I didn't know where to put this, but yeah I lost my first game of King of Dragon Pass It took about 2 hours to play, I could have done better but here is my first sorry tale lol!
Ancient Lore During the marriage of Orlanth and Ernalda, the Anmangarn men whooped and drank with Orlanth, making Orlanth our main deity.
Our clan’s earliest famous event was the Healing of Orlanth, when Chalana Arroy joined the Storm Tribe.
During the Storm Age, we added strangers to our clan as thralls. Our worst enemies in those days were the elves.
We were originally a Balanced Clan.
At the Dawn, we first awakened Ernalda, the Mother Goddess.
Our attitude toward dragons and their ilk was positive; we sought understanding between the two peoples and entered into their dragon knowledge.
1329 We made the dangerous trek to Dragon Pass, and claimed more land than we needed, to grow into. We built a clan hall, some steads, and a shrine to Orlanth. But when we left Heortland, we lost much of our connection with the gods.
1330 The alynx spirits chased off the vermin spirits; there would be few rats this year.
The Issaries priestess Sora Goodseller came to our clan and asked if we had any white horses to trade. We had no white horses.
Acting as our emissary, Kulbrast asked the Gorinds to make good on the obligation they owed us, and provide us with cattle. Kulbrast asked for a half again as many cows as custom demanded. The Gorind carls seemed much affronted by this request. Their chief, Wilms, said he would give us no more than custom required. Kulbrast asked for no more and no less than the usual amount. The Gorinds gave us the cattle without further complaint.
Eonislara, betrothed to Jorator of the Greenwing clan, was seduced by Korol, the notorious troublemaking poet of the Heran clan. We went to the Herani and said that we expected Korol to marry her. “You mistake my intentions,” Korol said. “I meant not to eat the whole cake, but merely to sample the dough.” When our people heard this, they were outraged.
We raided the Herani and eluded their patrols. We drove the Herani from the battlefield, and were able to plunder their tula. We celebrated the humbling of lecherous Korol’s clan.
The Horse Nomads raided us. Varsens drove off a group of Horse Nomads who were attempting to circle behind us. We drove the Horse Nomads off, and their survivors left without plundering our tula.
Eonislara turned out to be pregnant. Her kinfolk were embarrassed. We left the matter to her kinfolk. People were happy that the ring did not interfere.
Explorers found the warrior Nallindia, who fled from the injustice of the Pharaoh, and said we should give her asylum. We adopted her as a weaponthane. The people were glad to welcome a foe of the Pharaoh.
The harvest was plentiful.
Bolik, a thane of the Heran clan, complained that Bastakos insulted him, and said there would be a feud if we did not punish our trickster. We removed Bastakos from the ring. Bolik was pleased by our justice, and the people were happy that Bastakos’s insults would no longer seem to come from the entire clan.
Enjossi complained that his wife Ernaldinni dishonored him by interrupting a duel with Kurash of the Isoltings. The clan ring said that Ernaldinni had Enjossi’s best interests at heart. “Tell that to the goose-egg on my head!” Enjossi protested. We scolded her. She said a dishonored husband was better than a dead husband, and that it was none of our business anyway. As for Enjossi and Kurash, they eventually clashed again, but neither was skilled enough to do more than wind the other, and they let the matter drop.
1331 The omens implied a good year for hunting.
Our scouts found a strange clan of beast folk who were like ducks.
We raided the Rune Ducks and eluded their patrols. Moved by the crying of Rune Duck mothers and babies, our warriors let them keep their land. Nallindia distinguished herself in the fighting.
Yinkin cultists offered to perform a ritual which would make better hunters out of our alynxes. They would be better able to kill disease-bearing forest rats, or so the Yinkini said. We offered them alynx kittens. They were honored, and inspected the kittens carefully. The leader’s brow furrowed, and sadness washed over his face. “I’m very sorry,” he said, “but these are descendants of Doubleshadow the Worthless. You’d be best to simply let them loose outside your tula. Yinkin would not honor such a gift.” We asked what their price was. It was satisfactory, and we came to an agreement. They gathered our alynxes together, and successfully performed their Yinkin ritual.
One of our carls was found dead, a victim of secret murder. The clan ring suspected that there were Chaos cultists within our own clan, and that they had slain Voskandora. Orlaront interrogated the people, and realized that our suspicions were wrong. There were no Chaos cultists in our clan. The people were relieved to hear this conclusion.
