Between 2 Rivers - In Character

[Biscaria]

After eating her fruit, and resting for a bit, Iola looked up at the sky and saw that the sun was in a different position than it was before. She got up and looked at her citrus supply, noticing that some parts of them were already browning. Suddenly, a brilliant idea popped into her head. I know what I'll do! I'll start a fire and roast some of these fruits! They'll keep longer and still taste good right? She looked over at the Vipera. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" she said to the sculpture. Not expecting a response, Iola then set out to gather some wood for her makeshift fire.

Once she gathered a number of twigs and a couple small branches from around the grove, she put them into pile. "Now I think I know what to do," she said to Vipera."You've got to get a wood pile, and then twist around a stick real fast until it catches fire. Simple."

Iola then carried out her fire-making plan; however, her hands were not strong enough (with nary a callus), and she did not spin the stick hard enough. So, at the end of the day and after hours trying, Iola gave up and plopped down on the ground. "Oh well," she said aloud. "At least I've got the wood though."

As the sun began to go down, Iola decided to rest for the day. She chose a comfortable-enough (though still lacking) and secluded position on some grass and in a few minutes fell asleep. After all, it had been a day of adjustment and Iola still had quite a bit of adjustment to go.

Afternoon Action: Gather 1 wood, attempt (unsuccessfully) to make a fire.
Night Action: Rest/Sleep
8/8 Vitae

[Harkback Union]

- DAY 2 -

The night was mild an uneventful. The skies were clear, and stargazing was a worthwhile endeavor. The morning however brought an unpleasant surprise!

All of the leftover meat has spoiled, along with leftover fruit, much faster then it was expected. They are no longer safe to eat.

The morning breeze brought orange leaves from across the river, the weather seemed slightly colder then before and a fleet of clouds were slowly amassing on the horizon, casting long shadows over the land.

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Around midday, a herd of wild mouflons gazed across one of the great rivers. They seemed to have instinctively known where the water is shallow, and headed north-west across the lands of Eden.
Available Actions:
- Hunt Moufons (Requires hunting skill and weapon): Unpredictable outcome
- Domesticate Moufons (Requires herding skill): Requires Herding Skill. 33% Success chance. Use of Vegetables and Rope increases success chance by 33% each. Failure may result in injury.

[ApplePieistan]

Day 2

Having secretly entered the Northwest yesterday, Opal was well prepared to hunt the Moufons today. She had her spear ready and knew how to hunt. The only problem is Opal was completely unfamiliar with the area! Plus, that kid with the bag could be lurking around any corner, and who knows? Maybe he’s hiding in a tree or shrub, just waiting to pounce. It would be best to once-over the area, making sure Temet isn’t creeping anywhere, or trying to be elusive in general. As Opal searched the area, she also kept an eye out for anything else of interest, like more banana trees, corpses, clay, or really anything of interest. After Opal can make sure the area is relatively safe, she would feel comfortable hunting here.

ACTION: Explore Northwest area

[G-Tech Corporation]

Jarn, Morning, Day 2

Just after dawn Jarn awoke from the short catnap he had stolen once the rays of light of the approaching sun had made stargazing impossible; he felt energized and ready to tackle a new day, but there was a curious noise that broke his reverie. Bleating, lowing... they were sounds that were half familiar, but which he could not readily place. Swinging down out of the branches of the grove in which he had made his bed, the warrior landed lightly, and dropped into a crouch, creeping towards the unfamiliar noises.

It was fortune that favored the people of Eden, certainly. The creatures which revealed themselves before his gaze had shaggy hair-coats, likely good for weaving or as simple clothing, and seemed docile enough at his approach. They had no fear of man, not yet, though they seemed wary enough of him to walk away if he tried to get too close.

Meat on the hoof. Jarn unslung his spear, and set to work. He wasn't much of a hunter, but that could change with practice, and these were a fine game to pursue.

