarely in conflict, so Necalli thought it best to find Xiuhpili’s party and combine their resources. A lone thought crossed Necalli’s mind as he and his hunting party ran north through the frozen barrens of Underroot to Overroot. He recalled that Xiuhpili’s son was a priest, but he forgot where and in what capacity he served. Such a thought was unnecessary on the hunt, and the chief quickly discarded the thought, focusing solely on meeting with Xiuhpili’s party.

Necalli (Chieftain of Underroot)

Event from Yaotl

Message sent to Everyone in the vicinity of Evenfell

The harvest was destroyed by the untimely eruption of Volcano Nightscree, but the river flowing from the intimidating Dragon’s Roost fortunately did not freeze, and the fish were as abundant as ever. Chief Yaotl had heard that the outlying villages of Grympen Mire, Overroot, and Underroot were experiencing starvation, but he did not care much for them. His people were well-fed, and that was all that concerned him.

Yaotl (Chieftain of Evenfell)