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

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After struggling to get the fire going as the drill is somewhat wet at first, Baumsen considers his effort fruitless.  Nevertheles, he keeps on trying, and gets some smoke to rise.  After some tender care for the fire, it is soon crackling away at the kindling.



Aǹni ceases her laughter.

"Alright, now how do we get this lug back to camp?"

"Well, I suppose that's dinner."

"This lug would make a mess of me scrappy sled." she remarks, dumping the stones out of the bag and giving it a good shake.  "We could maybe—" she says stepping closer to the animal, "—either drag it, each of us taking a hind leg, or pick it up, each of us taking a pair of legs, and carry it back."

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Name:  Gusamius Curio
Apparent Ethnicity:  Mediterranean
Mission:  Establishing trade deals with civilizations of the new world.
love:  Male
Age:  32
Language:  Same as crew.

Personality:  A shrewd and matter of fact man, life as a craftsman turned lesser noble and an officer in the military has left him stubborn in his ways. He is a man that's oft to stick to the plan.

Appearance: Gus stands at a modest height of five feet and ten inches. He has dark brown, curly hair and faded bronze skin, a roman nose and a square-ish jawline. He has muscle denoting some days of labor, but a bit of a belly to suggest an otherwise comfortable life. He also has best goddamn eyebrows the archipelago has ever seen.

Skill Traits:
Combat:  2/5
Crafting:  2/5
Naturalism:  3/5
HP Boost:  1/10
« Last Edit: February 09, 2017, 05:55:02 AM by grunterdb1951 »

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The third ship strikes the eastern shores of the main island!

Gusamius Curio is stranded ashore.

The following is salvaged from among the wreckage:  A small vessel half full with olive oil, a bronze square shield, a modrately-torn sailcloth, and a box of damp, mildewy fabrics.

The heat of sunlight on his chest and the tide coming in to cover his lower body in the chilly water of the sea seems to bring Gusamius back to the world of the living.

Sputtering up water out from his chest, Gus rolls over onto his side as he hacks and coughs out the salt water that infiltrated his lungs, coughing and gagging as he violently rejects the foreign salt water as he pants, looking left and right all around at the beach as he takes in the sight of the carnage wrought by the sea.

Dragging himself further up the coast, he brings himself onto all fours and then his legs as he looks around in a spiral of amazement and dread mixed together. "Hello?!" he calls out, shock and fear pulling his vocal cords to an alarmed sounding tone. "Is anyone else there?!". As Gus finds his calls only being answered by the sound of gulls and the shifting of the tide, he takes it upon himself to look for himself.

For many moments to at least an hour he spends sifting through the wreckage of what's left of his ship, and setting each deceased crew member he can find respectably laid on the coast before he gathers up all he could of use as he moves to rest at the tree line.

"Is this all that is left? What act could I have committed to be shunned to such damnation.." Gus and his rhetoric mutters fade off with the gentle breeze that goes by before he lets out a huff and furrows his brows at a familiar sound. The growling of his stomach and the dryness of his tongue become more and more aparant as time lulls by, and before long Gus is moving inwards to begin gathering sticks to pull together a bag to stuff his belongings into before heading further inland in search of food and drink.

Baumsen gets a modest fire going, and digs a shallow pit to deposit the waxing fire in.

"This lug would make a mess of me scrappy sled." she remarks, dumping the stones out of the bag and giving it a good shake.  "We could maybe—" she says stepping closer to the animal, "—either drag it, each of us taking a hind leg, or pick it up, each of us taking a pair of legs, and carry it back."
"Drag it back to where?"

In Gus's endeavors, he is able to find a sufficient amount of dry wood, in such number that taking all his possessions would be nigh impossible in attempting to carry its full volume.  He also finds a flint knife, from some now-dead's adventures, inherited from some conquered peoples far away; and it has somehow found its way into Gus's hands.

When he would arrive at the treeline, he would find that there are rather thick layers of moss on the trees' north face.

Additionally, he finds some unfamiliar Aphassus berries growing near the forest's edge, as well as some unknown dark red fruits, the tree of which has no moss on its trunk, and a lack of vegetation at it's base, save for a few vines growing along the trunk.  Additionally, he would also find a tall columnar palm tree with large nut-seeds growing atop.

Gusamius has discovered the Geor Fruit.
Gusamius has discovered the Helia Nut.



"Drag it back to where?"
"By now the Shaman will have had a fire started near where we landed.  And I did make a primitive sled to drag some supplies up to the treeline."
"Come, we must act before night falls," she says, taking hold of one of the hind legs.

Volgya took one of the hind legs as well, and in unison with Anni, drug it back to the fire.

"Shaman, we bring food!"

The sun begins to dip lower in the sky.  Screeches can be heard coming from the jungle, from various birds and primates.

"Ah, excellent. This wood burns excellently. What did you find?"

"Ah, excellent. This wood burns excellently. What did you find?"

"By now the Shaman will have had a fire started near where we landed.  And I did make a primitive sled to drag some supplies up to the treeline."
"Come, we must act before night falls," she says, taking hold of one of the hind legs.
Volgya took one of the hind legs as well, and in unison with Anni, drug it back to the fire.
"This swine animal", Aǹni remarks while still dragging the pig the final stretch and motioning by tossing her head in the direction of the Ogorai behind her.  The Ogorai is fairly large in size.

"Swine that large, hm? Interesting. I'd wager this island is larger than the coast lets off, then."

Baumsen joins the other two in moving the Ogorai to the modest encampment.

Volgya sets the Ogorai down and begins cutting the hide away with his axe.  "I will skin the animal and get it ready to eat, begin gathering palm fronds for shelter, yes?"