Quickly, I though of some good names for them. I named the black one Midnight the Spearbunny and the brown one Dusty the Distractor. They liked their name and their whole village cheered them on. After that, we watched as the returning heroes took their new mates aside to breed. In Dusty's case, it was out in the open. Depending on how the breeding took place, the children were the race of a different parent. If the Ynnub father gave sperm to the womb of the Elitper mother, she laid hard eggs that would hatch into Elitper children. If the father implanted his own eggs in the mother's back door, she had a live birth of Ynnub children. Midnights offspring were a brick red as opposed to the bright red of the mother. Dusty's were more of a rusty hue. The mothers got their nutrients by sucking off their mates. They could eat the thick eggs straight from their sacs. That was fine with the Ynnub getting a blowjob for free. After a certain amount of red offspring were born, I told them they should form their own tribe. They did and moved close to the tower. Other similar scenarios came up as well.
Reading into prophecies given to warriors or merchants of others races became the most important thing I would do as a Sage. Most of the prophecies were filled with a lot of sexual innuendos and subtext. Most of it had to do with fucking or baiting the enemy or the NPC in front of me in some way. A few of them brought to me were the unique search quests that needed wits to solve a major puzzle or find a dungeon. Those seemed to be exclusive to the actual Players and the amount of them were still pretty low compared to other sub-worlds. I did the best that I could and sent them on their way. I did not send any more of my Ynnub with them as it would be bad if all of the adventurers died or formed some new tribes to settle elsewhere. It was a good place to be for a tribe but soon there would be little space to expand to. The red tribe was pretty good and the offspring were pretty strong. There were less predators within the the triangular perimeter of my territory. Migrating races could attack those that strayed from the pack, but the heroes and mates could protect them from most foes.
It was when a male, bright yellow Doat came to me with another prophecy. It was clear to me that he was having a rough time. He was an amphibious race but there was still a need for him to be wet every so often. His skin was dry an beginning to chafe. He seemed to be pretty itchy. Before he finished talking I asked if he would like some water. He nodded and I went off to fetch a couple of buckets of water. One was for drinking and the other was to douse his body in. There was a marked improvement right away. his voice was less raspy and more melodic. Body began to look shiny and some fluid began to form on the outer layer of his skin. He took my hands in his and thanked me. I just nodded and waived it off. I wanted to help him and that was all. The prophecy was "You will be unbeatable in battle and form a nation of your own seed. However, you will be fully broken and slain by a mage of black scales born not of a female that will make you their female." I thought about it. It seemed to me that he had a boss buff. He would be weak to magic and especially to Ekans and Elitpers.
Since that was the case, as long as there was no black Ekans and Elitpers around him, he would be fine. Even if they did appear, as long as he personally did not give a single opening for them to make him birth their eggs, he would not die. I could use a champion like him. I explained the prophecy to him and asked if he would like to settle on the opposite side of the tower. I could give him a female from the white tribe to help with the nation building. I could make the prophecy very easy for him. He accepted and a female was given to him. I was able to modify the terrain in the territory so I made a small lake on his side half a mile from the tower to the north. It was a similar scenario to the red tribe dynamics. If the Daot father gave sperm to the womb of the Ynnub mother, she had a live birth of Ynnub children. If the father implanted his own eggs in the mother's back door, the mother had to go to the lake to give birth to the tadpoles the Daot would soon develop into. The resulting offspring were all a pale yellow. The Doat in question was a swordsman. His tribe was the smallest by far.