Nobles from the Heran clan warned us that they were starting a feud against us. We apologized for past wrongs. The nobles haughtily ignored our words. “Only blood will wash away the memory of your past insults,” they said, as they departed.
Varsens could not persuade the Rune Ducks to create a new trading route.
Foul weather turned back our trading caravan bound for the Boskovi clan.
Rostakos urged us to find a bride for him. The clan ring refused him. He said he would keep asking, for there was nothing more important to him than finding a bride. The people were sad for him.
Explorers from our clan found the body of a dragonewt warrior lying in a stream bed. We gave it to the Enhyli.
Kulbrast could not persuade the Blue Jays to create a new trading route.
1332 The god-talkers predicted good calving.
Acting as our emissary, Brenna asked the Antorlings to make good on the obligation they owed us, and provide us with cattle. Brenna asked for no more and no less than the usual amount. The Antorlings gave us the cattle without complaint.
The young farmer Orendal reported that his stead was haunted. We sent for shamans to banish the ghost. No shamans came. We built Orendal a new stead. Even as we raised the timbers of the new stead, we heard the groaning of the ghost. It had moved, following poor Orendal’s family. The half-built stead was abandoned. We conducted a divination. The spirits of our ancestors said that this ghost was sent by the Herani to vex us, as part of their feud against us. We launched a legal claim against the ghost. The ghost claimed that it could not oblige us by leaving the stead, for it had promised the Herani that it would vex us. “They sacrificed a sheep to me, and so I cannot answer your suit without opening myself up to a countersuit by the Herani.” The ring took no further action, and the people were afraid.
A bold young warrior named Gardrostan sought a duel with a champion of our clan. We told Gardrostan that we would permit only a duel to first blood. He insulted our bravery. Korlmar accepted his challenge. The two fought a ferocious battle that seemed to go on for hours. Finally, our champion struck a harder blow than intended as Gardrostan turned the wrong way. Although we tried to heal the bold young fighter, it was too late, and he expired.
Outlaws blocked our caravan to the Isolting clan. Garrath stood firm, keeping the outlaws from taking anything.
Garrath could not persuade the Isoltings to create a new trading route.
Prominent weaponthanes from the Greenwing and Isolting clans came to urge our weaponthanes to help them kill Jarnandar, King of the Colymar tribe. We heard them out, then warned Jarnandar of the plot against him. He thanked us, gave us a gift of silver rings, and told us that the Colymar owed us a favor. A week later, he raided the Greenwing clan. Three weeks after that, the Isoltings felt his wrath. The raids were vicious and bloody, and it was not the Colymar who suffered in them.
The Hendarti sought our help when elves demanded the right to worship at their shrine to Flamal. We sought out the elves and offered them compensation instead of temple rights. “Have what we need. Nothing we wish more than access to Flamal’s powers.”
Randan Korlmarson walked past a great rock in the back pastures of our tula. One day it spoke to him. It claimed to be named Tarard Riel, and to be the guardian spirit of the local hills. We asked the spirit to prove itself. Horrified, we learned that it spoke false — it was not the protective spirit it claimed to be. We decided that it would be best if the spirit were returned to its ancient slumber. Elgane performed a ritual, and no one heard the rock speak again.
We discovered a large cache of bones and ivory in one of our tula’s valleys.
While exploring our tula, we found traces of an ancient battle. We conducted a divination. The spirits of our ancestors could not tell us of this old battlefield; it was part of someone else’s history. We went to other clans and bragged about this find. Our neighbors were much impressed.
1333 Trickster magic might be more reliable this year.
Janstan’s ability at animal husbandry was acknowledged to be of heroic level.
Farad said he had been given poor hospitality among the Enhyli, and that they were deliberately slighting us. The ring said Farad should forget the slight. Farad listened to the words of the clan ring and agreed that he should not oblige the Enhyli by getting angry.
We were able to attract 30 new carls to the clan. They brought with them 20 children.
The pig-herder Dangmet left his grave every night to demand food from his family. We prepared a huge feast, which the revenant devoured. Then he sat back, belched, and was still. His family gave him a cheerful burial, placing heavy stones on top of his grave in case he got peckish again.
Minara had a recurring dream of a strange god-talker driving an ox cart with a statue of Orlanth. We sent Inganna to meet the ox cart at the edge of our tula. They exchanged the Greeting, and then gifts. Afterwards, Inganna was stronger and tougher. She seemed to move quicker, too.
