In the Middle of...Somewhere

[Blarkon Dragonslayer]

Valmun smiles, and starts dividing up the food. "I expect each man here can decide when he eats. So let's just divvy this up to those who want it. If nothing else, it would be embarrassing to be eaten by some fell beast, and take it all with me."

 

[EvolutionKB]

Victor

Victor leans down to pick up a piece of wood from the sand. "Thanks for your honesty Slim. Does anybody have any idea where we could be? I have no clue." Satisfied that nobody is out to get anybody else, Victor gives up a portion of his draconic power to the remaining survivors. With an armful of wood, Victor begins walking inland, to look for a suitable shelter, something shielded from the wind, with a possible flat area for a good sized fire.

 

[Voda Vosa]

"Over here my tower-tall friend" says Bonamius shaking his hand to Victor. "I think thouse trees could be a perfect shelter from wind and rain, if it is to rain. We could also sleep on them, or colect some fruits." he adds.

 

[Legildur]

As the group discusses food and its distribution, Yarra makes himself scarce under the guise of checking his crossbow for damage and cleaning it.

 

[ethandrew]

Slim bends down to pick up a few pieces of wood that have washed up on the shore, tucking them under an arm and walking toward the treeline after the others. A little distracted, he hums quietly to himself, something soft and sad. He seems content allowing the others to find suitable shelter, as he knows his expertise definitely does not extend to outdoorsmanship.

 

[Voda Vosa]

Walking in the front of the group, Bonamius take wide and firm steps, the pices of wood making little noises as he walks, and his morning star, moving in a pendular fashionm tied to his belt. For someone who doesn't know the man, it would seem that the warlock was the leader of the group, and even that thought came across his mind. <HA! I have a bunch of guys walking after me. This must be how leadership feels... Definitely I don't like the sensation...> the man lower his speed, to let another take the possition on the front. <This reclusion will be a little more crowded that tha others...> Bonamius thinks, remembering his isolations in the past.

 

[EvolutionKB]

Victor

His tall frame lets him easily catch up to the one called Bonamius. "Now I don't know much about the wilds, but common sense should let us find a decent spot to make our camp."

[sblock=ooc]I'll attempt to aid another somebody else on a survival check, or at least try and help somebody with a decent wisdom. Survival: -2[/sblock]

 

[ethandrew]

Slim speaks up from behind everybody, mostly musing aloud, "We are on an island, who knows how big and where it lies, but it seems like a nice night. Why not just sleep on the beach? Like a little vacation..."

 

[Voda Vosa]

Bonamius speaks as loud, facing the tree line: "Because we don't want to be washed away by the ocean, blowed away by a storm, or burried alive by a sand dune. Once we reach higher lands, all thouse problems wont be a issue anymore and we can all have a splendid vacation, in this island of doom. Although, it is indeed a beautifull night." the warlock looks up, to see a night sky full of stars. The moon, shinning over their heads, lighting the path.

 

[ethandrew]

"You see," Slim says as he bends over and picks up another piece of wood, tucking it under his arm, "That is exactly why I pick up the wood and am not in charge of finding a shelter."