Morning: Train hunting pursuing the Mouflon herd
Afternoon: Train hunting pursuing the Mouflon herd

[The Knights of Azorea]

Ussur

He had travelled far, since the morning of fishing by the riverside, and what Ussur had seen mystified him, filling his mind as he strode down, cautiously through the woods. He remembered half-seen beasts in the dark, and he had seen what damage they could do, so he walked with a branch ready at hand. He held his other hand tightly around the coin, feeling the roughness and smoothness of its edge and faces, brushing his coarse fingers against the cool of the metal. He followed the map, almost by memory, across the strange landscape, setting his course towards the little patch of water the withered old scroll showed him. His net still held around him, hidden under his cloak, and with any luck he would find his daily food in that water as in the river.

The revelations of the night dwelt with him still, and the feeling of cool metal did not leave his fingers. There was more to the land, and he knew it now even more than he had escaping that labyrinth.

(Considering the map, I don't know if exploring the body of water counts as an action. If not, my morning action will be fishing there, if it provides suitable fishing grounds.)

Vitae: 8/10
Inventory: Net, Map, Coins, Box.

[ApplePieistan]

Jarn, Morning, Day 2

Just after dawn Jarn awoke from the short catnap he had stolen once the rays of light of the approaching sun had made stargazing impossible; he felt energized and ready to tackle a new day, but there was a curious noise that broke his reverie. Bleating, lowing... they were sounds that were half familiar, but which he could not readily place. Swinging down out of the branches of the grove in which he had made his bed, the warrior landed lightly, and dropped into a crouch, creeping towards the unfamiliar noises.

It was fortune that favored the people of Eden, certainly. The creatures which revealed themselves before his gaze had shaggy hair-coats, likely good for weaving or as simple clothing, and seemed docile enough at his approach. They had no fear of man, not yet, though they seemed wary enough of him to walk away if he tried to get too close.

Meat on the hoof. Jarn unslung his spear, and set to work. He wasn't much of a hunter, but that could change with practice, and these were a fine game to pursue.

Morning: Train hunting pursuing the Mouflon herd
Afternoon: Train hunting pursuing the Mouflon herd

When Opal had finished exploring the Northwestern area, she noticed Jarn trying to teach himself how to hunt. He clearly didn’t know what he was doing, and it looked very funny. This seemed like as appropriate time as ever to make fun of him, which Opal did without hesitation. “I think my grandma heard you coming, and she’s deaf.” A period of disproportionately hard laughter immediately followed, after which Opal continues “Anyway, I forgot to mention, my name’s Opal. I just finished exploring this area, no signs of bag kid so far, so he’s either in the Northeast, on that hill in this area I haven’t fully explored, or got he carried away by that mysterious guy I saw last night. You could explore the hill if you want, or you could forage around for something edible. Whatever you do, stop trying to hunt; I got that covered.” Opal continues to chuckle, thinking about Jarn’s attempt to teach himself hunting.

[Harkback Union]

Jarn, Morning, Day 2

Just after dawn Jarn awoke from the short catnap he had stolen once the rays of light of the approaching sun had made stargazing impossible; he felt energized and ready to tackle a new day, but there was a curious noise that broke his reverie. Bleating, lowing... they were sounds that were half familiar, but which he could not readily place. Swinging down out of the branches of the grove in which he had made his bed, the warrior landed lightly, and dropped into a crouch, creeping towards the unfamiliar noises.

It was fortune that favored the people of Eden, certainly. The creatures which revealed themselves before his gaze had shaggy hair-coats, likely good for weaving or as simple clothing, and seemed docile enough at his approach. They had no fear of man, not yet, though they seemed wary enough of him to walk away if he tried to get too close.

Meat on the hoof. Jarn unslung his spear, and set to work. He wasn't much of a hunter, but that could change with practice, and these were a fine game to pursue.

