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SURVIVE 4 — Land of Savages • [DAY 3 | Early Night | In the Squall]
SWAT One:
Mirisham smiles back and the gates close behind Väinö. He turns around finds himself in a foggy forest in the late afternoon. Nightfall will undoubtedly come soon, and a cold night it will be. He best be resourceful. He turns back around to look into the sanctuary and finds it is no longer there, simply replaced by more forest. The fog begins to lift. Shouting can be heard to the NW.
Juncoph:
--- Quote from: SWAT One on January 07, 2018, 06:56:49 PM ---Douzheng determines based on the sound that the contents are large grains. No liquid seems to be inside.
The chest contains an ornate leather-bound book written in—Romano-Hellenic. In this land?. A †shape is pressed into its cover.
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Douzheng uses his chisel to pop off the barrel's lid. He fills his rucksack with its contents, and he also takes the book. He then continues his trip toward the inlet.
alien cunt:
Väinö, scared by the noise, tries to avoid it. He walks to the shipwreck, and takes the shirts off the corpses, then lays it on the beach as a form of thin mattress.
He puts the toppled wood in a pile before heading out torwards the NW, seeing if he could help the person yelling.
grunterdb1951:
--- Quote from: SWAT One on January 07, 2018, 04:17:32 PM ---Theric boards the cart, and the driver whips the reins, prompting the khaliyuna standing at the front to begin walking and to pull the cart forward. Eetu sighs, and after a moment, he speaks rather calmly, looking forward, "You know I can have you killed for something like this. . . but I won't. . ." He turns to face him, "You are an [unknown]. You didn't know. . ." The carriage rides along all the same toward the house up on the ridge. "We'll talk in detail when we arrive back." They arrive back at the house and the cart stops out front. The servants are walking about, doing their various tasks. The sun sinks lower in the sky.
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"You're right. I really don't know." Says Theric with a frown, his teeth gritting as he lets his frustration show. Theric is mostly quiet for the ride, glancing around somewhat anxiously. "I don't want to sound like I'm making excuses, but..." He looks back at Eetu, shrugging, "I honestly don't know what I did last night. I remember drinking, talking... And that's it." Theric looks over his shoulder as the carriage is pulled along, his gaze peering around. "It doesn't help I can barely understand what you're all saying.". There's a brief moment of amusement at that last sentence, but he wipes it away quickly as the situation sinks in a little more.
When the cart comes out in front of the house, he peers at the building they're coming up to with glances all around. "Right... No pressure." he murmurs to himself in his regular tongue.
SWAT One:
Douzheng manages to pop off the barrel's lid, but not without bending his chisel enough to be noticeable. The barrel is full of unroasted, whole wheat grains. He manages to fit around 10 lbs. of grain in his bag. Little room is left in it. The remaining weight of the barrel is around 250 lbs.
His travels take him along the coast, over a pesky rock formation, and eventually to the mouth of the bay. He gathers many of the berries of all three varieties and stores them away. He also gathers the mushrooms of both known varieties. Upon picking the paludiak mushroom, however, his skin becomes irritated by the dust they deposit on his hands. He finds out that they can be identified by some droopy caps and white shelves underneath.
Eventually, he makes it to the mouth of the inlet, but all the boats have gone back into the inlet by this time in the evening.
Vaino finds he as no longer at the shipwreck. There were no corpses where he was and no garments to gather from him. No wood blanks from the ship on which he had arrived. He is in an unfamiliar section of forest surrounded by fog. The fog begins to lift and dissipate. The voices grow closer; they're shouting in some foreign language. Either it was the slight glow of their torches or the late afternoon's sunlight that caused the fog to shift into a golden color, but nonetheless, it began to flicker.
Eetu doesn't seem to understand all of what Theric is saying but recognizes the earnest tone in your voice. "It's time that you learn our language in full," he says as they disembark. "I am glad to explain the problem to you fully."
They are shown to an upper room of the house, which serves as a sort of study. Several books sit in shelves, and several hunting trophies are mounted on the wall, from stag to wolf, from bear to squirrel. High up on the wall, nearing the eaves of the roof, there is also a simplistic drawing of an oblong shape with spikes protruding from it. It has been stabbed by spears, and a man is holding a torch next to it. It appears to be on fire. There are also other mounted weapons on the walls, from axes to spears, from sraight swords, to sickle swords to daggers.
There is a fireplace lit in the room, and Eetu shows you to a room with a table. At it is two tankards and a keg—smaller than hat as used last night, and something that Theric alone could probably drink. "Please, sit." He waits at the door and waves a servant out of the room, who promptly leaves the room and locks the door, sliding the key underneath, which Eetu picks up before walking to the table and sitting at it himself.
The tankards are empty, and Eetu dispenses his own beer from the keg first before offering to Theric.
Yana forms the clay pot in her hands carefully, making sure to leave no crevice or nick, before placing it in the fire to bake. The pot rests in the coals for a while, and she keeps herself warm, occasionally checking the pot by tapping its side with a stick. Once it had hardened, she fishes it out and waits for it to cool substantially before heading back down to the river to scoop up water and boil it in the fire.