Savage Archipelago — Rain Receding — [Day 4, Morning]

[blazerblock2]

Volgya recoiled at the sight of the massive shelled creature, "What in the world" he half-exclaimed, getting up to get a closer look at it, "Is this thing even edible?" he asked.

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[SWAT One]

Grunting, Gus heads over to collect bundles of these tall grasses and bushes to feed into the fire gradually to bring it to rise- optimism filling his heart and head. "If I can just get it high and bright enough to get them over here, all will be well. If it weren't for that damned boar, I could go seek them out myself." there's another glance down to his injury, furrowing his brows before he carries on with his work.

Gus throws in some grasses and bushes, but stops short when he takes notice of some of them.  First, he notices that there are enlarged roots on the bushes, and second, notices that there are slightly enlarged barbed grains on some of the grasses.

« Gusamius has discovered the Aguti Root. »
« Gusamius has discovered the Wild Fewan Grass. »

He sets these aside for after the fire has grown larger.  The fire grows to burn over the height of his head.  Occasional gusts are blowing cinders into nearby dry grass, which then starts smoldering gently.

Volgya recoiled at the sight of the massive shelled creature, "What in the world" he half-exclaimed, getting up to get a closer look at it, "Is this thing even edible?" he asked.

"I have a feeling it's the thing that the vegetable priest got slashed by.  Regarding it's edibility, I have no idea; it might be food, but then again the prospect that we might be starving isn't exactly an attractive idea either."

[blazerblock2]

Volgya grumbled to himself, facing the fire, "Well, is it dead?  Let's pike it and roast it then."

[grunterdb1951]

Gus furrows his brows, eyeing his own fire as it threatens to catch the things around him aflame. "Maybe not the best idea I've had in a while." he says, looking to his tall grass surroundings before he looks back out towards the distant light. There's a sigh, taking in a slow and deep breath before he cups his hands around his mouth and yells out, "HEY! OVER HERE!".

Gus would periodically call out like this, before simply taking priority to snuff out any potentially growing fires around him.

[SWAT One]

Volgya grumbled to himself, facing the fire, "Well, is it dead?  Let's pike it and roast it then."

Aǹni gives the creature a good shake while still holding onto it firmly.  The arthropod begins to squirm in a fit and hiss back in sulking frustration.

"Does that answer your question? I think it's worth a go, but the vegetable's hand swelled up a tad when it's fangs met him.  I think perhaps the head has poison init. Doubt it's deadly."

She pauses and looks around.  "Did you hear something?"

Gus furrows his brows, eyeing his own fire as it threatens to catch the things around him aflame. "Maybe not the best idea I've had in a while." he says, looking to his tall grass surroundings before he looks back out towards the distant light. There's a sigh, taking in a slow and deep breath before he cups his hands around his mouth and yells out, "HEY! OVER HERE!".

Gus would periodically call out like this, before simply taking priority to snuff out any potentially growing fires around him.

The call would go unanswered so far, and he notices little change to the glow in the trees.

The cinders seem to be few in number, and don't interact very much with the grass.  Seems like stamping it out is all he needs to do.

[grunterdb1951]

Gus growls, his eyes turning back towards the fire in the distance. It's obvious to not expect any answer at all. The distance is fairly great, in realistic terms. All he can do for now is continue to call out for a while again and stamping out the smoldering grasses around him.

[Juncoph]

and so truly begin the chronicles of baumsen


Having been wandering aloof for so long, Baumsen has lost touch with absolute reality. He now craves a life of theology, for that is what set him off to this island in the first place...

He happens upon a rather dim fellow, the unknown man in question staring dumbly at a pond. Sensing the man's mental distress, Baumsen sets to work. Approaching the man, he calls out in a tongue reserved for religious sacrifice. There is no response. Baumsen reaches the man, and he cradles the unresponsive dolt. Chanting further, Baumsen kisses the man before laying him on the ground in preparation for eternal rest.

