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Author Topic: SURVIVE 4 — Land of Savages • [DAY 3 | Early Night | In the Squall]  (Read 30637 times)

Aif returns to his fire, being sure to mark in his mind where the good branches were.  The dark will make things a lot harder for him, and he determines to try to get some shuteye.  He eats what remains of the mushrooms and berries and tends the fire until he drops off.

As Theric makes his way down the hill, the people first observe to see if it is a familiar face, and seeing that it's no one that they know, step back cautiously. Those who are more intoxicated do more of a stumble. The guards raise their spears at Theric as he continues down the hill and bark orders, whether at him or at the other guards. They don't approach him aggressively, however, and hold their ground as he approaches. As he holds out his gift of coins, the townspeople begin to look at one another. Following Theric's bow, the voice of an older male is heard behind the crowd, speaking an unfamiliar tongue. He steps out from the doorframe from the back of a large wood, stone and plaster house, walking straight toward Theric, and the guards loosen their grip a little.

The elder crosses past the spear points and reaches out his wrinkled hand to receive the gift.

Theric's eyes flick back and forth between everyone gathered. He maintains his place, lips pursed as his eyes following the rising spear heads that point towards him. He takes this moment to get a glimpse at everyone's face, though his attention is snared when he hears foreign words being barked. The voice of an elder has Theric looking over as the old man comes forward.

He glances down at the outstretched hand- placing the armor and the coin purse atop of it into the old mans grasp with a controlled gentleness. After this, he looks up to the elder making the motions of sipping from a cup, and then pointing at himself.

Aif's fire keeps warming and growing healthier. The sizzling of the pine pitch keeps the fire bright and warm. After eating the remaining food he gathered, he drifts off to sleep on the ground, warmed by the fire.



The elder ignores Theric's request, taking a moment to look over the armor, holding the bag of coins between his side and he crook of his arm. He glances over its features for a minute, using the glow of the bonfire nearby to inspect its features. He then calls out to one of the guards, who lowers his spear and steps forward to receive the armor as the elder hands it back to him. The guard maintains eye contact with Theric, receiving the gift and handing the armor to his officer, who stands behind the line of spearmen.

The elder speaks to Theric, looking him in the eyes, but Theric is unable to discern whether he asked a question, made a statement, or issued a command. The elder maintains eye contact while retrieving the bag and pouring the contents into his hand. His eyes widen at the sight of the gold and silver coins, and a hum-like murmur is heard from the crowd to the sides which can see the contents as they begin speaking to amongst one another.

The elder looks back to the captain of the guard and starts shouting orders, pointing this way and that, highlighting other people amongst the crowd and issuing orders likewise. The people ordered scatter in different directions The onlookers seem to calm down, and the guards return at ease. In a moment, the elder receives an old bronze tankard and smiles, handing it to Theric. It's a brimming, foaming glass of ale. Still smiling, he receives a tankard himself and beckons Theric to drink, raising his own drink also.

Theric's lips purse as his request isn't immediately met. His eyes flick between every moving figure before they land back onto the elder. He stares back at the guard, a small lopsided frown on his features as he watches the armor go back beyond the spear line. There's a sniffle, and he's taking a cautious look around the area.

Then he hears the older voice, looking back to the Elder with a confused blink. Their eyes lock, and he tries to discern his motives from look alone before he replies in his own tongue. "I don't know what you're saying." he says, his brows furrowing with his words. When he sees the elders reaction to the coins, his own brows rise in a little surprise. It's not that big of a deal... is it? Well, the crowd seems to think it is.

Theric seems confused now, looking around as everything seems to have just gone back to normal since before he showed up. When the bronze tankard is offered towards him, he looks down at it and gives its contents a sniff... Yeah- that's booze. Eyes widen and he licks his lips, looking up to the Elder and giving him a gracious nod. "Thank you!" he says, in a course and excited voice before he's leaning back and chugging it down with little suspicion. He wanted water and got booze- that's pretty good in his book. Once he's done, he raises his tankard and lets out a small cheer, as if he's been hanging out with the people here for ages.