Morning: Train hunting pursuing the Mouflon herd
Afternoon: Train hunting pursuing the Mouflon herd

The Mouflon's were no strangers to danger. Whenever Jarn tried to quietly approach them, the critters instinctively moved away, maintaining a steady distance. Charging at the Mouflons caused them to scatter and speed away in multiple direction, before gathering back together at a nearby meadow. Eventually, Jarn realized that while the average Moufon is no easy prey, there are some critters can't keep up the chase, either because they are too old, too young or have suffered injuries. Jarn learned to isolate these from the rest of the heard, and successfully cornered one by clay pits. The animal fell inside during the chase, further injuring his limbs, unable to climb out...

He looked like enough meat to make a decent supper.

(The Mouflons can be slaughtered without spending an action. This young one would only yield 1 meat.)

[Harkback Union]

After eating her fruit, and resting for a bit, Iola looked up at the sky and saw that the sun was in a different position than it was before. She got up and looked at her citrus supply, noticing that some parts of them were already browning. Suddenly, a brilliant idea popped into her head. I know what I'll do! I'll start a fire and roast some of these fruits! They'll keep longer and still taste good right? She looked over at the Vipera. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" she said to the sculpture. Not expecting a response, Iola then set out to gather some wood for her makeshift fire.

Once she gathered a number of twigs and a couple small branches from around the grove, she put them into pile. "Now I think I know what to do," she said to Vipera."You've got to get a wood pile, and then twist around a stick real fast until it catches fire. Simple."

Iola then carried out her fire-making plan; however, her hands were not strong enough (with nary a callus), and she did not spin the stick hard enough. So, at the end of the day and after hours trying, Iola gave up and plopped down on the ground. "Oh well," she said aloud. "At least I've got the wood though."

As the sun began to go down, Iola decided to rest for the day. She chose a comfortable-enough (though still lacking) and secluded position on some grass and in a few minutes fell asleep. After all, it had been a day of adjustment and Iola still had quite a bit of adjustment to go.

Afternoon Action: Gather 1 wood, attempt (unsuccessfully) to make a fire.
Night Action: Rest/Sleep
8/8 Vitae

The fire petered out in the night, and so it was quite dark when Iola awakened a few hours after twilight. She felt a light pain in her stomach, perhaps it was something she ate...

It didn't seem to be serious, as the pain went away by the following morning, but the worry kept Iola up all night.

Note, each type of food may be only eaten once. Fires can be created, but they have no relevance to the mechanics (yet), and so they don't qualify as an action. Iola should begin day 2 with 7/8 vitae, but should also have 1 more action to spend for day 1.

[Ruskland-Preuben]

Waking up to a fine morning, Ryder immediately registered a fact in his mind. He was hungry, and he knew fishing, and so he proceeded downwards to the southern river, to the southernmost fish patch. Spear in hand, and slowly came upon a large fish, and, spear in hand, attempted to impale it, it eluded his efforts, but still was it visible. And this went on and on until late afternoon, when he finally caught it. Later on at night, he slept, banishing his exhaustion away.

Action
Morning: Travel to southernmost fish patch
Afternoon: Fish some
Night: Sleep

[Labstoska]

Day 2
When in the early hours of the morning Septimus was able to arise from the murky depths of unconsciousness he found that not only was he starving and his body aching but all supplies that he had bought from the land further up the river had rotted despite the fact that they were only a day old. Now Septimus had to forage for food in a land that he was more unfamiliar with, so instead of being able to eat his food and recover his health he now had to acquaint himself with the new region. He began to explore the new region by first naming it and what better name was there than his own and so the land came to be known as Septomia and his his naming skills were excellent his exploring skills were not which lead to him spending the entirety of the morning attempting to chart the area.

actions: Explore region

[G-Tech Corporation]

Evening, Day 2

At long last, Jarn cornered one of the beasts, a young specimen not yet knowledgeable enough in the ways of the herd to avoid his loping stride cutting it away from the bleating mass of which it had formerly been part. Looking down at the confused creatures, legs injured by its fall into the clay pit, the warrior came to an easy decision; he had no means of restraining the mouflon, and it was already injured. It would be less cruel to put it out of its misery.

