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>The civilisation gets a major demographic shift.
>The civilisation gets +5139 Population.
>The civilisation gets +0.05 Culture.
>The civilisation gets +5 Prosperity.
>The civilisation gets -5 Education, Equality and Security.
>The civilisation gets -10 Happiness.
>The civilisation gets -15 Cohesion.
The leaders of the village side with Gluchan regarding the Goriwik. The painted men must embrace the way of Sitrun, if they wish to enjoy the bounty of the Croglatol. This revelation does little to dissuade the leader, who return to their tribe to bring them the news – they are now Croglatovic and they are to abandon their ways with time. Needless to say, those who did not attend the great feast are not as receptive to this suggestion. Many of the painted men are displeased and frustrated, but those who lead them, the men with the most storied ancestors, cannot be denied.
Over five thousand of the Goriwik now belong to the chiefdom. It shall likely take centuries for their culture to die out, but they are less resistant to conversion than the Rodac. The painted men bring with them the abundant dyes that they wring out of plant matter for their body-painting, as well as their ancestor worship and their distaste for Toproslan – they refuse to write upon anything other than their own bodies, using their own ceremonial script. All of these traditions shall be erased with time.
As for the neighbouring tribes, Shatrul was correct. The rock-eaters are less welcoming than before and the thin folk have become wary, fearing that they may be absorbed next. As for the river bug tribe, the Tibuk refuse to trade with the Croglatovic, as punishment for the crime of sheltering the Goriwik. Some of their more violent tribesmen even launch raids across the border or assault traders who row down their stretch of the Choslitol. Only the wing-stitching Bladrek maintain a pleasant and cordial relationship with the chiefdom, though even they have become a little less amicable.
Twenty-five years pass.
There is no one left alive who ever saw Sitrun with their own eyes.
The current chieftain is Brotascal, a strong fellow with a great deal of admiration for the Vuvovic, while the current saint is Traclan, a young woman who only recently inherited the title and is ill-prepared for it. Like the rest of their tribe, they find themselves struggling with their identity as Sitrunic. They are supposed to revere the word of Sitrun, the favourite daughter of An, a beautiful prophetess who spoke only in parables related to the honey bee. Their devotion to the Allmother is beyond reproach, yet the latest generation of Sitrunic find themselves doubting the importance of Sitrun's word.
In particular, three subgroups are gaining popularity among the Sitrunic – two of them are new, while one of them is old.
