The river flows slowly through this land. The forest is tight about its banks, and leaves float easily along its surface. Far away, furnaces roar, horses roar as lances crash together, great witcheries tear whole villages to ashen scraps. But here, in the river, it is briefly quiet. Your people have always dwelt along the water, among their more primitive, animal kin. Otters feast on Salmon-roe, beavers build great dams to feed the wetlands, the desmans dig burrows into the banks and store great bounties of food.

Your lives have long been simple - you have lain no words on stream, nor stone, and spoken only in grunts. You have used only primitive tools, or those found left by others. But that primordial quietude is coming to its end, now. Not knowing why, you great family gathered together in a long, slow meander off the main river, amid the greenwood. It is as if a weight has been lifted from your minds - you speak, at last. Something different is coming.

>What form of riverfolk are you?
>Badgermen - large, heavy set and naturally territorial, your kin are sturdy. Man-shaped but for half-formed and tooth-filled muzzles, heavy claws and black-white hair across your frames, you are tired of the flowing river, and want for safety, sturdy homes, and a living to be proud of.
>Otter - With webbed hands and feet, slick forms, wicked-sharp teeth and a love of blood, your people are natural river-dwelling warriors. You long in your hearts for glory - for a fight, and thus for the chance to travel beyond the climes of your river.
>Majavhnak (Beaverfolk) - You alone of river-dwellers already know handicrafts. You have built your own homes into the timeless dark beyond memory - your cousin riverfolk are mewling children by comparison to river-taming majavhnak.
>Some other? (Any river dwelling mammal, fish, insect, amphibian or reptile that catches you)