A quick strike to the base of the skull with the haft of his spear, severing the spinal column from the seat of the mind. The sheep fell like a rock, and Jarn sheathed his spear, stooping to carry the still lifeless body away from the muddy depths into which it had fallen.

A small fire. Built with twigs and sticks swiftly as night's cloak enfolded the land, it cast lurid shadows against the trees the man had built it nearby, and the aroma of sizzling meat filled the cool evening air. It was difficult to cook the meat evenly, twisting it as the hunter did on a long length of branched wood stricken from a nearby tree, spitted, but it was a damn sight better than eating the stuff raw. His stomach was growling fiercely by the time Jarn had cooked enough morsels for a meal, and he ate ravenously, having hunted since dawn for the meal.

But tiredness did not yet overcome his bones. Buttressed by a hearty meal, and with the moon full and brilliant in the sky lighting the nightlands almost like day, Jarn set out for a new land. Eden this may be, but the verdant lands troubled him, and instinctively Jarn knew that to stay here long would be to invite disaster. South and east he set out, following the bank of the western river and its calming burbling, towards the setting moon.

Butcher Mouflon, eat 1 Meat, travel SE to new region | 9/10 Vitae

[Indo-pasif archipelago]

Cairn, Day Two
Cairn woke up early in the morning, when the first light of the dawn broke through the dark night. He spent the night beneath the palm trees, using the dried leaves as his bed. Last afternoon he had travelled towards what he thought as approximately the middle ground of Eden. It took him some time, but since he didn't able to find any wild animals in the Grove he thought that he would try to find it somewhere else.

The first thing he noticed in the morning was that the coconut fruit he stored the day before had become spoiled; the shell had become brittle and greyish in colour, and when he cracked it open and test the water it tasted sour. For the morning, it seemed that he would have no breakfast. The windy, cold day made it worse. He was going to climb and take another piece of fruit when he heard a thumping sound nearby.

He moved closer to the source of the sound and saw with his eyes a magnificent sight of a hundred beast rampaging through the green plains. The sound of their hooves thumping the ground sounded very much like an endless thunder. It was so loud, Cairn could feel his bones moving along with him.

With the Mouflon came a memory rushing to Cairn's head. He recalled how in the past he tended similar creatures, albeit smaller and less savage. Cairn knew he could try to catch them, but he would need rope to do so. He also didn't have any small berries or food to attract their attention. It would be very impossible to catch one, he thought to himself. His thought told him that it would be suicidal.

His heart however, had recalled the experience of it.

He didn't remember much, just a vague collection of feelings and sensations. It was still an incentive enough for him to try to catch one of these creatures. Their milk, he tried to rationalize himself, could be drank and their fur could be weaved into ropes and clothes and other stuffs.

And so he tried to catch the stampeding beast. He aimed for the smaller one, the one that might not impaled him with its head should Cairn fail to catch them, but it was still no easy task. He spent the morning and the afternoon trying to catch them and direct their movement, he was so focused in fact that when he finally rested and looked up at the sky, the sun had reclined from its throne in the sky and began to set beneath the horizon.

Day 1 afternoon act: Travel towards the centre of the map
Day 2 actions morning and afternoon: Domesticate Mouflon

[ApplePieistan]

Day 2

Jarn seemed to ignore Opal’s mockery, which may have been for the best. It was funny, but she wouldn’t want to put a strain on their relationship. She says to Jarn “Alright, I’m gonna explore that hill over there. If I need you, I’ll whistle. Got it? Cool.”

Opal looked around the hill she saw during her exploration this morning, hoping to find signs of Temet, or that other scary guy she saw last night. During her search, Opal kept to the tall grass, praying it would allow her to remain concealed. If Temet were to see her, he would certainly run away. If that hulking nomad stranger she saw yesterday were to see her, other bad things may happen. It would be best to get the drop on anyone or anything that she comes across, for safety, and for surprise attacks. Who knows, maybe she might be able to come across that mysterious stranger’s stash of food.

