Somewhere to march and yodel

A small island off the Kildari coast. Once a remote holding of Kaikias-Overseas, now a remote holding of the Mango Throne. House Octavius calls this perpetually overcast land its new home.

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SimpleYodel
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Somewhere to march and yodel

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We are a simple people.

We are earnest, and once we were strong. Now we are weak, lost, and easily misdirected or confused. These people you see, reduced to begging for shelter--we were the heralds of a great civilization. When our leadership caste would walk the triumphal parade route, we would line the route, shoulder-to-shoulder for miles, and the echoes of our ululation would carry a week's sailing in all directions. But the civilization is gone. We lost all of our leadership caste when the volcano buried our big island, and we fled when the small islands began to sink. Without leaders, and believing our island cursed, we set sail. Our stores were contaminated with redmusk, but with no other option, we ate food tinged red--and even food turned solidly purple. It was that or starve. And so of course we were redmusk-crazed, and lost our sense of direction and time. We do not know if we have sailed for two months, or ten, or more. Most of our ships were wrecked, but one contingent--when did we tie them together?--has washed ashore on your island. Finding ourselves on this island, we throw ourselves on the mercy of the noble people of... where are we?

We can offer only meager cultural exchange--few among us can read, we have no books that survived our passage, and only a few of our musical instruments survived our exodus. However we are, indeed, an earnest people, with bright smiles, long stately necks and loud, clear voices. Give us a parade route, or a tomb to ceremonially guard, and we will shout "HAIL!" and ululate with unrivaled ferocity every hour, on the hour--or however often you yodel in this land--and our hands will never slacken in the sincerest of salutes. Perhaps with time, and enthusiasm, we could learn enough to offer more, or even to disentangle the mystery of where we are from. For now, perhaps call us the sea people, and myself, though no leader by inclination, SimpleYodel.

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