Finally, the forest dwellers have their own thread. I am open for name suggestions. They are far from being finished, but I wanted to share their story and first impressions. So I made some silhouette pics, very forgiving.
Music for the mood, give it a try:
Deformations
When a mysterious pandemic outbreak hit humanity, less than 0,001% survived.
Totally undetected until three days after incubation, with a mortality rate of 100%, it crippled civilization forever.
But was there really no way to detect an infection?
Actually, a relatively small number of humans developed visible symptoms, some kind of physical change. On the first day of infection, it seemed that the veins popped out more, like blueish webbing on forehead and temples, later extremeties and body. The next day, the skin began to change. It became rough, dry, itchy and wrinkly. On day three, the Infected started to lose their hair. A few hours later, the tongue seemed to grow and the tissue around the teeth was weakened.
Anyone who was not killed - or killed themself - until then, realised that the 'Deformation', how it was called, wasn't just there to torture the Infected. The body was fighting the disease with everything it had. 80 hours passed, 90...and they reached day four.
Until now, the third day was lethal in 100% of the cases! But not with these people. They survived a fifth, a sixth, a seventh day...finally losing most of their teeth and also their noses, but not their life.
At least not from the infection.
Fleeing into the forests
Whatever was happening, in the panicked and chaotic last days, they were not seen as a kind of cure, but a threat: Carriers of the infection who would not die like every other decent victim could spread the disease everywhere. They were forbidden to come close to quarantine centers and camps, often shot on sight, abandoned and locked in their houses or forced to leave. Horrible decisions had to be made. If you recognized you are 'deformed', you knew you could infect your family, if you haden't already. Would you leave and never see them again, giving them a chance? Or spend the last days with them, probably seeing them die while you undergo a disturbing deformation and be left living as some kind of monster? Nobody was able to put the whole picture together, and all kinds of scenarios happened in this horrible time.
What we know is that in Europe, many of them ended up alone in the forests. Easily recognisable, they were avoided and sometimes attacked from afar. That's when they started to conceal their faces with scarfes, hats, helmets, wigs, goggles and masks. Some camps left supplies to be picked up by the Deformed, with a note to please leave immediately and never come back.
As the time passed, stumbling around through the forests alone, the Deformed found a new kind of friend, if they weren't accompanied by them already: The now wild roaming dogs, often set free in the last days of their owners life. They might have spread the human killing disease further, that's why many dogs were killed of at the camps. But not so with the Deformed, who could need some company anyway.
It took some time, but as the weeks passed, Deformed loners started to stumble upon each other. Disgusted by each others appearances at first, they decided to keep their faces masked. Another realization: they were barely able to speak and unable to communicate through language, only guttural grunting, moaning and choking, some were able to whistle.
But despite the Deformation they soon realised they all were humans, still. They banded together into 'tribes' and avoided healthy humans, marking their territories as a warning. Nobody wanted to come in contact with those deformed death bringing monster people, anyway.
In the first weeks there were suicides, but the survivors started to accept their new life...their bodies had fought the deadliest disease humanity ever faced, and won, why throw away that gift?
The acceptance among each other grew, and a new normality found a way into their lifes. So normal, that life took a natural path again. The few technological devices the outcasts hat brought with them started to die, they slept under the stars, while cities around them burned. And 'civilized' people slowly turned into hunters and gatherers.
But when the first Deformed became pregnant, everyone wondered: What would happen?
Children of Monsters
The fear of giving birth to a monster and dying in agony was great. But they wouldn't accept that it would all be over, that they were the last generation.
And when the time came, when the 'monsters' finally gave birth, the most beautiful, healthy, happy babies were born.. Hope spread spread faster among the forests than the disease that had driven them here. And the children were immune to that disease. The 'monsters' had a purpose again, rising the next generation, believing they might be the last humans on earth. And while they were parents unlike any before, the children loved them unconditionally, despite their deformation.
As the first generation grew up, their language evolved in a totally different way, mimicking the strange guttural, throaty sounds of their parents.
And as there was no way communicating through known language, multiple kinds of gesture languages evolved, enabling them to communicate in complete silence. There are multiple 'accents' of this language now. Today, the forest dwellers are masters of mimicing animal sounds to communicate over long distances, unnoticed by any intruder.
For the children, everything was normal. Most of them had never seen 'healthy' adult humans.
When they played, they wore their masks and painted their faces to resemble adults. Or they painted there faces – many Deformed had painted their faces to conceal their deformation whitout the need of a mask. The years went by and soon new, primal cultures developed, isolated in the regrowing European forests. Today, they still wear masks to honor the Ancestors and scare off intruders, protecting their territories fiercely. When the original Ancestors grew old and came closer to death, they were treated and cared for like saints. They wanted their bodies to be burned, in case they might still carry the Virus. Today, cremation is a tradition reserved for the oldest and most venerated tribe members only.
New World
Today, the legends and myths of the 'monsters' who brought them to life are deeply embedded in their psyche, as well as the knowledge that the old world died probably because of them. They worship those First Ancestors in daily rituals. And every child born with untypical looks, a disability or the inability to learn language is seen and worshipped as an envoy of the Ancestors.
But there are disagreements among them . For some the deeds of the Ancestors - the killing of the world so they could live - is seen as a burden they have to carry, while others are proud that the Ancestors sacrificed the stone pillar dwellers to cleanse them of their weaknesses, sins and the the evil machines and systems that took over their lifes and enslaved them.