Action: Explore Northwestern hill

[The Knights of Azorea]

Ussur

Ussur spent the morning dredging through the lakes and ponds of the marsh, carefully treading through the wet, uncertain ground of the land. He had almost slipped into the more stagnant pools more than once, and he did not like to imagine what he would find, or what could find him if he were to get stuck, or if he were to exhaust himself struggling through the dirt. He managed to retrieve a few small salty fish from the ponds of the marsh, but he spent the mainstay of his day retrieving small morsels, shellfish and the like from around the marsh. He could not stomach eating a frog, at least not without a fire to sear the thing, and so the amphibian population of the rich marshland managed to avoid him. By the turn of the afternoon, he had realised he would have to find something more to eat than just whatever he could find in these pools.

He could not be certain he would always have a forager on hand to trade with, and so he decided to attempt to learn. He searched throughout the forest marsh, looking through the rich grasses and scrub flora in search of any edible morsels.

Afternoon Action; Eat 1 Fish, Study Foraging.
Vitae: 9
Inventory: Net, Map, Coins, Box, 2 Fish.

[Biscaria]

Iola, Afternoon, Day 1

Afternoon Action: Study Tool Making

Iola, Morning, Day 2
Iola was awake as the sun came up, but had already been in that state for several hours beforehand. She had thought that citrus fruits were good for you yet, during the night, she had noticed the signs indigestion ringing through her bowels. It was unpleasant, but what really kept her up at night was worry. Worry about the danger of the new land, and how maybe all the fruit could be be toxic. Worry about the spear-bearers who could be wandering at night looking for prey; she faintly remembered hearing human screams from the south in the previous day.

She assumed something had happened to the boy Temet, but tried to ignore thinking about it in the day. After all, if the spear-wielders were behind the teenager boy's misery, then they would certainly also be willing to attack a sad, poor, and defenseless woman such as herself. This was her worry, anyway, which revisited her during the night during the interludes of stomach cramps. By the time of the next dawn, Iola had only received about five hours of sleep and an anxious mind.

Quickly, she came to the conclusion that she must get as far she could away from the spear-wielders. She packed up whatever fruit she had in the folds of her dress, and took Vipera with her as she set out to the north. Ignoring the fact that her sandals could get muddy, she went off in the northerly direction hoping to find a place of safety, and luckily friendly locals as well.

Iola, Afternoon, Day 2
Iola's sandals were certainly muddy; she had been skirting forest marshes for hours! And while he saw little minnows and other creatures in the water of small pools, she had not seen anything of respite. For sustenance, she stomached drinking from the freshwater of the pools, but she could not catch the creatures within. She could not bring herself to eat the fruit she had brought with her due to the threat of illness, and so she started scrounging the grasses for anything to eat. But yet, suddenly, she heard a rustle of the grass not caused by herself. Taken aback, she called out meekly.

"Wh- who's there?"

Morning Action: Travel to the unknown North (where Ussur is)
Afternoon Action: Explore the North-Eastern Forest, Forage
Night Action: Sleep
Vitae 7/8

[Cainesland]

Previous Day
After a long journey through deserts and forests, mountains and plains, Tribes and villages both nomadic and stationary, and paths both cobbled and non existent, Simon was excited to find the Ancient City. Its large volume was filled with majestic tools and structures, reminiscent of times long since past. He went off to explore he cities streets and alleys, coming upon a large structure that had an aura of authority and resembled a museum or place of governance. Inside he found numerous decaying portraits of long dead people, note pages written in an indiscernible language, and a fireplace that looks like it might not have seen operation in ages. It was made of brick, and was covered with moss, and spiderwebs, and a heavy layer of dust. Bats and other insects made the structure their home as well. Above the fireplace was a glass case containing a pickaxe, etched with the image of a bat on either side and notches along the handle. The glass had shards missing and the bronze that composed the pickaxe looked a bit green and corroded, but it still had the appearance of having a few more swings left in it. Unable to read the note on the glass, he still got the impression that it once belonged to a place of importance or privilege and perhaps might have been used by someone of power or prominence. This would be the object taken by Simon as his item of interest from the ruins of the ancient city.

