Primordial Evolution Game/Fo'wil
A Tribe of the Western Continent.
Plains Frowgmen tribe of the Frilla Woods. They are friendly and have an interest in trading. Having neutral relations with the Tundra Frowgmen, they acknowledged their similarity and were open to trading between them. Their dress was exceptional using various dyes and accessories.
Technology[edit]
The Frowgmen have embraced the art of dyeing their silks and hides over the centuries. Tribes have varied colors and designs based on personal taste and cultural relevance. This frogman has 4 bord feathers tethered to his cap dyed yellow as a show of praise from the matriarch.
Exceptional hunters may have more festive adornments in multiple fans on their caps and favored spears. The spears as usual are made with frilla vine and bark, allowing the warriors to send electric currents through them while they're fresh. The spearheads are still made from the non-tribal hoppa beak bones as a sort of vintage preference over newer flint spearheads.
Fo'wil Huts are interwoven out of frilla vine and root, some which may root itself back and continue to grow. The prospect of a living house tree is silly but some fanatics try anyway. The entrance is a hoppa silk curtain dyed in the tribe's colors. Sometimes the side of the buildings have family banners and adornments advertising their status and trade in a tribe.
Culture and Belief System[edit]
Their culture has been a renaissance over the ages, art and sport flourish. A rudimentary script of pie-chart like circles and fractions has been invented, inspired by the frilla wood cuttings which are used to print them. The frilla plant matters having become stronger have allowed for more intricate weapons, such as double-hoppa glaives and throwing hatchets. Chirurgy has been making quite an advancement as glund shells are lacquered with saps and resin to endure long generations of use, some sets of armor becoming practical tribal heirlooms. Fashion has gone little in the way of change.
History and Legends[edit]
The Mevola have been spotted through the frilla forest's western borders. These plantfolk were unlike the gentle violet frilla that they nurture and receive nurture in turn. They we ravenous, massive, ungainly and frightening. Attacking those who'd dare leave the forest canopies. Fortification work begin as erection of log and root walls enclosing the gaps between their grove begins. They are electrically stimulated into binding and weaving, a trait that makes their union with the frilla one of a kind. Their northern brothers surely share a similar one with the arctic offshoots.
They spoke of the Mevolans as boogeymen to scare naughty children. The Fo'wil attempt some form of peace offering in the form of silk and weaved wares. But, as they sighted the Mevolans, the young envoys' fear overwhelmed them, and they left the baskets and silk on the western edge of the forest.
The Fo'wil continue producing trade wares and began to hunt the glund for their meat and hides. A trade caravan rides out on their mega hoppas through the forest with guard escorts armed with incendiaries to meet them on the border. Attempts to domesticate Ramel from northern frowg trades have ended in tragedy, refraining from acquisition of the elusive ramel blades except during the seasonal trades with their burly cousins. The artisans craft festive garbs, capes, and flexible rootmail armors to present to the K'Lahk and Lem for ramel parts and luxurious tundra frilla tuft furs. One of the younger artisans ruined the silk by dipping the silk in hot water. Little Wopie is now grounded. Other than that, the Fo'wil managed to forage raw materials and food, and they traded this instead at the trade meet.
The southern frowgmagnon have been going through gradual changes over the centuries, becoming leaner and tall with every strife that tested their agility and dexterous mettle. Their hind webbings have vanished but left behind bony spurs on their powerful legs, promoting a form of martial unarmed combat using legwork and their filed claws. Their four forelimbs have lost their bulk in favor of finer handling of tools and weapons. Their tails have atrophied as their stance depended less and less on leaning on it for support.
The Fo'will eldest and strongest follow the masses of eldest trees in their migration as a sign of a new oncoming era. The trees have sheltered their people from the sun long and far, giving them exceptional nocturnal senses along with their various other perceptive abilities in the hazy twilit forests. Today a party Fo'wil trailblazers set out on their hoppa mounts on a long journey through the southern swamp lands. The Matriarch believes they need to expand toward the rarely strayed southern forests and make their commune and claim with the frilla spirit. Their journey to the Frilla-trees have stopped halfway through, stopping at the edge of the Frilla forest. Lack of food is the culprit.
When the Ta'mirel came to their tribe, they asked for ancient secrets about themselves. This is recorded in The Fo'wil teach the Ta'mirel