Category:LBK

''We were Dniestians originally. Almost three moons ago, our homes were razed by the beastly tarpan-men from the East. They breathed flame on our huts and sliced our kin with ochre axes.''

''Our long-term trade partners and good friends, the Cris, vouched safe passage for us through the lands beneath the stones-that-tower. I can only praise the hospitality of the people who live there but those madmen burn their own villages and offend the goddess with their well-intended but misguided worship.''

''Our journey took us through the Gates of Danube, and along the river. By this point, we had traded away most of our non-essentials as payment for travel and hospitality. By the time we got to the Trypillian border, we had little to pay these costs aside services: undesirable jobs or teaching skills to the locals.''



''Half our number decided to press on, and get a head start on making a home. We agreed with the others to travel until the earth stops reaching for the sky. We will find a good site for a home and build the essentials. In one moon, the rest of our tribe will join us.''