Among the rolling hills of the Cradle of Clay, the Clay Giants have built a life on simple tenets, the ideas of storytelling, farming, and growth. Growth can come in many ways, whether through study or hard labor.
The Vollan Rue was integral to this, establishing influence through physical prowess, but this was simply just one step towards leading. There were more than just physical competitions, storytelling featured heavily as well.
These tattoos known as Tribal Markings have deep meaning to the various tribes and individuals, they are marks of a journey, one of growth and triumph, trial and failure. The black lines depict a life moving forward.
Named the Hills of Vollan for a title that means warrior, this small clump of hills serves as home to the arena where the Vollan Rue is held. Every three years, all Clay Giants and even a handful of Centaurs gather to participate in competitions.
Compared to other races of the world, the culinary arts of the Clay Giants are rather simple, using only the simplest of ingredients that come from places of hard work and love.
Harvest comes in the late weeks of Summer's Evening, as the days slowly shorten to match the length of the night. The rolling hills begin to turn to golden hues, but not nearly the rich colors of the coveted Cradled Wheat.
The yearly Tatanka Roundup is an event planned, prepared, and looked forward to for months, minds turning to the winter event as soon as the last hours of Harvest come to an end.
Much like other celebrations within Clay Giant Culture, the birth of a child comes with storytelling and feasting. While children may be raised by the entire village, the birth is meant to be a special celebration amongst family.
But the legend of the White Tatanka is not as simple as it seems. For one young man found the fabled beast, but his decisions and greed dictated his path, far away from the prosperity the Tatanka was leading him to.
The Legend of the White Tatanka is one of those stories that everyone in the Cradle of Clay knows. Throughout the year, the story is told multiple times, during celebrations such as Storybrook to long days in the fields or traveling over the hills.
As the Summer Solstice begins with the rising sun, so too does the storytelling, voices carried over words that have been spoken many a time. During these tellings, it is common to see a device hidden behind the storyteller, a machine carving into a disk.
Hello and welcome! I'm River and I work in the historic trifecta (archives, museums, and libraries, oh my!), with degrees in History, Creative Writing, and Library & Information Sciences, but worldbuilding and writing are by far some of my greatest passions. You can often find me writing with my husband, Shiftrex, as we work to build the worlds and gaming systems that we want to write and play in. Our worlds are those of fantasy, swords and sorcery, and great tragedies and triumphs. Isekai is our current and most robust project, and is the most often updated of our worlds.