Following the discovery of the reservoir, Simon made his way back with the rest of the group. The lack of water was unfortunate, but when they discovered the underground river, he was against expanding the hole in the wall out of fear of the amount of water it would invite in. His objections were ultimately overruled and the hole was enlarged, leading to a larger amount of water flowing in. The amount increased exponentially, and bits of rock chipped away, until a veritable cascade of water flooded the reservoir and began over flowing over the reservoirs brim. The lowest reaches began to fill up and the group made their way up to the highest point available, which was the temples gates. As the water approached the level of the gates, Simon thought about how the torches were still lit, and thought about the loss of the architecture, written scrolls, and other artifacts now laying below the water line. He joined the rest of the group with their approach toward the mirror. As they encroached towards it, he saw himself in a green land with open spaces and no threat of water. He thought about how the grass usually seems greener from the other side. But there was no imminent threat of drowning, and he too touched the mirror. He found himself transported into a land of green grass, singing birds, blue skies, and warm breezes. He looked towards his reflection in the land where he came from. The faces seemed determined and concerned, a reflection of the expression posed by each of them. The water rushed towards the mirror and someone prepared to break the mirror. Concerned about losing their way back home should the mirror break, Simon raised an objection. The objection was ignored and the mirror was smashed into many pieces which promptly fell to the ground and some shards were picked in the wind and carried away. It was going to be an interesting future. Exhausted from the journey through the mirror though, he went to sleep on the plains with the others.
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Day 1:
Simon woke up in the morning to the sun rise. A cool breeze brought his muscles to a sluggish attention, and his stomach brought his mind to the first issue of surviving in this new world. He would need to find food, water, and shelter. Eyeing the hecta-groves surrounding them it would presumably be in that order at this point. As the others went to the banana trees, coconut trees, papayas, and a grove of fruits, the only one left open was the grove of Dates. He as not as physically fit as most of them, but would spend the majority of the morning trying to gather and consume Dates so he would have something in his stomach for the morning. After collecting a bundle of Dates and filling his stomach with them, he determined that food would likely be scarce in the coming days. The fisherman seemed to have the right idea with fishing, and the people with spears would probably be able to hunt to take care of themselves. He would need to find a way to take care of the food problem and himself in the coming days. Hoping to find a way to do this he spent the afternoon traveling to the North East so that he could explore it tomorrow and learn about what the unknown might offer. He would spend that night, engulfed by the mists of the northeastern swamp, trying catch a few Z's for the next day.

Simon Charles Mcgucket

Day 1:
Morning
- Gather Date
- Consume Date

Afternoon
- Travel to Northeastern Forest

Evening
- Sleep

Vitia 7/8

[The Knights of Azorea]

Ussur

Ussur had been chewing on a rich, earthy brown root. He hadn't been sure whether it was edible, so he had only tried a small morsel, but he had found it at least edible, if not palatable, which was certainly better than his previous attempts over the course of the day. He had saved another chunk of the root and placed it gently into the wooden box, taking a moment to admire the craftsmanship, only to hear a high, worried voice from the forest. Whirling around his great frame, he looked through the brush of the marsh, and spotted a small, human frame, picking in the grasses, somewhat emaciated. Relaxing at the realisation she was no threat, Ussur rose to his full height, and called back, in his heavy, booming voice.

"Ussur, the Fisherman. Who wanders here? Come out, I mean no harm so long as you don't"

[Biscaria]

Iola, with her dainty and pretty figure, emerged from the grasses with her fine dress on and muddy sandals. As soon as she saw Ussur, she had a short flashback - a strong man, towering over her saying, "My dear, I mean no harm" - and then she was back to reality. Following his loud voice, she went over to Ussur and looked at him with her blue eyes.