This place is pretty alright.

Theric stays up late into the night and parties with the people of the household. They briefly show Theric a view of the rest of the village, which they call Akkeman, and they, the Akkemani. Other parties are going on within the small costal town, and Theric learns that they were in the middle of their Tervetuloa Kevään celebration, welcoming in the springtime to come before planting would begin. Some villagers help him to learn the bare basics of their language. The elder is called Eetu, and also introduces his sons and daughters, the heads of the servants, the captain of the guard, and some others. Hearing that a foreigner had reached their village, several other villagers come to the house to marvel at the newcomer. After being provided food and drink, Theric is given a bed and drifts off to sleep.

He wakes up the next morning in a somewhat musty room with stone & plaster walls with wooden beams. A window barred only with some wood planks is high on the wall, touching the low ceiling. There are numerous bags, boxes and clay jars around the room. He must have been put up in the cellar.  He looks to his side, and his spear was rested against the wall.



Aif wakes up with a start, shivering, with a cold and sore back which was left facing away from the fire he had built, which is now only coals and embers left behind. It is morning. All around him is fog. He cannot see to the mainland as he was able to yesterday. He is hungry and his mouth is dry.



Väinö spent the night in a restless apprehension over what his fate would be on this unknown land. He is cold, sore, tired, hungry, and thirsty and surrounded in a cloud of fog.



Yana wakes up early and stretches before she climbs down the tree in which she had taken residence, taking her sailcloth and rope hammock down with her. She comes back down to her fire, which now lay as a pile of ashes and soot. With her stomach growling, she immediately goes out on the hunt for food, whether animal or plant. Knowing what is already familiar to her, she finds some mokachi berries and eats some of them, only barely satiating her hunger.
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Aif groans and sits up, taking stock of what remains.  All of the edible mushrooms have been eaten, and he knows there will be few berries left from where he took them before.  He stretches, gets up, and goes to check for some nonetheless, remembering that he was before able to sate his thirst with the dew, though it seems worse than it was previously.

Aif then decides to follow the shoreline, in hopes of finding some stream of fresh water to more fully sate his thirst, and hopefully more food.  As he goes, he looks to pick up a walking stick and some kindling for another fire when the time comes, as well as more edibles.

Theric regaled the people with his tales as best as he could given his basic knowledge of their tongue and his probably fairly drunken state. His raids in a land far east called Kaubern, a wealthy and humid empire, and the path him and his people carved all the way to the Romani. Again- as best as he could, which probably left plenty of holes in his story. He did make an effort to put himself in a heroic light, of course.

But now the night's over, and morning has come.

Theric groans. His eyes flutter open, looking left and right as he grunts- sniffling a bit. A hand comes over to rub his face, groaning as he sits up from his bed. He checks himself over, before he's getting up and grabbing his spear- slinging it over. He's checking himself just to make sure there's nothing new that shouldn't be there- and that everything that should be there still is. He heads over to make his way out from the cellar into the village to begin taking a proper, sober look around at the village and the area surrounding for landmarks.


Aif finds everything he had earlier he still has, except of course for the wood he has purposefully burned in the fire. As he returns to the bushes, he sees that there are indeed some berries left over—ones that he could not see or pick in the darkness. The dew is bountiful given the fog that enshrouds the forest.

The forest along the sea is littered with various berry bushes, including the ones that he had eaten from earlier, as well as some thorny bushes with small clusters of round, black berries and also ones with small clusters of black aggregate berries, also with thorny branches. Their leaves, however, still differ the first has elliptic shape and entire edge/margin. The latter is of falcate shape and serrulate edge/margin. Both have cross-vennulate veins.[See: Resources]

« Aif has discovered the Endani Bush »

Aif gathers a sturdy walking stick which elbowed portion fits snugly in his palm and as much wood that would be good for burning if only it was not dampened by the dew.

His travels take him to a curve in the shoreline where the forest is beginning to thin out somewhat.



