Ren’s POV

In a little less than a year I had all the slaves converted. Over eighty Kru now worshiped Lie-nes. Even a few of the raiders had begun praying. I was already the size of an adult Kru even though I was only one. I would easily be considered a giant when I was older.

I smiled to myself as I sat in a canoe, Rock by my side. Rock and Stone had become my second in commands lately and were truly my only real friends. We had proven to be loyal slaves and were now allowed to fish for the raiders.

I had learned a lot about the raiders over time. They perform rent monthly raids on various Kru. Thankfully they hadn’t attacked my old home recently. Although I heard that would soon change. So I adapted my plan accordingly.

Soon the slaves would revolt. Then the raiders would receive my god given rage! Revenge! I smiled to myself, accidentally missing a large fish as I threw the spear the wrong way. “Ren! Get your head out of the clouds and fish. If we get thrashed again it's because of you!”

I turned to Rock and sheepishly apologized. Thankfully we got some fish and managed to only get smacked a few times. I returned to the slave longhouse to find a brawl going on.

I quickly waded in smacking heads and yelling for them to stop. I turned towards one of the more sensible slaves and asked what happend. “You, what happened here!” I roared out the question as many of the others cowered in fear. Our species was one ruled by strength. You did not question others if they were stronger.

“Ah great prophet, they were arguing because one insulted the other's tribe.” The submissive Kru pointed out two of the more injured brawlers. I turned my rage in their direction and began to lecture once again how Lie-nes wanted the Kru to be united.

After more than ten minutes of lecturing I sat down. Soon I would guide these 80 or so Kru to form the greatest tribe! I would unite all the isles! Nothing would stand in my way.

Linus’s POV

The year passed by with me spending most of my time observing. Other than teaching Riker the basics of a sling and telling him how to make more stone tools I didn't do much. I did however have a bit of a pet project going on with Chief.

We had two pet projects going on together. One was the bow and arrow. I didn't know how to make one other than the basic shape but after a while we managed to figure it out. With the bow Chief hunted fish and small animals. He didn’t interact with the tribe that much although during the colder months he helped them out. The Kru in the islands were a bit spoiled as the colder months for them was around 60 degrees fahrenheit.

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Chief made sure to hunt down anything too dangerous on the island before it could hurt the tribe. The tribe itself had grown to 50 but most of them were juveniles. They could gather food but if a conflict arose they would lose. I still couldn’t see what Rock, Ren or Stone was doing but they were alive. I had more divine energy so Ren probably recruited a few worshippers.

I brought my attention back to Chief as our second project was in full swing. After telling the Chief how to make a fence I had him make a small kennel. Then I directed him towards a recently deceased Cliffords den and had him pick up the pups inside.

That had been 3 months ago and the three pups were already constant companions of Chief. Chief was nearing the age of 28 when the average lifespan of a Kru was 30-45. This was a bit annoying but with the Cliffords he should be able to last a while longer.

Over all things had been going great. And soon the helper would finally show up. The tribe was in good health. Chief was becoming the ranger of the island. And Ren still wasn’t dead! Overall things were awesome.

I had been extremely nervous at first about being responsible for a whole species but it had been going well since the raid. Riker was a good chief although I preferred my Chief.

It had been a year since I had first become a god and I decided it was time to have a big change for the Kru. There was a species of animal on the island that was basically a cow. It had six legs and a venomous bite but it could also be milked and slaughtered.

So with the pseudo cow in mind I explained animal husbandry to Riker. He seemed to like the idea as he grabbed four other adult Kru and went on a hunt. I guided him towards a herd and he began smacking them yelling. After they started moving in the right direction I smiled in joy.

I had previously had them set up a large fenced in pasture in one of the flatter areas of the island. After the cows were moved in and only two Kru were rolling on the ground in pain from the venom my plan was complete. It wouldn’t kill them and they would be fine by the morning.

I stood up from my chair exhausted from working for the last twelve and went to check on the other occupants of my domain. They had settled right in and welcomed some of the older Kru.

They had built a small camp in the forest where they spent their days in bliss. With no predators and no real need to search for food they were able to do anything they wanted. Some decided to learn new skills while others just had fun. For the Kru it was a pretty good afterlife.

I watched from the balcony as a few Kru rolled in the grass. I smiled to myself at a job well done. It had taken a while but I had created a decent Kru stone age society. I began to plan out their advancement as I only knew basic stuff.

Before turning in for the night I went to check on my Kru and was horrified. The raiders were back! They were already on the beach, not noticed by any of the Kru. I quickly notified Riker who immediately formed a warband of 30. All the Kru wielded stone axes and a few remembered what the raiders had done.

I also told Chief and with a look of fury he called his three pony sized hounds to join him. As I was about to start giving commands there was a loud “Pop”. I turned and saw what could only be described as a halfling staring up at me. “Hello there, I’m Terry Chubb. I’ll be helping you out from now on. Pleased to meet ya.