[ Inamorta |-| "For the Toxophilite Clan!" ].

Somewhere in a grassland of Inamorta, a peaceful swing of grass followed the wind in its peaceful travel, before - a group of Toxophilite clansmen walked amongst the grass, walking over the greeny-filled fields, slightly mushing the long-stringy grass as they walked amongst it with their stickmen-like feet. Bringing a Ox covered in supplies for a camp, suddenly - through the swift wind, a arrow struck the nice-calm cloth of the Ox cart.

A tribal horn was shouted, as Toxophilite Archidons surrounded the Caravan, from the Toxophilite Spearton tribe - it was hard times for the once united Toxophilite clans after banishment, resorting to fighting themselves for land to prove who deserves leadership over a remaking of their tribal empire.

| Arrows pointed sharply toward the tribesmen, who were unarmed - the only one with a weapon, was a caravanner with a Toxophilite spear - who dropped it at the sight of being surrounded, he had no armor Afterall, not worth fighting. |

[ Toxophilite Archidon ] - He steadily aimed, his bow's trigger finger ready to release once told to.

[ Toxophilite Archidon Chiefton ] - They walked over, towering the normal stick-figure. "You - If we allow you freedom, will you make sure the speartons surrender their land to us?"

[ Toxophilite Clansman 1 ] - The spearton clansman refused, rathering to be kept hostage then dare do such dishonor to his clan.

The Majority of the traders agreed, the Chiefton thought of telling his Archidons to release arrows into them, and take the resources for himself and his clan.