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RPGs TUW: The Outpost

Sylvar B.

Explorer
Adis runs out of this house gets about 50 feet away then runs back to grab his pack of provisions, surreptitiously taken from his mother's pantry. He goes running off toward the Hebalist's shop knowing his companions likely visited her before they left. Sprinting as hard as he can he arrives at Richelle's place out of breath. He stops a moment to calm down and makes sure he isn't too disheveled and dusty. Father always taught him to enter a shop with dignity, and to treat that persons property with respect.

After catching his breath Adis walks into the shop trying to act as much like his father as possible when he conducts business, but he can't avoid having a childish grin on his face. He is itching to find out where his friends went but feels the need to exchange pleasantries first, he doesn't realize he is fidgeting with impatience.

Mistress Richelle, good morning, fine weather we are having today, is it not?
 

MacConnell

Creator of The Untamed Wilds
Mistress Richelle, good morning, fine weather we are having today, is it not?
GM: Raven Elk's ma looks at the young Shimadow, knowing him as the Brewer's son and as a friend of her own boy. Though she adopted Raven Elk as a small child and he is of a differing tribe than she, it is no matter. She still considers and raised him as a son, and Raven Elk calls her, 'Ma'.

"I thought you would have gone with those boys... Your father must have had some chores for you. Well don't fault them. They were all excited and left at first light."

She relates the issue of some large beetles cutting into one of her special herb fields about a day's journey eastward.

"Since it is about a ten hour walk, I am sure they will be readily distracted and taking their time. I do not expect them back for a day or two. You can likely catch them by midday or mid afternoon at the latest. Tell them to keep the shells of the beetles. I want to show them to the head huntsman."
 

Sylvar B.

Explorer
Adi pays attention, but his mind is already thinking of meeting his friends on the hunt, when she finishes. Adi smiles, grateful he didn't have to continue with the small talk, he'd heard his father discuss weather with other adults so it seemed the logical thing to lead with, but he wasn't sure where to go next.

Thank you, I'm sure I will find them quickly, and I will relay your message about keeping the shells, good bye!! Adi starts walking toward the door and manages to make it outside before breaking into a light jog he will be able to maintain for a mile or two.
 

Waynan

Explorer
Raven Elk lets the fleeing beetle go and turns his attention to the beetles that have been flipped onto their backs, remembering how bludgeoning them seems to work better than trying to pierce them.

Using the butt of the spear shaft, Raven Elk strikes one of the flipped beetles against the area of what approximates the thorax on other insects.

"Great Spirit, thank you for bringing these gifts for shields and armor.", he says in a whisper, in prayerful homage to his perception of a Lord and giver of all things: good, bad and indifferent.
 
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MacConnell

Creator of The Untamed Wilds
Y 0: Day 159: Doldrums 39: Catching Friends

...Adi starts walking toward the door and manages to make it outside before breaking into a light jog he will be able to maintain for a mile or two.
GM: Adisakti Stolichnaya heads due southeast as Richelle had suggested. At a light jog, he knows he should cover ground at almost twice the pace of which his friends would be traveling. Surprisingly, he is able to maintain the pace even longer than he expected, before walking for about an hour then increasing the pace again. By midday, he eats some of the jerky his father had provided, while continuing to walk. ABout an hour later, Adi can smell the distinct aroma of a cookfire and follows the scent.

Waynan said:
...Using the butt of the spear shaft, Raven Elk strikes one of the flipped beetles against the area of what approximates the thorax on other insects.
GM: When Raven Elk smacks the first beetle, he notices that those toxic fumes are emitted when he breaks open the carapace. He backs away quickly hoping to avoid any more exposure. As the covering of the other upended insects are broken, the party moves back toward the cookfire to allow the toxic fumes to waft away before collecting the chitin.

OOC: Time = 1 hour[Loss/(Target Cohesion + Target Persona + Effectiveness + d100)]
Taylar: 1 hour * 4 / (1 + 0 + 76) = 3 minutes
Maka: 1 * 1 / (2 + 2 + 82) = 42 seconds

GM: Fortunately the dazing effect of the beetles does not last very long, and the smell of fresh, fire -cooked pork is a relish to Taylar and Maka, afterward. As those that wish it are enjoying an after battle snack and before the beetle carapaces are collected, Adisakti, the brewers son and party friend trots toward into sight, greeting everyone as he arrives.

