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Author Topic: Tributary — Afternoon, Day 7  (Read 26559 times)

Öln wakes up, observing his surroundings. He gathers what few things he has from the ground where he slept.

Heshimun collects a number of each berry, putting them into separate piles.  He then uses his fingers to smoosh one or two berries of each type individually, smelling the result and tasting it a little bit before spitting it out if it seems bitter or sour.

im at a friends house atm could I also be in stasis
Were you at the friend's house for the last few days?



Blatsa wakes up, feeling quite refreshed with his extra two hours of sleep.  He then sets to work on his coat.
Blatsa begins to work on his coat, and finishes it in a few hours.  He brushes the dust off of it and puts it on.  After a few minutes, he is toasty and warm.



Öln wakes up, observing his surroundings. He gathers what few things he has from the ground where he slept.
Öln is in the middle of a thick forest of tall pines.  It generally slopes up in one direction, and down in the other.  Along the slope are a few ridges and hills.  The wind is a chilly, icy wind coming from the south.  Everything is drenched from the last rainstorm.

At his feet are a few sticks and small pine branches.



Heshimun collects a number of each berry, putting them into separate piles.  He then uses his fingers to smoosh one or two berries of each type individually, smelling the result and tasting it a little bit before spitting it out if it seems bitter or sour.
Heshimun first tries the Shendama berry, and finds it to be slightly sweet.  After placing it on his tongue, he spits it out, realizing that his tongue started to bloat up.  The next berry he tries is the Atii berry, which after realizing that it is a really tart berry, is promptly spit out.  The final berry is the Tegacha berry.  This one is pleasantly sweet and there are no problems with it.

«Heshimun has leveled up!  Harvesting: LVL 1.»
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Öln begins cutting down the youngest, shortest pine he can find. He periodically looks around, though, not wanting to be ambushed with little more than a crude axe and his own wits to fight with.

Heshimun eats as many Tegacha berries as he can see, being careful to avoid the bad berries, and moves North toward the water, being very thirsty.  Along the way he marks the trees at eye level with his axe so as to be able to make his way back.

Veshikk eats the handful of seeds he had and ventures out of the cave, observing his surroundings properly now that the storm has abated. He looks for a long, sturdy stick or branch with as few limbs on it as possible.

Öln begins cutting down the youngest, shortest pine he can find. He periodically looks around, though, not wanting to be ambushed with little more than a crude axe and his own wits to fight with.
Öln cuts down a small pine tree.  Because of the limited amount of sunlight able to reach the ground in his area, most of the trees are tall.  He cuts down a sizable tree of 25 feet tall.  There is a good amount of wood available from this, approximately 3 logs, 6 rods, and 20 sticks.

«Öln has leveled up!  Gathering: LVL 4.»



Heshimun eats as many Tegacha berries as he can see, being careful to avoid the bad berries, and moves North toward the water, being very thirsty.  Along the way he marks the trees at eye level with his axe so as to be able to make his way back.
Heshimun bares several bushes of their berries and spits out numerous seeds on the ground.

«Heshimun has leveled up!  Harvesting: LVL 2.»

As he arrives at the lake, he finds that the water where he is is fairly clean, and notices a number of fish swimming out further into the lake.  The soil is very clay-like at this shoreline.  He surveys his surroundings, noting that to his left, the forest thickens, and to his right, there appears a large plains area that stretches along the lake some few miles.  Across the lake, he sees no smoke or sign that any inhabitants live there yet until far in the distance, a man seems to have left a cave, spotting some unknown grazing creature drinking at the lagoon.



Veshikk eats the handful of seeds he had and ventures out of the cave, observing his surroundings properly now that the storm has abated. He looks for a long, sturdy stick or branch with as few limbs on it as possible.

As Veshikk leaves the cave, he spots three dagu drinking at the lagoon which he passed yesterday.  They seem not to have noticed him.  Otherwise, Veshikk notices that a few sizable branches in the forest have been knocked off during the storm.

Veshikk works quickly and quietly. He seizes the sturdiest looking branch and whittles any limbs on it down as much as possible, proceeding to sharpen one end to a point.

Öln shaves the rough outer bark off the logs using the head of his axe, and then cuts off the soft inner bark. He then eats a bit of it, before rolling it up and embarking south. He then heads south with his new found food... rolls.

After his coat is finished and he wears it comfortably, he ties twine around the two tusks he took from the Bolgil and wears them around his neck, straightening up with pride as he adorns his trophies.  He gathers up his belongings, using the one skin he had left to wrap them up and carry them over his shoulder.  He headed back down to the water after knocking over his shelter and took a drink, before heading up north, across the grassy plain and toward the thick forest some way ahead of him.

Veshikk works quickly and quietly. He seizes the sturdiest looking branch and whittles any limbs on it down as much as possible, proceeding to sharpen one end to a point.
Veshikk creates a crude spear.  The dagu begin to depart, coming in his direction, though slightly to his right, still oblivious.

Öln shaves the rough outer bark off the logs using the head of his axe, and then cuts off the soft inner bark. He then eats a bit of it, before rolling it up and embarking south. He then heads south with his new found food... rolls.
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As Öln heads south, he finds that the land rises to his right.  As he follows this ridge, he sees a man crouching behind a tree, eying a small group of dagu heading back into the forest.

After his coat is finished and he wears it comfortably, he ties twine around the two tusks he took from the Bolgil and wears them around his neck, straightening up with pride as he adorns his trophies.  He gathers up his belongings, using the one skin he had left to wrap them up and carry them over his shoulder.  He headed back down to the water after knocking over his shelter and took a drink, before heading up north, across the grassy plain and toward the thick forest some way ahead of him.
As Blatsa enters the thicker forest, he is confronted by a lone male Bolgil, this one smaller than the one before.  It lows its head to the ground and starts to scrape its feet in the mud.

Veshikk moves as slowly and silently as possible, getting into a position on the right side of the tree to spring out with his new spear as soon as they get within range.
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Öln carefully starts walking towards the pack, and he makes sure to avoid stepping on anything that might rustle or snap. He also, of course, stays within the treeline.

Blatsa sets his things down, drawing his knife and standing with his knees bent, ready for the Bolgil to charge.  He would sidestep the Bolgil as it came near enough to him, and attempt to slash the Bolgil down his side to his hind leg as it passed.

Were you at the friend's house for the last few days?
yes but i'm back now ill post an action soon