>>6088231The Homunculi go out into the world. Many, misshapen and gross, perish to the elements. Some are confused and wander off and out and never return, some stubbornly cling to the halls their masters once roamed, insistent that they will return some day.
It is no matter. For every one of us that perishes, the Crucibles will manufacture another. And another…
Order comes eventually to this mass exodus. The natural barriers that keep us confined are found, terrifying mountains and great bodies of water. Scary figures across what seem to develop as our borders permit further movement in those directions.
Order comes eventually. Elderly Cavia, clever but eccentric, take charge of things in the confusion and organise the developing nation, establishing roles and tasks and giving orders.
The familiar embrace of authority and tasks to complete seems to soothe most, the Menia particularly content once more at being told what to do.
Action 1: Expand again to the marked borders
A directed advance rather than a maddened flurry, small rafts are sent outwards to explore the waters. Simultaneously scouts (equipped this time with food, clothing, basic supplies and good leadership) venture forth as far as the northern Taiga forests, witnessing the beautiful sight of the trees trapped in eternal winter.
Action 2: Prospect the tile with the X marked upon it.
A newly established informal nation state composed entirely of affronts to god requires one important thing. Resources.
The nearby snowy peaks of the colossal mountain range may have something of note to exploit.
Go on over and have a gander why don’t you, and do be sure to come back or we’ll need send someone else.