Vittero smack himself in the forehead.
"I feel like an idiot. I cannot believe we left without you. Glad you caught up. Want some fresh meat? We have plenty!"
OOC: Earned Experience:
Adisakti who has just joined will be awarded XP next time. Everyone else receives 9 total.

If anyone needs assistance using the XP, let me know.
 
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Kwargrow

Explorer
Taylar greets Adisakti and says, "We were thinking of you, friend." He points to the their recent bug kills and adds, "We killed those beetles because we thought the carapace might make a good hat for you. Why don't you go try one on to see how it fits?" He lets out a deep laugh.
 
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Sylvar B.

Explorer
I think we can all agree that you are in fact an idiot, Vittero. Adi says as he smiles and slaps Vittero on the back. But we'll keep you around anyway. Adi accepts the meat, then smells the acrid remains of the beetles. It smells like y'all had a great adventure, were the beetles great sport?...Oh yeah, before I forget, Raven, your ma said to bring the shells back in as good a condition as possible. In feigned seriousness, Adi pretends to study the carapace, then he sticks out is hand with is thumb and index finger in an "L" shape as if measuring the carapace, but then says... I don't think my head is big enough, Taylar, but yours might be...Adi give a hearty guffaw at his joke.
 
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Kwargrow

Explorer
Taylar chuckles and says, "Those bugs had a surprise for us. They sprayed this nasty biz at us that made me even dumber than usual." He holds up his baton. "Club still worked, though, but I am definitely going to add a hammer head on the end of this thing when we get back." His smile fades as he tells his friends seriously, "We should make sure any other beetles we come across don't have similar abilities before we go crashing their party."
 
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Waynan

Explorer
"Yes. We could have found ourselves in deep trouble if more of us had succumbed to the ill vapors these bugs spewed forth.", Raven Elk adds in his taciturn way, but still greets Adisakti warmly, "Good to see you, Adi. We can use your help, my friend."

Raven Elk then begins to separate the upper and lower carapace from one of the beetle's innards. He plans on turning the upper carapace into a shield and the more flexible lower carapace into a breastplate. But, to make a quality set of these will have to wait until he gets home and works with the town armorer for it to come out best.
 
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MacConnell

Creator of The Untamed Wilds
Y 0: D 159: Doldrums 39: To the Victor...

Raven Elk then begins to separate the upper and lower carapace from one of the beetle's innards. He plans on turning the upper carapace into a shield and the more flexible lower carapace into a breastplate. But, to make a quality set of these will have to wait until he gets home and works with the town armorer for it to come out best.
GM: As Raven Elk, Vittero, and any other who desire begin to work on separating the beetle carapaces, it is discovered that only the elitra, the divided back covering the protects the filamentous wings, can be saved. The under parts break into too many small pieces so that after attempting to take something of the first couple of beetles, the idea is discarded.

Vittero -
"These wing coverings are good and hard. They are not really wide enough for a hat."

He holds a pair up to his head, making a goofy looking hat. He laughs, making sure Taylar looks.
"In all due seriousness, though. I will bet Chass, the huntsman, can find a way to fashion them into bucklers or shin guards."

OOC: New Collections:
6 Brown Beetle Carapaces: 10% cover
 

Tellerian Hawke

Defender of Oerth
Maka, who had been a short distance away from camp relieving himself, walks into view and smiles at Adi.

"Welcome, friend." he says. "Join the fun, these bugs were tougher to kill than we first thought, and there's going to be more. We haven't yet found the ones that were causing trouble for Raven's Ma. I'm disappointed that the bugs didn't end up being edible. As it turns out, they are venomous. Bah, no matter; we still have plenty of meat. We recently killed a group of pigs."
 

