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| SURVIVE 4 — Land of Savages • [DAY 3 | Early Night | In the Squall] |
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| SWAT One:
Eetu's face brightens up somewhat, "Where was it?" he asks of Theric, inquisitively, "Might there be more ships?" He seems to ignore the statement about what Theric had lost. "Maps... maps . . . " Eetu begins to pace around and saunters over to his bookcases, and navigates to a rack of scroll, looking at the wooden end caps of the scrolls, using an index finger to mark where he is. He is muttering something to himself while browsing the modest library. Douzheng is able to navigate undetected into some bushes overlooking the courtyard of some back house. There are three servants outside speaking some foreign language. They seem to be sizing each other up. As it seems to make a non-confrontational climax, the middle one reaches inside a side pouch and withdraws three shaped stones. They then chant three words or numbers before the holder casts them on the ground. The shaped stones roll and settle, two of them with dark side up and one with light side up. The holder looks quite disappointed while the other two cheer. Yana, seeing that the sun has set, settles down for the night, placing more logs in the fire and folding up in her sail-blanket. |
| Plethora:
Aif decides to follow the human trail heading ESE. Hopefully it doesn't lead to hungry cannibals. |
| SWAT One:
Aif follows the trail down and finds a patch of herbaceous plants, wait—Aif looks at an area where a section of these had been torn out of the ground—Potatoes. He continues to follow the path downward and spots the frame of an elliptical cone-shaped structure with a fire in its midst, sort of like a tent. Something stirs within as he looks from the brush. Yana, hearing rustling in he underbrush nearby, props her head up to see if she can hear where the sound is coming from. It better not be him, oh, God, let it not be him! She adjusts her footing the best she can so she can stand at any moment. Finally, she clutches the handle of her knife as if it were her on life. |
| Juncoph:
Douzheng continues to spectate the servants. |
| SWAT One:
The middle servant that Douzheng is observing picks up his stones and stuffs them back into his pouch. The three leave to enter the back of a larger house, still talking. Muffled voices can be heard in the house and on the street downhill. No one is looking in this direction for now. |
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