A dragonewt came and asked for its old body back. “We don’t have your body,” we told it. We said that the Enhyli had it. It departed, heading in the direction of the Enhyli tula.
Foul weather turned back our diplomatic mission to the Blackrocks.
Hofstaring of the Hiordlings wooed and married Eonislara. He proclaimed himself lucky to find such a beautiful and fertile wife.
Foul weather turned back our diplomatic mission to the Antorlings.
Refugees came seeking aid. They said they had escaped from the Horse-Spawn. We adopted them as family.
We found fused lumps of iron in the hills nearby.
While exploring the wildlands of our own tula, our explorers found 6 cows worth of old bronze armor.
1334 The god-talkers said we would be blessed with many children this year.
The haughty horse nomads who called themselves Grazers, but we know as the Horse-Spawn, came to reclaim the refugees we had adopted. We told them we’d never seen their thralls. They swallowed our deception, and left our tula.
The Pharaoh’s sorcerers came to us looking for “Belintar’s Book,” a large tome which they say was stolen from the Pharaoh. We said, “We know nothing of this book.” They threatened us with their sorcerous implements. Then one of them told the leader that we were telling the truth. They left without uttering another word.
We sent Kulbrast with gifts to the Antorlings. They were pleased with our generosity.
An outlaw woman brought us a baby she had raised in a shield. She told us that the babe, Kallyr, would one day be a mighty warrior. We adopted not only the girl, but the woman as well.
The Horse Nomads raided us. We drove the Horse Nomads off, and their survivors left without plundering our tula.
The harvest was plentiful.
Rostakos urged us to find a bride for him. We sought a bride among the Anzarni. We arranged a marriage to a woman named Drenyan. She had been divorced several times, and was not the most comely bride. Rostakos was pleased to marry her, nevertheless.
Foul weather turned back our diplomatic mission to the Elkenvali.
Bandits robbed our trade caravans. We sacrificed to Issaries, protector of trade. The bandits went elsewhere, leaving us in peace.
Acting as our emissary, Kulbrast asked the Elkenvali to make good on the obligation they owed us, and provide us with cattle. Kulbrast asked for a half again as many cows as custom demanded. Grivton, chief of the Elkenval clan, agreed to give us the additional cattle. Many of his carls seemed sorely affronted by our request.
1335 According to the omens, the forces of Chaos were weaker this year.
Mordrim the Stout of the Greenwing clan wanted to buy our treasured bull, Blacktail. Although we could not part with the fertile bull, we did offer Mordrim’s clan Blacktail’s stud service.
Our expedition to the west returned. We learned that this place was called Beast Valley, for it was teeming with Beastfolk: minotaurs, centaurs, duck-men, fox people — even wasp people. Asborn came across a small community of minotaurs. They said to our explorers, “Many of your kind have offended us, and we have killed them. You have not done so, overmuch, so we will pardon your ignorance and spare your lives.”
We were able to attract 16 new cottars to the clan. They brought with them 21 children.
The weaponthanes complained that they had not raided in years.
We raided the Hillhavens and eluded their patrols. We were driven off and had no opportunity to obtain booty.
The Horse Nomads raided us. Leikan drove off a group of Horse Nomads who were attempting to circle behind us. We were driven from the battlefield and looted.
While plowing the fields, the carls found something strange. It was the enormous skull of some kind of dragon creature. We displayed it in a holy building.
We spotted a cattle raid by the Blue Jays. We drove the Blue Jays off, and their survivors left without plundering our tula.
We gave gifts to the Enhyli so that we could cross their tula. We raided the Herani and eluded their patrols. We were driven off and had no opportunity to obtain booty. The Herani took 12 of our women auxiliaries captive.
We ransomed our prisoners from the Herani.
The harvest was plentiful.
We were raided by the Trolls. We drove the Trolls off, and their survivors left without plundering our tula.
An aspiring poet from the Boskovi clan, Enjossi, would not stop telling a long, boring poem. Enjossi droned on until everyone fell asleep. By morning he was gone. Later, we heard that the Boskovi clan were laughing at us for listening to the awful Enjossi.
Olende spoke for the warriors when he said that they were stretched too thin, and that more fighters were needed. We sent Brenna on a mission to find the best warriors available.
Kulbrast could not persuade the Greenwings to create a new trading route.
While exploring the wildlands of our own tula, our explorers found 8 cows worth of old bronze armor.
