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>The civilisation gets +0.04 Militarism
>The civilisation gets +5 Education
>The civilisation gets -5 Health, Cohesion and Happiness.
It is decided that the ways of the Anamilivic and Crodrocravic should be tolerated, while the Roprotavic should be convinced on the error of their ways, before they become too numerous.
Many of the Sitrunic who still cling to orthodox teachings are unhappy with this decision – Sitrun was the favourite daughter of An, her word was without fault. How are they supposed to live alongside these unbelievers, who insist that she was simply the first saint to rule alongside a chieftain? The more scholarly tribesmen are quietly grateful for this choice, however – many of them had grown tired of being asked to interpret the parables of Sitrun, when there was simply no sense to be found in them. As the Crodrocravic grow more populous, the chiefdom will come to disregard her apicultural nonsense and focus on more sensible subjects.
As for the Anamilivic, many of the Croglatovic are quietly pleased by this development, especially the Vuvovic. Balance has been restored, or so they quietly whisper to each other. The blood-drinkers serve as teachers, who reintroduce the practices of hematophagy and ritual scarification to these new scions. This leads to an increase in illnesses and infections, as these customs are not conducive to good health. Despite this, Anamilivic men learn how to embody Il from the blood-drinkers and become more martial and domineering, to serve as the counterpart to the kind and nurturing women who devote themselves to the way of An.
In the end though, the drobrac can breathe a sigh of relief. The sisterhood shall remain the heart of Croglatovic religion, while these Roprotavic dissenters shall be pushed to the fringes of society. The priestesses are free to preach to the masses about the falsehoods of these faithless wretches, who dare to borrow the name of their progenitors. Within a decade, any influence that the Roprotavic once had is annihilated and the faction fades into obscurity, never to be heard from again.
Twenty-five years pass.
Brotascal has passed away and been replaced by Tagudil, his young son who has only recent achieved adulthood and is very much a populist, eager to please the masses at almost any cost. At this point, Traclan has become the mother of six children, all of which still live to this day – truly, the Allmother must favour her. She is now a celebrated drobran and has become a staunch Sitrunic traditionalist.
At the latest great feast, the two rulers wish to discuss the growing settlement of Ancron with the council. Almost a thousand people live permanently on this patch of land, where the Croglatol flows into the Choslitol. Hundreds of structures have popped up along the shore over the course of the last century and transformed it into a maze of twisting, turning alleyways.
