Apart from all worlds.

[Douane]

"Oh, please, just go ahead and try. I shiver in anticipation."


Lifting the pistol and its amunition from the pile of Jacob's goods beside him Keane flings them (carefully) across the clearing into Pale Jaguar's lap before pocketing the rest.

"Congratulations, Pocahontas, you just became the proud owner of a primitive firearm based on ballistic principles. Since I've trained with such weapons during "Enemy Armament" orientation I'll teach you how use it when we have the time.

And till we've got something better to do ... good night, everyone!"

Simply falling onto his back - comfortable or not doesn't really matter to him - Keane closes his eyes and prepares for a quick power-nap.

 

[OnlytheStrong]

"Yes, well....... sleep may not be a bad idea..........."

 

[Relique du Madde]

While Mykael and Keane briefly argued, Pale Jaguar jaguar returned to the arrow fragments that she stuck into the ground then sat down and then continued working on her compass. She smiled to herself, knowing that while the Keane and Mykael argued, she was able to figure out the compass directions well enough to know that the water run off she noticed headed south.

Shortly after completing her compass, Keane tossed Jacob's gun into her lap. She looked at the gun for a moment, then slipped it between her cord belt and her dress so that it was firmly against her hip. She may not understand how or why guns worked, but at least she understood how to use one as a result of her observing the spanish during her year of captivity.

She stood up then began to walk along the edge of the clearing and began to gaze through the underbrush hoping that she could identify any plants or herbs that would be usable for medicinal purposes.


Knowledge: Earth & Life Sciences 1d20 + 8 = 23

 

[Shayuri]

Realizing that the others didn't seem terribly interested in her news, Vela shrugs and turns to head south...meaning to go get a look at the animals and see what they were. As she stalks away, the color of her skin and clothing swirls and shifts, mimicking the play of shadow and light, of browns and greens...making her nearly impossible to see.

 

[Relique du Madde]

Passing the bushes with the berries she paused, and wondered if they were getting hungry. She glanced over to their direction and noticed the obvious and quickly called out to Jacques in spanish, "Vela is gone!"

 

[OnlytheStrong]

Hearing the rather urgent cry, Mykael turns and looks around the immediate area. "Crap, where did Vela go?"

 

[Shayuri]

(hee...am I too far to hear the cry? )

 

[Blackrat]

Jacques has kept a close eye on Jaguar. He liked the girl, the Lord know why. But he had an urge to keep her safe. Maybe it was just his training. His emperor was dead, all of the royal family was dead, his reason of living had died. But on this "fey" he had found a new royal to protect. And so he had missed completely Vela leaving. He looks around as Jaguar calls the fact. "Okay you two. Enough with the fight. I'm not sure but I guess our tigery friend decided to scout ahead. Which is actually a good idea compared to fighting eachother here."

 

[OnlytheStrong]

Mykael smiles, "Ah, fights over. Now where did she get off to? I would rather us not split up."

 

[Relique du Madde]

In Spanish, "We can follow her if we found her..." Her voice trailed off for a moment since she did not know the word 'footprint' in any language besides for the Yucatec form of Mayan. She frowned for a moment then continued in an unsure voice, "feet marks."