Rahjutistan flourished from the trade deals arranged with the Pokalite people . With iron tools at their disposal , the hunting and lumber cutting operations doubled in productivity , freeing up hands for the great call of their people . Rathgar watched with excitement as the elderly Mangolo spoke to his people about the dangers of the world . He used the example of the Carynx and the Falcon to help them understand even though they were hunters , they too could be hunted . Magolo also spoke to them of his own death to come . He was the last of the original Rahjuti who traveled from the Cradle to these new lands . It would not be long before he too joined his god in the hereafter at which Rathgar felt the chill of sudden remembrance that he had not made an afterlife for his faithful yet . The question of who would succeed Mangolo would be decided as his own leadership was decided . Through combat . The strongest would lead , as their god had decreed . And so the Rahjuti began to train in combat . They made staves , and spears , axes and knives from the iron and Snowleaf wood . They trained in the harshest winters and the brightest summers equally . Those who were weak were left behind so they did not hinder the strong . In time , walls began to rise around Rahjutistan to ensure the safety of those within . The Pokalite traders were always welcomed and Rahjuti convoy ' s would keep them safe as they made their way through the lands . Mangolo looked out from the balcony of the Dark Hall with pride . He had done as he was commanded . Rahjutistanland had a firm foundation that would spill out over the world in time . He could die happily knowing he had served his God well . ~~ 2 for walls , i guess ? ~~