From the 21st (CGT Day 356) to the 30th (CGT Day 365), young adult and adult followers of Kampar forge new tales of adventure. While away, the Elders spend these 10 days looking after those too young to leave home - reciting stories of past conquests and arduous achievements.

As fall turns to winter, childhood turns to adulthood. Nature itself changes. The ground no longer yields its produce forcing beings to depend on their reserves. Comrades inherently cluster together, if not for survival, for companionship. The elders naturally take charge, recounting tales of adventure, suspense, and excitement. They exhilarate their listeners and some ways prompt their actions.

 Those attaining maturity, who have for several years listened to the anecdotes, of the elders now leave to seek their own inner beings. As they prepare their parting, much pomp and ceremony is arranged. This is the last they will see of civilization for some time. A grueling odyssey to Kamparas' tallest mountain faces them. Or perhaps one desires to successfully navigate the Kamparan Ocean. Maybe the more adventurous type will seek the surge in emotions accompanied by the pursuit of some of the more dangerous Kamparan beasts. The possibilities are endless.

As the winter goes on, as food levels grow low. The stories of the elders become more and more extravagant fueled by the noxious effects of alcohol. Families begin to fret over those who have gone, and begin to pray to Farys to protect those in transit to their destinations.

An excerpt from the diary of a young Kamparian Ewok:

 I cannot say it was the greatest day of my life, but without a doubt he most satisfying. I had set out from my village with the intent of seeking out the beast called the Blurgg, rumored to be scouring for food along the coastline. I carried nothing but some flint, my knife, and my bow and arrow. Upon my arrival at the eastern seashore, I picked up the varmint's path and using my no doubt superior tracking skills proceeded to follow him. After seven long days and nights I came upon the savage in his sleep.

My knife plunged but the creature awoke. He shook me off of him with my knife still buried in his side! To this day I know not how I escaped his terrible claws. But somehow I evaded them and darted away to use my bow and arrow. But the creature seemed to fear for his life and took off. At first he was the faster but I was able to follow the trail of blood he left behind. For another three days I tracked him neither gaining nor losing ground. At last however my stamina won out and I caught up to the beast. I let my arrows fly but to no effect! I then had to charge the savage animal head on and retrieve my knife. Finally, the blade removed from his side, the monster, blood pouring from his wound, fell to the ground with a crash. I sprinted over to him and finished what I had begun. I then had the greatest pleasure of all. The one the elders had described many times over for me. I, had the pleasure of truly seeing the life leave a creature's eyes...