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>The civilisation gets +5 Education.
There is no need to manipulate the public's perception of this event. The Slawik once existed and now they do not. Mourning, celebrating, mocking, scaremongering – all of these are unnecessary. All events such as this shall be recorded for posterity's sake and the people shall be allowed to react however they wish.
All known records related to the thin folk are compiled in a particular section of the House of Truth, while anyone with any experience regarding the Slawik or knowledge about them are called to the Bruliscan, to have their statements recorded. All of this information is written in clay tablets, slate slabs and copper plates, so that the thin folk may be remembered for as long as the House of Truth stands – for centuries, if not millennia.
As the years go by, more of the Choslitol is settled by the Croglatovic. The villages that had already been established along the river's length are visited by emissaries of the chiefdom and given the opportunity to become a part of it. Almost all of them accept the offer and those who refuse the offer are so few in number that they are driven off with ease, so that their territory may be claimed by pioneers from the great lake.
>The civilisation gets +913 Population.
>The civilisation gets +0.5% Rate of Growth.
>The civilisation gets +5 Health.
With the assimilation of these villages and the rehabilitation of more thralls with every year that passes, the slave population continues to drop. Though it is still substantial, it is far more manageable than it was a decade ago.
>The civilisation gets +5 Security.
During the wintery months at the start of 13 Dadravatim, an elderly man who served in the Brulicruvic dies. His name was Sagal Ichidac and he joined the Truthguard a few years before the great flood occurred, and only retired after the chiefdom's reformation. During his twilight years, he wrote stories for his grandchildren that were based upon all of the triumphs, tribulations and tragedies that the warrior caste experienced.
Sagal's tales are somewhat fantastical. He writes of Scagravic sorcerers who bent trees to their will, of Bruguvic witches who dulled the minds of the masses with elixirs, and of his closest comrades, each of whom was blessed by the gods in some shape or form. Despite this, his stories were beloved not just by his grandchildren, but by the entirety of his family, even grown men and women. One of his sons, Rutadal Ichidac, took it upon himself to compile these tales and share them with the rest of the chiefdom.
Throughout spring and summer, Rutadal takes to the arenas of Ancron and recites Sagal's saga for anyone who is willing to hear it. He calls it the <span class="mu-s">Cruvidumiscil</span> – <span class="mu-i">One Soldier's Story</span>. It's a hit. By the time that autumn arrives, his recitals regularly attract an audience of over a hundred men and women of all ages.