"I am... Iola. I- I mean no harm. I'm quite alone as well, if you don't count Vipera."

She gestured to her little silver sculpture. She then looked at Ussur in the most pathetic way possible.

"Your- your name is Ussur? Oh please, fisherman, lend a poor girl your ears. I am hungry and lost. Would you- would you help me? I- I really don't need a lot. Really. If- if you want to trade, I have but one fruit with me."

She gestured to the somewhat browned citrus she carried with her, and awaited Ussur's hopefully-merciful response.

[The Knights of Azorea]

Ussur

What Ussur saw walking across the marsh towards him was a strange sight for the coarse fisherman. How should such finery find its way into such a place, how could such frailty survive? The little charm at her side would do her no good, and neither would any fine dress, not in the wilderness. He saw all of this, her weakness and helplessness, and heard the desperation in her voice and sighed. The fish he had caught would likely rot over the night, and his scavenged morsels would not last much longer. Ussur was not a charitable man by nature, he knew the folly in giving all you have, but he was not cruel, nor selfish. The food would go to waste if he kept it anyway, and it was only a morning's work to catch more. He stepped heavily across a pool of mud towards the girl, and nodded his great bearded head down at her, casting his eyes down on her and holding up the great, finely crafted wooden box.

He had listened to her thoughtfully, before nodding once more, and speaking, his powerful voice now more subdued, in a way, coarsely kind.

"Do not worry, little friend, I will not have you starve. I will not barter with you, but perhaps we will trade favours?"

He smiled, in a joke-cunning way, and in some distant part of his memory he recalled speaking in the same way, to some other dainty one, one he did not remember, but who panged his heart with pain. His eyes turned, their cheer sinking for a moment to deep sadness, before returning, more thoughtfully.

"I will, as a favour to you, gift you half of my fish, enough to feed you for a while and to give you some strength. Perhaps, if those fruits are still fresh enough to eat, you will be so kind as to favour me with what you have?"

He opened the box carefully, and lifted a handful of sun-crisped little fish out, holding them out to her, smelling of salt and sweet-water.

"I have no weapons to protect you, friend Iola, but if you are skilled, perhaps you will travel with me? I cannot live on fish alone, and nor can you live from only berries."

[Cainesland]

Day 2
As dawn broke in the North-Eastern Unknown, Simon set out to exploring the Northeastern region. Past the river he discovered that it wasn't a place he wanted to remain in long term. It was covered by a heavy mist. There was a large pod in what might be the middle depending on how the land was divided up. Most of the ground seemed damp to the step.

As morning turned to the Afternoon, his mind turned to food once again. He began to move around the now explored territory and try and forage for vegetables.
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Simon Charles Mcgucket
Day 2:
Morning
- Explore North-Eastern Unknown

Afternoon
- Forage Forest

Night
- Sleep

Vitia 6/8

[Biscaria]

Iola, eagerly yet hesitantly at first, took the fish from Ussur's hand. She put it in her mouth and chewed; it was just what she needed. The taste was surprisingly pleasing, and her stomach was filled. In retribution, she took out the couple of fruits she had been carrying and placed them in Ussur's large hand.

"Thank you so much. Here, some fruit for your fish."

She then considered his offer of her traveling with him. Such a generous offer was too good to pass up, and something... attracted her to this strongly-built man with skin sculpted by the sea and surf. She felt safe and oddly at ease with his figure near hers.

"Ussur, you are so kind." She smiled at him, showing her relatively fine and white teeth. "I would be happy to travel with such a man as yourself, and I thank you for taking pity on a soul such as myself. I will do all I can to be a worthy partner in your journey."

[Isapito]

On the night of day 2 Temet goes to sleep feeling reasonably full with a torch and some fire wood at the ready in case things start to get too cold during the night. He's slowly beginning to recover from the violent attack he endured yesterday morning but is still feeling the worse for wear.

