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rolled 11, 19, 11, 17 = 58
Meanwhile in Naun'as, N'olai tries to use the amulet to help him see the Soul Wind's guidance better. Instead, he is faced with chaotic visions which seem to imply that something hidden is working with the fates of the people of this world, screams about trees, and dark divinations cloud his mind, and when they finally begin to subside, he is visited by the trickster spirit, that his predecessor had named An'zutha. The "message" of the cursed tormentor leaves him in confusion, and as the visions finally withdraw themselves, he collapses to the floor of his hut, exhausted.
He isn't able to rest for long, as a panicked hoppa bursts into his hut, screaming about big metal ship appearing out of nowhere.
He slowly stands up, his old body aching as a protest everywhere.
As he got out of his hut, he saw that there was indeed a strange ship emerging from purple fog at the river. The majority of the tribe was already either at the shores watching, or on their way there.
The Nad'lun boat gunners are nervously waiting for the ship to act.
Although the Na'suul didn't manage to get their hands on proper weaponry, one of them managed to find a crate of hand-cannons, albeit in poor condition. They were recovered, but few were foolhardy enough to actually wield one. The Na'suul take the weapons to their hideout, and start planning their next move.
Rolling for new hoppa breed domestication, settlement building, figuring out mining and to see if the big ship does anything.