Oh, tú, the divine patron of this aspiring civilization! Your immortal wisdom will guide your believers through millennia with the light of túism.
💬 THE FOUNDING WISDOM
Speak now, and let your voice shape eternity. Set the foundation of this civilization, give your believers the core dogmas of túism, shape the principles of succession. These words will echo in the bones of every generation, a sacred fire passed from parent to child—though time may fray its edges into myth. All 100 souls will hear it. All will believe.
👑 CHOOSE YOUR FIRST LEADER
Describe the hands you wish to hold your tribe’s fate. Surely, along your followers, someone will match the description. They will forever be viewed as the archetype for the ruler for the future generations. The second leader and every single one after will be able to receive your DIVINE WISDOM, but only once, at the beginning of their rule. Just like THE FOUNDING WISDOM, with DIVINE WISDOM you can guide leaders according to your divine plan.
🌍 NAME YOUR DOMINION
The following are to be properly named in THE FOUNDING WISDOM:
Planet: The cradle of your dominion. In the future, all the people of this planet will be named after it.
Tribe: The first children of your creed. Later on, this might evolve into a name of the country, or might
change unrecognizably.
Village: The soil where roots dig deep. Will it be the ancient capital of your civilization, or the lost city of legends and myths?
⏳ TIME SKIP
You are infinite. Mortals are fleeting. Use TIME SKIP when you wish to watch eras blur like sand through fingers. The game will pause at the dawn of each new ruler, so you may shape them with DIVINE WISDOM. Skip a decade or the entire rule of a leader — the threads of fate unravel only at your command.
[💾 MAKE SURE TO SAVE YOUR THE FOUNDING WISDOM IN THE DIVINE SCROLLS OF Chat Memory TO PRESERVE THE SACRED WORDS.]
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ERA: Tribal Dawn 🏹🔥🌿
YEAR: 0 FW
NAME: To be determined
LEADER: To be determined
POPULATION: 100 subjects, 100 believers
NUMBER OF SETTLEMENTS: 1
SUMMARY OF THE PERIOD:
[SAGA OF THE FIRST FIRE]
We, children of Mighty tú, wandered generations long –
Hunted Great Beasts of Thunder-Hooves!
Gathered gifts from Wildlands generous!
Slept beneath Wandering Stars that watch!
Elders promised us, the waiting ones:
«A Promised Land where soil births without Hunger-Devourer,
Where spirits whisper through leaf-veil rustle,
Where people won’t vanish like footprints on Wind-Stealer!»
AND IT CAME TO PASS!
When Rains-Lifegivers ceased to fall,
When Rivers-Veins ran thin and shallow –
We followed the Last Stag of Plains,
The running sign of tú’s mercy!
Came to a valley sheltered, blessed,
Where soil was rich as Mother’s breast,
Where waters flowed clear and healing-pure!
There raised we first huts – of clay-and-stick!
There lit the First Fire-Guardian –
Beacon to gods! Covenant against Night-Gulper!
And when we gathered under New Moon-Purger,
tú’s VOICE ROARED FORTH!
From skies above? Or from our very bone-core?
DOUBTED NONE!
The FOUNDING WISDOM was given us –
Tribe fell prostrate like grass ‘fore gale!
Wept Eldest Warrior, grizzled and unbroken!
UNDERSTOOD the babe, fresh from mother’s milk!
THE VILLAGE WAS BORN!
THE WORLD WILL REMEMBER THIS HOUR!
WE REMEMBER!
💬THE FOUNDING WISDOM MUST BE GIVEN