Baumsen raises his staff, and smashes it upon the man's throat multiple times, holding the man down using his feet which now pin the man by an arm and a leg. As the man's windpipe collapses, the man's skin begins to wear out under the brute force of the staff's rough base. Eventually, skin begins to split under the extreme physical duress. The jugular is pinched open by an impact, and blood begins to spill into the man's lungs through the now-weathered throat. Baumsen continues to smash the man's neck. Even after such an assault, the soft tissue of the neck still protects the spine. Baumsen places his staff on the ground and lifts the dying man to a sitting position, before smashing him down neck-first upon the staff. The man's neck snaps like the dead root of a long-gone tree. Such is the man's fate.

Baumsen begins dividing up the man using a hastily knapped stone flake, making the process a somewhat interesting endeavor. With elbow grease, Baumsen eventually has the man's rather meager muscles in fillets. Baumsen wraps them in the man's raw hide. He takes the man's skull after managing to remove the spinal cord and lower jaw. Scraping out what brains he can, the weight of the head is minimized. Taking the man's Achilles' tendons, he splits them lengthwise and fashions low-quality rope out of them by way of knots. With a bit of whittling, the top of the staff is ready. Baumsen jams the man's skull atop his staff, making himself into a true shaman. He secures the rawhide-protected fillets using his makeshift rope.

Now, he must focus on shelter.


Igor Aksakov is dead.

[SWAT One]

Jesus, welcome back...

On his journeys, Baumsen does happen to find a rotten corpse of a D'aka with Jiria Shelf infestation.  He also finds Geor and Breiga.

[blazerblock2]

what the forget Juncoph
Watched the beast struggle in Anni's hands, and looks at her as though she's a madman (or woman).  He zoned out a bit, but when asked if he had heard anything, he snapped out of it, looking around and furrowing his brow.  "No..." he said, turning back to face Anni, "Maybe?"

[SWAT One]

"I thought I heard a man shouting in the distance, from over the–"
She freezes as she points in the direction of where she heard the voice and squints her eyes.
"Fire...  There's a bonfire, large enough to pass as a beacon up on the hill."
Aǹni sets down the spiteful creature a distance from camp, letting it go back into the underbrush.


Gus hears a rustling, a very large rustling higher up the mountain.


Igor can respawn in 2 IRL days.

[grunterdb1951]

Gus furrows his brows, silencing his calling as he simply looks back and over his shoulder now. "Right..." he growls, moving over to retrieve his axe and shield as his eyes scan over to investigate the rustling sound. "Don't you try and get in my way now, you damned cursed island."

[SWAT One]

Gus furrows his brows, silencing his calling as he simply looks back and over his shoulder now. "Right..." he growls, moving over to retrieve his axe and shield as his eyes scan over to investigate the rustling sound. "Don't you try and get in my way now, you damned cursed island."

The rustling continues to where stomps can be made out.  As a cloud passes over the mountain, he can't make out the shape, but it appears the mountain itself is moving.  A low, guttural growl is uttered from the mountain.

« Gusamius has discovered the Ünthur »

[blazerblock2]

Volgya takes a look up the mountain to see what Anni is gesturing at, furrowing his brow.  "Hrmmmm," he groaned.  He reached for the axe, "Should we take a look?" he asked.

[SWAT One]

Volgya takes a look up the mountain to see what Anni is gesturing at, furrowing his brow.  "Hrmmmm," he groaned.  He reached for the axe, "Should we take a look?" he asked.

Aǹni thinks for a moment and then nods, "Aye.  Whoever is there, friend or foe... We ought to not allow them to get the drop on us.  But... If they had a beacon fire on the hillside, then he intended to be seen, but we don't know whose attention he is trying to get.  With the shouting, he is either a fool or perhaps is in distress.  I say we exercise utmost caution.  Stay low to the ground, and–" she pauses, walking to pick up a nearby fallen green branch, "try to blend in with the environment a much as possible," she says, getting low and crouching behind the branch to demonstrate.

[blazerblock2]

"Right," Volgya said, staying low and moving slow as he made his way toward the signal-fire.  His axe was at the ready, and he had taken a moment for his eyes to adjust to the low-light.