Remgad Journeyman
Remgad looked down from the cliff.
It was sunset, and the orange sun seemed to drop from the sky. Clouds of pink and red took up the sky, becoming far-away mountain ranges one could dream about.
Remgad looked down, to the Mudokon Village in the valley beneath him.
They were a primitive people, their huts were small and made of weak wood. Remgad's own village had large, spacious huts made of the strong dark wood of his land. He could teach this tribe to make much better dwellings.
The tribe had barely begun to investigate the pink rubies that was embedded into the cliff that they lived near to. Remgad could teach them how to use it in tomahawks, and fight the sligs that were coming from the east.
This tribe hadn't even given themselves a name, for it would have been marked on every tree's bark within a mile. They had been slaughtered by the sligs, and had no weapons to protect themselves. The spooce they grew in their fields were small and poor, unlike the large spoocebushes of Remgad's tribe.
He would teach this tribe many things, and they would name him a king. Remgad found the trail down to the village, and with his walking stick in hand he started down to meet the tribemuds.
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