There is chatter going on upstairs, and people shuffling about, the sounds of the people stepping down on the wood floor above Theric resonate loudly in the room, or maybe in his head. As he gets up, an incessant throbbing beats in his head. Thankfully, nothing of his seems to be missing, but when did this garment get here? It appears to be someone's outer cloak.

Theric leaves the cellar, opening the door to a small hallway which leads straight and to the left to a common room. A female servant hurriedly carrying a large stack of laundry greets him curtly before continuing on her course to the common room. He exits a door to his right, leading back out to the place where the party took place last night. Two male servants, one younger and one the chef take down the casks that were used for beer last night, loading them onto a wheelbarrow.

As he turns left toward the front of the house, he finally gets a good view of the entire village. There are many buildings, some of which line a river flowing out to the sea. Some are larger, and there appears to be smaller houses varying in number around each larger house. Four particularly large buildings catch Theric's attention—one is in the city's center atop a ridge overlooking the river, one is one of the houses built more grand than the rest, one rests upon the river, and another is inland to the west, where parts of the forest had been replaced by small fields which lay fallow following winter's frost. His trip through town is met by it's inhabitants with some greeting, some apprehension, and a lot of curiosity—there is not a moment where Theric didn't feel he was being watched. His trip takes him down to the river bank, where women sell fish caught from the river and sea, and fishermen come in with their haul.



Yana's search for food is met with some success. Suspecting that any roots would betray her the least, she locates a flat rock takes it with her, seeking out small herbaceous shrubs on the ground that she can dig up. She finds a patch of herbaceous plants with perfoliate-shaped leaves, crenate edges, and rotate venation. She digs and finds a root network with numerous small spuds. Elated, she uproots the plant, shakes off the dirt that she can, and stuffs them in her bag. These will probably have to be washed, and soon.

« Yana has discovered the Bolviadt Shrub »

While on her search, she takes advantage of the dew that rests on the plants to satiate her thirst. She could hear several animals scurry and shuffle away in the fog, but could not see them. After she had searched for a good long while, she begins to travel ESE, where she believes there could be water.

Therics hand grips the cloak, staring down at it with confusion muddled by the pounding in his head. He yawns some more before he asks whoever's willing to stop and listen who the cloak belongs to. Theric also decides to grind some rep. He offers to lend a hand along the way with the young man and chef- though he opts to let the woman go along her way.

When he's out of the house and done with the two male servants, his brows furrow a bit as he adjusts to the sunlight from sleeping in a cellar. The first thing that catches his gaze is the building within the city's center atop the ridge. That immediately takes priority on checking out first, and so he begins to march off in the direction to see if he can get over there to get a good look out to the surrounding area.

But, the pressure is on. Theric glances at the people staring back at him, and though he's had these stares on him before he's still never gotten completely used to them. For greeting he gets, he returns it. For those who simply stare on- they get a look back. If he hadn't gotten an answer to the question about a cloak before- he's asking a few people who look comfortable around him whose it might be.

Theric keeps doubly sure to make sure that his spear is carried in the most passive way he can manage.

Before setting off in earnest, Aif gets what he can from the dew and the berries he recognizes, and gives the others a taste, eating them if they're not bitter or vegetabley tasting, though with less caution, as he remembers somewhere hearing that berries on thornbushes are often edible, at least he thinks he remembers it.

Theric assists the men loading the cart, loading all the casks on to it's bed. The men thank Theric and give him a small deerskin bag tied closed with deerskin leather bands. Inside it is a large, hard, dry, baked cracker. Asking these men about the cloak results in them exchanging looks, smiling suggestively before patting him on the back as they pass him by, heading back towards the house.

A boy leading a strange bird creature—larger than he had ever seen—heads for the cart as Theric leaves.

« Theric has discovered the Khaliyuna »

On his way toward the larger building at the center of town, he asks a few others who seem friendly or courteous. The men smile, the women stare, and the girls giggle. As he arrives at the large building, he finds there are guards posted at each entrance.

Any other greeting he returns is met with an earnest smile.



Quenched my the dew of the morning, Aif feels a new vigor. The red berries that he had eaten before are not short in supply, and he eats plenty. The birds that flit about enjoy their taste as well. The round taralki berries are sweet and tart in taste and full of numerous small seeds. The aggregate endani berries taste sour and somewhat bitter. He spits these out.

