The Forest

Their is 10 tribes, each on gives a tribute. The tribes are: Northern tribe: Hunters, warriors, forgers, best adapted for winter. North Eastern Tribe: Hunters, Fishers, builders, well adapted for winter. Eastern Tribe: Farmers, Fishers, builders, well adapted for Spring. South Eastern Tribe: Fishers, Farmers, Gatherers, Rationers, well adapted for Spring, summer and autumn. Southern Tribe: Gatherers, Farmers, builders, Rationers, best adapted for summer and autumn. South Western Tribe: Fishers, best adapted fo summer. Western Tribe: Farmers, builders, well adapted for spring and autumn. North western Tribe: Hunters, buildiers, well adapted for winter and autumn. North Central Tribe: Warriors, farmers, builders, hunters, analytics and management, don't exceed in season, well prepared for all of them. South Central Tribe: Warriors, builders, scholars, well prepared for spring, summer and autumn.

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After the first year, all the leaders of the settlement, came together to decide what to do. They came to the conclusion that sacrificing people to the forest would keep the land fertil and dark times would never arrive again. Every year, during winter, a person of each tribe is selected as tribute. Then they all travel into the forest. The result has remained the same. They don't return, and life blooms in spring. So far the tradition remains and their seems to be no plans of stopping anytime soon.

When the settlers arrived, a dense forest surrounded by dead trees was near the new village. No one dared enter, even animals cower from it. During hunts, when cornered between the hunters and the forest, animals always choose the hunters. Something deeply unsettling for everyone. It often is thick with mist, cold even in summer, silent. Like no life was in it.

More than five centuries ago, many tribes of all around the continent traveled to these lands, fleeing from the wars wagged by the many kingdoms and empires. After traveling forany months,they arrived to a land up north, unknown to the rest of the continent. It bloomed with life, crops were beyond in quality and quantity like they had never seen before. They shared the lands, uniting into one tribe. They shared there knowledge and culture, forging a paradise secluded from the greedy eyes of Kings. Then. Winter came, it was as cold as you would expect so far north, but what came after, was not expected. Spring arrived, but no life came with it. Harsh times followed. Poor crops, sick animals, little to no rain. When winter came once more, everyone was desperate. So desperate infact, a group finally dared to enter the forest. They never returned, but something did change. When spring arrived, it was blooming with life once again.