1336 The spirits of our ancestors were peevish because we were stuck in our ways and not learning anything new.
We were raided by the Horse Nomads. Leikan led a flanking maneuver against the riders, throwing them into disarray. We drove the Horse Nomads off, and their survivors left without plundering our tula.
Odayla cultists offered to perform a ritual to make the hunting better in our area. We accepted their offer, and said we owed them a favor. They thanked us, and said that the Blue Spruces, which many of them belonged to, would one day take us up on that favor.
We were raided by the Hillhavens. Inganna had the chance to fight like a hero that day. Inganna must have offended the gods somehow, because her magic went badly astray. She collapsed in the middle of the battle without taking a visible wound. We were driven from the battlefield and looted.
Brenna returned from her recruiting mission with 3 new weaponthanes.
Uralda cultists sought aid in a great ceremony to prevent cattle sickness in a distant corner of Dragon Pass. We let them share in our clan magic. They accepted our gift and departed quickly, rushing through the customary farewells. We thought we heard sarcastic lowing as they went.
A large wild boar disturbed the pig-tenders, whose sows were sorely troubled by them. A great hunt for the boar was declared. A worthy opponent, it gored two of our men before it found a place of honor in our larder.
Foul weather turned back our diplomatic mission to the Ernaldori.
While exploring our tula, we turned up a cave with green-colored clay that we can use for making high-quality pottery.
One of the young women in the clan, Ferena, said she hears a rock speaking only to her and took to making offerings. Her mother said this was not the first such claim. We pressed Ferena’s mother, who gave more details about her odd behavior. We performed a divination, which indicated neither the rock nor Ferena were anything special. We let her continue. Ferena began spending all her time at the rock. We woke one morning to find a scrap of cloth, a splash of blood and a lock of hair.
The Bachadi stole 15 cows.
The Herani raided us. The Heran clan burned 2 steads. We drove the Herani off, and their survivors left without plundering our tula.
We could no longer afford to maintain our shrine to Urox.
1337 We couldn’t improve our chances of heroquesting with Sacred Time rituals.
The forces of cold and darkness attacked our land with snow and wind. Our herds were threatened. We sought the help of Orlanthi Wind Lords from many clans. The Wind Lords were driven back, and the demons left only when they wanted to. Our herds suffered serious losses.
The Boskovi clan offered us 40 cows worth of goods in exchange for telling them our source of green clay. They eventually agreed give us 40 cows for two large wagonloads of clay.
We were able to attract 4 new cottars to the clan. They brought with them 1 children.
We were raided by the Blue Jays. Inganna struck down a Blue Jay god-talker before the enemy was ready to fight, then collected her powers for the battle to come. She fought as if she was Vinga herself, slaying the enemy on every side. We drove the Blue Jays off, and their survivors left without plundering our tula.
Our warriors were stricken by a strange palsy. We sent for shamans. No shamans came.
Ducks came and demanded compensation for kinsmen they said we slew. We demanded tribute from them. After much squawking and shaking of tiny fists, they gave in to our demands.
The beast folk army came, and almost everyone died. Almost everything was taken from us. Despite impossible odds, we decided to soldier on.
A delegation of Beastfolk came to us and warned us that Ironhoof would come back if we offended them further. We offered them compensation. We paid them a handsome settlement.
Those left alive after the devastating attack by the Beastfolk held a sober accounting. The clan approached the ring to voice their fears. Everyone told the ring that since we lacked enough wealth, cattle, it was time to disband the clan.
Everyone quickly packed up, said their farewells, and left. Many farmers had kin nearby, and so obtained entry into neighboring clans. The weaponthanes and crafters quickly found work among the many clans. Some of the hunters joined other clans, some melted into the wildlands. A few families decided to return to Heortland. A few of these even became loyal followers of the Pharaoh, to the sorrow of those who had known and liked them here.
Vininna felt she would fit in well with the Boskovi, and indeed she did. The rest of the ring found brief haven among the Eagles before dispersing to parts unknown.
As the last clan members left the tula, one of our more poetic carls gazed back at the empty steads, ruined fortifications, and weed-encroached fields. Before turning away for the last time, he uttered our final words: “We will not be remembered as a great clan. Or even an adequate clan. If the sagas mention us at all, they will recall our terrible mistakes. We acted when we should have listened, failed to act when we should have done great deeds, and made enemies where we should have made friends. Our people are dispersed, our ring disgraced, our tula abandoned. Thus ends our sorry tale, the tale of clan Anmangarn.”