Which Lodge is calling to you!

You try to be very gentle as you fish out the old scrolls and parchments, the history is irreplaceable.

Moving quickly, you catch the spears and arrows as they float away, you can’t be sure who might attack in the confusion.

You grab for all the bedding, pots and pans and food that the elder was carrying. Life must go on!

You sit in the inner circle surrounded by the smoke and dust. You don’t want to miss a word when the storytellers start.

Grabbing a skin of ice wine you sit with your friends, just far enough out of the fire for it not to affect your eyes.

You sit beside the cook pots, in case the children start play too close to the fire.

You skip the counsel, gather up some supplies and head out, tracking the attackers through the night.

Making an impassioned speech you urge that the children and the elders be moved to a village upcoast for their safety.

You vote to wait and research in the histories, has this tribe ever attacked before?

A chance to talk to the other tribes is so rare! Just think of everything you can trade for!

Sharing news with the other tribes brings so much information about possible threats or new movements of the animals.

Nothing ties the People together as beautifully as the ceremony at the start of the hunt.