Where Anyone is Possible
*Yes, Dragons. Great winged serpents that destroy towns and eat innocent people. And with them, came the Dragon Cults. Followers of The Great Serpent. A powerful religious leader in former Brazil. The empire spans all the way down to Peru and into Mexico. And this is where our story begins. Settlers and religious men and women made the journey through The Great Desert and made their way into North America. Their mission: Discover new peoples to trade with and convert them. Whether or not they will succeed is another matter entirely. Several large groups had been sent out by The Great Serpent and few made it out of the sands alive. But those who did were just now taking their first steps into the great forests of a foreign land.* YAAAAAAAWN. How much longer do we have to walk? *A young man would ask. Looking to be no older than 17. An older, scruffy looking man with a thick beard would answer.* Shiryan will show us the way, son. Have faith in our protectors. *He would look back and grin at the boy before stepping up onto a rock and looking through the woods. In the distance, he would see something none of them had ever seen before. A savage creature was sprinting through the trees ahead. And the moment this happened, the Dragon soared overhead. Moments later, letting out a resounding roar that could be heard all the way to the Ice Kingdom perhaps. The older man would cheer and the young man would sigh exhaustedly and drop his pack, setting it down on the ground.* Ugh! Finally! *The older man stood atop the rock with his arms outstretched and a face full of zeal and would shout.* We hear you, oh great one! We shall settle here by your divine mandate! *There were warriors in this group as well. Men and women with blades and bows. Wearing pelts. Likely from humanoid tribes that refused to worship the same gods. Or slaves. One of the warriors was a tall, strong man with snake tattoos all over his bald head and body. Obviously a warriors priest of some kind. There were 8 women and 10 men. The group had significantly diminished in the desert but they survived and now find themselves here. And so it shall be.* Can you feel it, Gor?! The great one is with us! *Another roar in the distance heading west*
*The tattooed man would smell her strangeness. Something foreign to all of them. She was nearby, he knew this and so did the other warriors. They had to be such keen trackers and spotters to protect the groups they were assigned to. They were the best of their people and they would make it known. The tall bald man would take out his large axe and motion for 4 others to follow him.* Set up a perimeter! Search for threats! *And the other 4 would indeed walk off on patrol, looking for any signs of tribes nearby that may become an issue in the future if they were to stay there. The tall, bald man would go towards the north. However, it would be a long, long time before he even got to the tribes there. He was here instead. And so, he would make the decision as did the other warriors on patrol. The older man would speak to the boy and the others there.* Come, come. Let us setup here. Tents and a firepit.
*Hm. Something was definitely here. The bald man would sniff the air and smell it. Standing right where she was before, he'd look around, peering through the woods. And he did indeed see the rustling of fauna leading away from the camp. Cowards. In any case whoever they were, it was likely just a tribesman. One of the savages. He did not doubt the possibility of them being in this land. He would whistle to the other warriors on patrol and would return to the camp, talking among themselves once again. Doing dragon cult stuff.*