A group of natives stood with bows and javelins in their hands. The sun was out, shining down on their light-brown skin and braided, black hair. Everyone in the village was gathered, n in front, followed by the won, then the children. Ahead of them, on the horizon, a sea of people was approaching. Whats going on, chief?
I dont know, the leader of the village said with a grim expression on his face. Red war paint was sared across his cheeks. The great spirit of the bear has abandoned us. He isnt answering our calls at all. Perhaps, this is the end of our tribe.
anwhile, in the sea of people, the leaders encouraged their n to work faster. After spending a day and a night cutting through the forest, they finally caught sight of a human settlent. However, there wasnt a statue of Feathered Serpent. One of the leaders of the n walking the path of god shouted, Feathered Serpent mustve gone this way! Hes always flown in a straight line! If hes not in this village, then he mustve flown past. Either Feathered Serpent has chosen to abandon these people, or they were never sick in the first place. Before we decide whether to wage war or not, we shall speak with them; let them tell us where Feathered Serpent has gone!
A few monts later, a string of n ca forward, approaching the leaders. Since the path makers all belonged to different tribes and regions that Feathered Serpent had visited, there was bound to be differences in their languages. However, by finding n who understood more than one language, they could guarantee communication between every party. Weve found soone who understands the language of the people in this region. Communication shouldnt be a problem.
Excellent, one of the leaders said. Well advance first, greeting those tribesn first. The leaders and a sizable group of n stepped forward, ahead of the n who were clearing out a road. Next to the leaders, the string of translators followed closely.
At the village, the chief gestured for his people to take up arms. Stay back! State your intentions!
After a few strings of translations, the last translator said to the leaders, They want to know why we are here.
The main leader nodded. Tell them we want to know if theyve seen Feathered Serpent.
One translator turned to another, translating the leaders words into one the second translator could understand. Have you seen the god, Feathered Serpent?
The second translator turned to the third translator. Have you seen Feathered Serpent?
The third translator turned to the fourth translator. Have your people encountered Feathered Serpent?
The fourth translator turned to the fifth translator. Do you know where the great god who flies in the sky in the form of a serpent is? Hes feathered.
The fifth translator turned to the sixth translator. Where is the feathered, flying serpent!?
The sixth translator turned to the seventh translator. Let us see the floating serpent!
And the seventh translator turned towards the village chief. He pointed a finger at him and shouted, Do you dare to let us see your turds float!?
A baffled expression appeared on the village chiefs face. In fact, said expression appeared on everyones face behind him as well. The chief cleared his throat and looked at his people. Well, he said, drawing out the word. Does anyone dare let them see? He cleared his throat before anyone could respond. Then he turned back and pointed at the translator. Is that really what you wish to see?
The seventh translator turned towards the sixth translator. Are you sure you want to see? Itll cost you!
The sixth turned towards the fifth. Can you afford it? Pay us, and well let you see!
The fifth turned towards the fourth. Pay us a lot and well tell you!
The fourth turned towards the third. This knowledge is expensive. Bring out your goods.
The third turned towards the second. Well tell you what we saw if you pay us a great sum.
The second turned towards the first. Well tell you if you pay us.
The first turned towards the leaders. If we pay them money, then theyll let us know which way he went.
The leaders went red in the face as their muscles bristled. With the puny group of n they have, they dare to resist? They wish to extort us!? Slaughter them all! Teach these ungrateful heretics what it ans to blasphe the na of Feathered Serpent! Well pave the path of god with their flesh and bones!
The village chiefs eyes bulged out of his head when he saw everyone amongst the sea of people take out weapons. They really want to see our floating turds! he shouted at his people. Quick! Everyone who needs to poop, hurry up and do it! Even if you dont have to, try to show them! Theyll kill us if they arent happy!
The villagers were dismayed, but they spread out and lowered their weapons while turning around. Their actions caused the leaders of the path makers to call for a stop. What are they doing? the main leader asked. Is this a pre-battle custom they partake in? The villagers lowered their loincloths and grass skirts, and the leader wrinkled his nose in disgust. How vile! Theyre, theyre tainting the path of god with their filth! What are you all waiting for!? Hurry up and exterminate them!
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Oh, Vur said and blinked. He was standing in the middle of a plains with a spirit buffalo and spirit bear cowering before him.
Yes, great lord? the spirit bear asked with his head lowered. Is he not to your satisfaction? I guarantee hes more eloquent than I am!
No, its not that, Vur said. He glanced at his front paw. Deedee, we forgot to leave so statues behind. We have to make this one extrely large so Tafel can find us anyway if she followed the previous ones.
Diamant sighed. Alright. Give a mont.
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