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They are hunters and gatherers mostly, neolithic vibes, so I used leather and fur scraps and wood. The stone tools are made from carved polymer clay. And I have to learn how to make antlers!
Music for the mood, give it a try:
Deformations
When a mysterious pandemic outbreak hit humanity, less than 0,001% survived.
Totally undetected until three days after incubation, with a mortality rate of 100%, it crippled civilization forever.
But was there really no way to detect an infection?
Actually, a relatively small number of humans developed visible symptoms, some kind of physical change. On the first day of infection, it seemed that the veins popped out more, like blueish webbing on forehead and temples, later extremeties and body. The next day, the skin began to change. It became rough, dry, itchy and wrinkly. On day three, the Infected started to lose their hair. A few hours later, the tongue seemed to grow and the tissue around the teeth was weakened.
Anyone who was not killed - or killed themself - until then, realised that the 'Deformation', how it was called, wasn't just there to torture the Infected. The body was fighting the disease with everything it had. 80 hours passed, 90...and they reached day four.
Until now, the third day was lethal in 100% of the cases! But not with these people. They survived a fifth, a sixth, a seventh day...finally losing most of their teeth and also their noses, but not their life.
At least not from the infection.
Fleeing into the forests
Whatever was happening, in the panicked and chaotic last days, they were not seen as a kind of cure, but a threat: Carriers of the infection who would not die like every other decent victim could spread the disease everywhere. They were forbidden to come close to quarantine centers and camps, often shot on sight, abandoned and locked in their houses or forced to leave. Horrible decisions had to be made. If you recognized you are 'deformed', you knew you could infect your family, if you haden't already. Would you leave and never see them again, giving them a chance? Or spend the last days with them, probably seeing them die while you undergo a disturbing deformation and be left living as some kind of monster? Nobody was able to put the whole picture together, and all kinds of scenarios happened in this horrible time.
What we know is that in Europe, many of them ended up alone in the forests. Easily recognisable, they were avoided and sometimes attacked from afar. That's when they started to conceal their faces with scarfes, hats, helmets, wigs, goggles and masks. Some camps left supplies to be picked up by the Deformed, with a note to please leave immediately and never come back.
As the time passed, stumbling around through the forests alone, the Deformed found a new kind of friend, if they weren't accompanied by them already: The now wild roaming dogs, often set free in the last days of their owners life. They might have spread the human killing disease further, that's why many dogs were killed of at the camps. But not so with the Deformed, who could need some company anyway.
It took some time, but as the weeks passed, Deformed loners started to stumble upon each other. Disgusted by each others appearances at first, they decided to keep their faces masked. Another realization: they were barely able to speak and unable to communicate through language, only guttural grunting, moaning and choking, some were able to whistle.
But despite the Deformation they soon realised they all were humans, still. They banded together into 'tribes' and avoided healthy humans, marking their territories as a warning. Nobody wanted to come in contact with those deformed death bringing monster people, anyway.
In the first weeks there were suicides, but the survivors started to accept their new life...their bodies had fought the deadliest disease humanity ever faced, and won, why throw away that gift?
The acceptance among each other grew, and a new normality found a way into their lifes. So normal, that life took a natural path again. The few technological devices the outcasts hat brought with them started to die, they slept under the stars, while cities around them burned. And 'civilized' people slowly turned into hunters and gatherers.
But when the first Deformed became pregnant, everyone wondered: What would happen?
Children of Monsters
The fear of giving birth to a monster and dying in agony was great. But they wouldn't accept that it would all be over, that they were the last generation.
And when the time came, when the 'monsters' finally gave birth, the most beautiful, healthy, happy babies were born.. Hope spread spread faster among the forests than the disease that had driven them here. And the children were immune to that disease. The 'monsters' had a purpose again, rising the next generation, believing they might be the last humans on earth. And while they were parents unlike any before, the children loved them unconditionally, despite their deformation.
As the first generation grew up, their language evolved in a totally different way, mimicking the strange guttural, throaty sounds of their parents.
And as there was no way communicating through known language, multiple kinds of gesture languages evolved, enabling them to communicate in complete silence. There are multiple 'accents' of this language now. Today, the forest dwellers are masters of mimicing animal sounds to communicate over long distances, unnoticed by any intruder.
For the children, everything was normal. Most of them had never seen 'healthy' adult humans.
When they played, they wore their masks and painted their faces to resemble adults. Or they painted there faces – many Deformed had painted their faces to conceal their deformation whitout the need of a mask. The years went by and soon new, primal cultures developed, isolated in the regrowing European forests. Today, they still wear masks to honor the Ancestors and scare off intruders, protecting their territories fiercely. When the original Ancestors grew old and came closer to death, they were treated and cared for like saints. They wanted their bodies to be burned, in case they might still carry the Virus. Today, cremation is a tradition reserved for the oldest and most venerated tribe members only.
New World
Today, the legends and myths of the 'monsters' who brought them to life are deeply embedded in their psyche, as well as the knowledge that the old world died probably because of them. They worship those First Ancestors in daily rituals. And every child born with untypical looks, a disability or the inability to learn language is seen and worshipped as an envoy of the Ancestors.
But there are disagreements among them . For some the deeds of the Ancestors - the killing of the world so they could live - is seen as a burden they have to carry, while others are proud that the Ancestors sacrificed the stone pillar dwellers to cleanse them of their weaknesses, sins and the the evil machines and systems that took over their lifes and enslaved them.
...
They are hunters and gatherers mostly, neolithic vibes, so I used leather and fur scraps and wood. The stone tools are made from carved polymer clay. And I have to learn how to make antlers!