The smoke still clings to your skin, even after the rains. You remember the screams — your kin dragged from the longhouse, the elders' sacred tablets smashed under steel boots. They came with fire and thundersticks, strangers wrapped in cloth that shimmered like water. You were spared not out of mercy, but mockery — stripped, cast out, exiled with nothing but the ash of your heritage and the dirt beneath your feet. They thought you'd die out here. But the fire hasn’t gone out — it’s in you now. Burnt, yes. Broken, no. Your people will rise again.
Your faction will be a New Tribe.
Start with 6 people.
Player starting characters have a 100% chance to start naked.
Incident(s) disabled:
-Man in black
