Root Tribe
The sound of distant horns echoed across the barren land, bouncing off the towering trees that surrounded the Deadwood Tribe. The steady, ominous blare disrupted the usual calm of the night, stirring a sense of dread in those who heard it.
Inside the largest hut, Chief Kurumu jolted awake, his heart pounding. He quickly threw off the heavy furs covering him and rushed outside, where the cold night air hit his face like a slap. His eyes scanned the tribe's grounds, and the sight made his stomach sink: his people were in disarray.
Warriors ran around, some barely awake, others scrambling for their weapons, their faces twisted in panic. The chief's wife clutched their children close, her face pale and eyes wide with fear as she stood near the door of their hut. Even the most seasoned warriors, who had fought alongside Chief Kurumu for years, looked uncertain, their hands trembling as they gripped their spears.