After a few minutes, his stomach feels upset He doesn't know which berry caused it, however.



Yana's travels take her to another forest clearing. Seeing that this patch could be suitable for settlement, she makes markings with her knife on some of the trees and continues eastward until she finds a river. In the river she sees some fish trying to swim upstream. With the plan of eating one of these, she searches for and finds a straight stick which she can use to spear the fish. She begins sharpening it with her knife.

« Yana has discovered the Daliba »
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For every suggestive grin he gets, Theric just gives them back a stare of indifference. Sure, that's cool and all- but he still needs to know whose damn cloak it is.

When he's out of the house, his eyes stare at the giant choco- Uh, Khaliyuna. That's a big chicken, he thinks to himself with a slow blink- but he carries himself onto his destination for now.

For each of the uninformative replies he gets with his question, he's rubbing the back of his head as he's looking progressively more and more annoyed. When he finally makes his way over to the building, he approaches and hails one of the guards. Some simple questions, what the building is, whose cloak it is, and if he can look around from this spot to figure out the area surrounding the village.

Väinö clutches his chest in hunger. He desperately searches for something to eat in the fog, trying to not let his exhaustion overwhelm him.

After searching, he attempts to put those wooden beams up into a 2 row 2 column area, and puts the planks ontop. He stares as the flimsy boards shake with the wind. Väinö decides to search for any objects to bind it together with, and to fall asleep. He knows its day, but even the sunlight cant stop him. He has to sleep.

The pain from the cold and his sores on him burns.

Theric realizes that the village are tending to be tight-lipped about Theric's questions.

the guard standing to the left side of the door—Theric's right—puts a palm out to stop him and tilts his spear in toward the doorway. The other guard also does the same. As Theric begins asking questions, however, the guards reply to him, as Theric understands it,

"No, you don't [unknown] in the house [unknown]." They persist even more seriously when he seems to ask to enter more directly, even if to view around. They point to Theric, their own eyes with to fingers, and then the areas surrounding the village, seeming to indicate a path or route by which he can travel, though he does not understand what they are saying.

When he asks them about the cloak, one of them half-smiles, but forces his lips sealed. The other clears his throat and shakes his head, pointing to the periphery to deflect the question.



Väinö scours the forest for food and finds a few berry bushes, some red and round, some black and round, and others dark blue and aggregate. He cuts his hands slightly in his frantic movements. Fortunately, any blood that is flowing is so small of an amount that he isn't too concerned.

Fortunately, the burns on his hand from the lantern has substantially subsided. It looks like the lantern is about to go out, however.

His light construct falls over. I need something like rope, twine, or nails. There's no way that this will stand on its own, he thinks to himself. However, as the fog begins to lift after his search, he notices a wrecked boat crashed north of him, far in the distance.



Aif, while searching for berries and dew, stumbles upon an old sickle-type sword, mostly buried under dirt, ferns and moss.



Yana sets down her load by the river bank and again girds her loins. Making the best of her complete lack of adequate fishing skills, tries to thrust the newly-made spear into the water to kill the fish, but they dart away as she prepares. She tries this over and over again with little success, but eventually decides to stay still and wait, finally thrusting the spear through a mid-sized daliba's side. As quick as she can, she rushes to catch it and pull it from the water.

She does so, struggling to maintain a grasp as it frantically wriggles about in her hands, however, she brings it to a flat stone a good distance from the water and uses her knife to take off its head, stopping the fish from moving.

Now, for a fire...

Aif endures the pains in his gut, making not to eat more moderately.

He purses his lips at the sword.  Examining it, he sees that the metal has corroded superficially, but is mostly sound, though the edge has dulled well beyond use.  He wondered whether the land might be inhabited, be it by savages or a civilized people.  He slides the sword between his body and belt as comfortably as he can and searches some more - perhaps there's more to be found.  Regardless, he takes care to move as quietly as possible both in foraging and traveling, lest some unknown enemy get the drop on him.