[Harkback Union]

- DAY 3 -
The storm

On the morning of the 3rd day, the dark clouds gathering on the horizon have drifted dangerously close to Eden. The winds have turned strong, stripping many trees of their dying leaves. The land suddenly looked grim, colorless, dying.

The herd of Mouflons have already left the area.

In the afternoon, it begun to rain. The rain was cold, chilling those without shelter to the bone.

All of those whom cannot find shelter for this afternoon will become sick from cold.
The storm's strength is weak. It will not destroy anything.

But, that was not all. On the other side of the eastern river. A band of nomads appeared. The smoke of their campfires could be seen from afar. They seemed to be few in numbers...

[Biscaria]

Iola, Morning, Day 3

Iola slept near Ussur during the night, and, contrary to the night before, slept soundly. In addition, she had had the most peculiar dream, something she reflected on as she awoke for the new day...

It was bright and sunny – much like Eden on arrival, but not depopulated – and she could see gardens and a boat-sprinkled sparkling blue sea in the distance. Yet, she was definitely in a building of some sort - on a portico with only columns and a railing separating her from the view. And she herself, or at least someone she thought as herself, was sitting on a comfortable recliner in pristine finery. Before her was a table holding a bowl of fresh fruit and two glasses of a dark elixir – wine. Beyond that, was a pretty girl with long, blond hair and another fine dress, whom she found herself addressing as “Lila.” For interaction, Iola was drinking wine, eating fruit, and jovially talking to the girl across from her, about some trivial things that did not come through. Suddenly, the figure of an authoritative and older woman with a resemblance to Iola herself – someone she recognized as “Mother” - disturbed the chatter: there was a “seeker” here for her.

Suddenly, Mother disappeared and a new figure joined Iola and Lila. He was tall and thickly built, with tannish skin and thick dark hair. Iola could not figure out many more specifics, but it seemed that a spotlight had focused on the man with Lila fading into the background. He said, “Do not worry, I mean no harm. This is a good day for you; you have won the selection... you were chosen by the liege...” His words seemed to fade as she focused on his features. His clothes, accentuated by muscles. His face, with hints of stubble. His brooding eyes. And his voice, loud and bellowing. Yet, despite supposed inattention to his words, Iola was elated with the news the man had told and and briefly celebrated the proclamation with Lila. After that, she joined the man, and waved a goodbye to her mother and her friend. As she left through a door, the bright sunniness of the outside world enveloped her...

After that, Iola had waken up on her leafy bed. What did the dream mean? Was it a forgotten memory of her past? She did not have the chance to ponder for very long, for she could feel the wind begin to pick up. As the air flowed through her dress and gave her goosebumps. Bad weather, she thought. With all her might, she shook the strongly-built Ussur awake.

"Ussur, dark clouds are coming," she said. "It is getting colder, and the wind has picked up. We need to find..." She remembered the portico of her dream. "...a shelter of some sort."

[Labstoska]

Septimus
The new land he had arrived in was truly quite magnificent, the great blue sea beyond the majestic forests and the mysterious ruins on the shore almost brought him to tears.He had also managed to find some rather useful materials within the ruins that he had explored except of course the heap of rusted metal on the higher floor however he took this anyway for he had always been something of a collector or at least he thinks that he was.This was the land that he would claim as his own but nevertheless he was hungry, starved so however tempting the great ruined shipwreck was he had to find food. The palm tree and the large forests gave a plethora of food for him to eat however he decided to put the foraging skills he had acquired to use by going into the lush green palm trees and search for something that would satisfy his great hunger.

The coconuts that he managed to collect were rather delicious however they still did not completely fill his appetite he required drink so he marched down to the river and began to take vast gulps from the clear water. After that short excursion he noticed that the sun was beginning to set so he began preparing to rest.
Afternoon actions: forage in the coconut trees, 2 fruit, eat fruit, travel to river drink water.
Vitae: 8/8
Night actions:rest
inventory:2 stone, ancient scripture and a series of rusted mechanisms.