Maudhul, the camp, is story of the daily life of the tribe. Location is selected to provide basic needs, such as water, prey to hunt and some safety. Sometimes the tribe needs to travel long distances to find such place. Daily activities takes place there and nearby, hunting, fishing, gathering of herbs and vegies, cooking, resting, everybody is part of it. Sometimes hunting party is gone for few days, stalking beast, humans or whatever can by killed and roasted on campfire. Spoils are divided among members of the tribe, but not always equally. Bigger game is usually roasted whole on main campfire, steamed in pit on hot stones, or smoked in smoke tent for winter provisions.
In the middle of the camp there is always big fire, not only for cooking and to provide heat, but it’s also uruki social place, where the tribe gathers, to rest, eat, drink and talk. Many of the stories told there are rooted deeply in the past, most of them are about fighting, hunting and bravery, some about the world and how things are arranged in it. Some stories are funny, some scary, some are needed to give important lessons of life. The most popular stories are told about misfortune, bad luck or various accidents in uruki life, and to those they laugh the most often, even when if it happened to them. As uruki are very malicious, the biggest laughter and rolling on the ground happens when story is told about how someone died by accident or as result of his awkwardness.
On the central campfire many cauldrons, kettles and hooks with meat are hung, everything either stolen or made by the tribe itself. Near it large tent canvas is raised to provide shelter from sun and rain, decorated with pictures of deeds of the tribe and its members. Each warrior has his own tent, each different from the rest, made from various canvas and leather pieces, with his possessions, furs and blankets for sleeping, crockery and all sorts of treasures and nonsense rubbish that he sees as treasure. The tent and nearby space is decorated by magical amulets, bones, skulls, bunches of herbs, barrels and chest for stolen goods, drums, broken plates and pieces of armor and whatever presents uruki culture. Near the camp there are small and sometimes very strange and horrifying altars for uruki gods and spirits that are called Frumi. Each of Frumi has its name and powers and is worshiped in its own way.
Rarely, when the tribe plans to stay on some spot for longer time, they even rise lighter fortification made of sharpened logs and traps.