Thædryd pulls his head out of the sand after landing spectacularly. With a quick look to his sides, he quickly surveys his environment, a beach.(thanks captain obvious) He stands himself and stretches, noticing the cleaver halfway submerged in the sand just a few feet from him, he reaches down and pulls it from the sand. Examining it closely, taking note of the curved back-end before turning his attention elsewhere.
He pulls the rope from the sand and coils it before setting it over his shoulder, meanwhile he chooses to take the wineskin in his left hand, as water will be more important right now.
Once equipped with what he can carry, he takes a moment to determine direction via positioning of the sun. Once figured out, he makes due west along the beach with intention to find a river for fresh water.
Thædryd takes hold of the battle horn and some of the planks of wood and sets off to the west, and arrives at the inlet he first saw, a lagoon. As he gets across to the other side, he sees the water breaking around the bend with stony shores. Investigating this, he finds a river mouth.
After a while, he realizes that it had been raining and his wood is now quite damp.
Gus yawns, stretching as he awakes back in his camp and he slowly blinks, first to make sure nothing is disturbing anything. Rising, he first looks to check his leg on how it's healing up before he'd begin to make the trek down towards the skeleton of the beast to check in on the stone and if it's still there.
Gus wakes as the first of a light drizzle has fallen upon him. Clearly he needs better shelter; there's no telling hat kind of storms are to hit this island in time.
Other than this rain, he notices that there are a few birds flying above the treeline in the forest below. Looking into the forest, here he once saw a fire of some inhabitants, there is no smoke rising nor shelters visible from his view.
His wound, though not serious as where and how it was cut—could have been a lot worse by the measure of those tusks—is no longer profusely bleeding. The wound seems to have developed a yellow twinge in places.
As he reaches the skeleton, still smoldering in places, he finds the stone is still there and has cooled.
Aǹni wakes up and yawns, looking outside as the rain had begun to fall and steps outside, sniffing the air before she takes a quick stroll down to the beach. She looks on out to the sea and notices that there are darker clouds brewing, but with seemingly little mist falling from them. As a small gust hits her, she hopes that the rain will treat her small hut well; she hopes that no storm shall come tonight.
However, realizing that she is very hungry, she returns to her hut and takes the axe, exits, and begins to chop down some of the nearest trees, where she then shops the wood into smaller pieces and then set them up to dry within the hut.
She then scours the forest for familiar foods—even the plants with the slightest toxicity could destroy her in this state—and manages to find Aphassus berries, where she collects as many as she can, frantically eating many right off the bush.
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