Board Thread:Off-Topic/@comment-25270243-20150203005815/@comment-19737107-20150218114134

''This post is going off the fact there is little backstory, as well as nobody has mentioned magma in the roleplay or in the island status. It is all of my imagining and I could change it if need be. I just thought it would be nice to have some more lore as to what happened before the setting of this story. (Also, could someone suggest a name for the magma tribe?) ''

After the fight, Jack had been asked questions non-stop; was the blade really mithril? Did he have more? Could they have some? He calmly walked away and did not reply to anyone. He went to the public bakery, and lost himself in the crowd. Peace, at last, but he knew the Thornhus were getting stronger. No Thornhus had ever ventured far enough into Normkin to be a risk to the citizens, at least, not during his lifetime. Rumour had it that the Thornhus used to be a puppet of the tribe that had inhabited magma island.

The magma tribe had once been a powerful settlement built on the eastern part of the island, as it was the only place with any natural plant life. Most citizens of the tribe had mithril, and anyone who wanted to fight or mine was given bluesteel for tools. However, they had not seen the true danger of the magma for which the island was aptly named. One day, during the Midsummer festival, the magma levels started to rise. Only a few survived, but no one knows what became of them, though it is agreed that they probably fled to the snowy peak of the island to escape to lava flows. Some say they are still here to this day.

Rumours, that's all they are, but Jack couldn't get the thought of there being people unbeknownst to the Thornhus. If they were still there, maybe they could help, though Jack was doubtful about even the once strongest tribe could help them. Maybe if the siege was held off, Jack could get a boat to magma. It would cost a lot to go to Magma, as it was three times further to the island as it was to Spring.

Lost in thoughts of how he could possibly save Normkin from the Thornhus, Jack did not notice a small lynx running around in front of him. Instead, he almost hit the floor, causing a muffled cry to emanate from the lynx's mouth. "What are you doing outside then?" Jack asked the lynx quietly. He picked up shade and entered his house, anxiety mixed with confusion. Behind the door was Alex, sitting on the floor and eating an onion soup. She turned around and got up, offering him some bread she had bought from bakery.

"I didn't see you at the bakery," Jack said, more confused than before.

"Well, I didn't see you either," Alex looked at his pocket, "What's in your pocket?" she asked inquisitively.

<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Jack hastily replied, "Just a stone I picked up."

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Let's see it then. You don't just go around picking up stones, Jack."

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<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">Yay for NoBanana