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Amazon Challenge: Tribe Asteria
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I've seen a lot of people doing their Amazon Challenges as stories and thought I might have a go 
I'll start with an introduction first.
This is my Creator, Veronique Asteria:
Her two tattoos signify her rank, and the bracelet will be passed on to her successor. I chose black because it's my favourite colour, but also because black is a colour of power.
This is Ambrose Thrall, my first slave:
And this is Dmitri Thrall:
Slaves wear grey because grey is boring. All slaves will wear leather cuffs around their wrists where possible, and only tribe-born males will ever have a tattoo.
I'll start with an introduction first.This is my Creator, Veronique Asteria:
Her two tattoos signify her rank, and the bracelet will be passed on to her successor. I chose black because it's my favourite colour, but also because black is a colour of power.
This is Ambrose Thrall, my first slave:
And this is Dmitri Thrall:
Slaves wear grey because grey is boring. All slaves will wear leather cuffs around their wrists where possible, and only tribe-born males will ever have a tattoo.
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The story truly begins, however, with the arrival of a Shaman – a woman trained in the art of prophecy and the divines. She arrived one moonless night, washing up onto the beach just in front of the Amazon village. A slave found her the next morning and rushed to inform the Creator.
The Shaman was weak, starving and dehydrated – and heavily pregnant. Between sips of fresh water, she told a tale of horror. She spoke of war and destruction, of an army of men dressed in metal. They had attacked her tribe with no provocation, taking the slaves and killing the women.
The Creator was troubled. She had lost contact with several of her sister tribes over the years, and she had simply thought they had become too busy. Now, however, she had cause to believe it was something much more sinister.
The Shaman was questioned relentlessly by both the Scholar and the Creator over the following week. She gave the answers she could – she had been in the forest, collecting special herbs to help with the pains of her pregnancy at the time of the attack. She had felt as though something was amiss, but had arrived too late to save any of her tribe. What else was she to do? She had fled.
It became clear that the Scholar would not survive giving birth to her child as the days passed and she became weaker instead of stronger. The day her daughter was born was the day she took her last breath; the moment her daughter wailed, healthy and strong, was the moment a name fell from the Shaman’s lips.
The baby was passed into the care of the Provider. It was she who was the first to notice that the child’s eyes were not… normal. The pupils were slitted like a cats’, and the colour was unearthly. But she was just a baby, and the Provider decided the abnormalities made no difference – her duty was to care for the children, and that was exactly what she did.
It continued this way until the baby became a child. The Scholar had never had much to do with the children, for she was absorbed in learning. Most days, she never left her library except for meals. She was the second member of the tribe who became aware of the child’s abnormalities, and it was she who reacted.
She caught the child in an iron grip and dragged her to the river. Before she could throw the child in, however, the Creator arrived. Behind her trailed the pale-faced Provider. The Scholar, who had realised the Provider had to have known, attacked her.
Perhaps you have already realised what happened next. Perhaps you have not. The short version is this: the once great tribe fractured and destroyed itself before the metal-dressed men ever appeared. And the child? The one with the strange eyes?
She escaped south, following the river until her feet began to bleed. She found herself a piece of land, and she attracted two slaves with eyes that were just like hers. Together, they vowed to create the most prosperous tribe in history.
So this is just a backstory for my current Creator. Let me know what you think
> Thank you :smiley:
Also I noticed you are a fellow cat lover! I love cats too! And um...maybe you could help me out if you know how you become a member is their a certain amount of posts or what?
Thankfully it wasn't this game that got deleted. Cats are awesome!
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Ambrose was creative and a fantastic gardener. He insisted on wearing a rather odd outfit, which Veronique allowed because she’d rather hard working slaves than fashionable ones.
Dmitri, on the other hand, was a very cheerful individual. He was quick to pick up on different skills, and avidly flaunted his good looks. He wore the customary grey of his old tribe, with a black ring on his finger to signify the fact that he was a breeding slave.
Veronique and her slaves worked hard to create a place for themselves to call home. When completed, the compound consisted of two buildings; one for Veronique, and one for the slaves. Behind the slaves’ hut was the garden, and behind Veronique’s building was the eating area.
As Creator, Veronique knew she needed to work on her logic skill. She was already quite proficient with her charisma and handiness, but there was always room for improvement. She took a seat at the new chess table and began to play.
The slaves, meanwhile, decided that they had to work on their fitness. Both men went for a jog around the neighbourhood, finding plenty of good fishing spots around their new home.
After their jog, Dmitri and Ambrose went their separate ways. Dmitri decided to show his Creator his worth as an artist.
Ambrose focused on the garden.
Sometime later, Veronique ordered some food to be prepared. Ambrose, who was working in the garden, was quick to put on some hot dogs. But alas!
Luckily for Ambrose, Veronique heard his screams and hurried to save him.
Dmitri, on the other hand….
After tending to his wounds and washing away the soot, Ambrose cautiously approached the grill. He gingerly dropped more hot dogs onto the grill and cringed away. The meat sizzled, but didn’t catch fire. With a sigh of relief, Ambrose continued cooking, proudly serving the sausages to Veronique and Dmitri.
I haven't abandoned this, I've just been hoping it would magically start working again. I'll update as soon as possible!
> Hello all, just an update: For some reason, I can't seem to access this save anymore. It just keeps loading, never actually getting to the game. So I'm restarting the game, but using the same characters so the story will still be relevant.
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> I haven't abandoned this, I've just been hoping it would magically start working again. I'll update as soon as possible!
Oh not cool. Do you have to activate something to use your CC? Sorry, just a lurker that was watching the thread, hope you get it fixed though! Its a great start!
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