Waynan

Explorer
Raven Elk can only shake his head at the frivolity of his friends' banter. He loved them as brothers and knew their worth to be great; but that didn't stop him from thinking them too oft foolish. Strapping two sets of the elitra to his backpack, he can only sigh at their silliness. He didn't mean to take everything so seriously; but he felt that he has never had that much to laugh about.
It doesn't mean he has never laughed. When he would win at sports with them, he was known to laugh, romp and crow with joy. When it came to LIfe, however, he saw little that was humorous in it.
After Raven Elk finishes strapping everything, he asks:"Though, it is late, should we not travel a bit further, away from all this offal and blood,
and make camp in a less "tempting" area?"
 

MacConnell

Creator of The Untamed Wilds
Y 0: Day 159: Doldrums 39: Discussing Possibilities

After Raven Elk finishes strapping everything, he asks:
"Though, it is late, should we not travel a bit further, away from all this offal and blood, and make camp in a less "tempting" area?"
Vittero is outspoken, though not as boisterous as Taylar. He is often a bit of a prankster and is prone to whimsy, but all of that belies that fact that nothing really escapes his attention.

"That is a good point, but curing this meat is taking longer than I expected. It will be dark before I am satisfied that we will not waste any. At least with the cleanings from the pigs and the beetles deposited 50 paces away, anything else attracted to it will be led away from us and toward it, especially animals. I really do not expect any other people to come upon us out here in the untamed wilds."
 

Waynan

Explorer
At least with the cleanings from the pigs and the beetles deposited 50 paces away, anything else attracted to it will be led away from us and toward it, especially animals. I really do not expect any other people to come upon us out here in the untamed wilds."
Raven Elk is not entirely convinced of Vittero's assessment; but, he knows how important the meat is to his friends and to the community of the Outpost, even if he has no taste for it. Thus, he nods in agreement and adds: Then I'll make camp --- upwind, of course.". He then heads to a spot where the smells of smoking of the meat/curing of the hides and the offal heap of pig guts are the least offensive.

As he lies himself down against a tree, Raven Elk calls upon the Spirit of the Raven, into his meditations before sleeping, to ask Raven to give him guidance in his dreams. As he drifts off, he still hears his friends banter and knows they will wake him for his turn at watch when they need him.
 

Kwargrow

Explorer
Taylar helps with disassembling the beetle carcasses and even looks at the other pieces, such as the pincers, to see if they would make good decorative items. He studies the pieces and holds them up to certain parts of his body to see how well they cover and how hard it would be to fasten them. After looking at the strange feet of the creatures he takes a walk to find their tracks so that he could identify them if he saw them again.

He comes back to camp with a vibrant bounce in his step and flexes where the others can see. "That fight made me stronger, I can feel it. I should get sprayed in the face more often," he says with a wide grin.
 

MacConnell

Creator of The Untamed Wilds
Y 0: Day 159: Doldrums 39: Taking Rest

Raven Elk ... adds: Then I'll make camp --- upwind, of course.". He then heads to a spot where the smells of smoking of the meat/curing of the hides and the offal heap of pig guts are the least offensive.
GM: Raven has no difficulty deciding on a good spot a little uphill from where the main work is being done. Occassionally the smell of the cookfire reaches him, but even with his lack of interest in pork, it is not offensive. Being much further downhill, the refuse offers no impediment to rest.

Waynan said:
As he lies himself down against a tree, Raven Elk calls upon the Spirit of the Raven, into his meditations before sleeping, to ask Raven to give him guidance in his dreams. As he drifts off, he still hears his friends banter and knows they will wake him for his turn at watch when they need him.
GM: Sleep comes quietly and with stealth, as it always seems to for Raven Elk. In the darkest hours of the morning when sleep is at its deepest, the dreams come. They sprinkle in, like they do, a glimpse her and there. A chicken scratching in the yard becomes a pig rooting in the wood, which becomes a beetle digging at a long fallen tree, then the vision blacks out to a single point of light, like a solitary star in the vast night sky.

The start grows larger or perhaps the dreamer is moving toward it, until the light is upon him and a new dream appears. Ravens take to sky, though it is dusk and their vision is limited. As a raven shaken from his roost, Raven flies through the darkening sky. It is not the coming of night that makes the greatest dark. There is smoke over the next hill. The indigo hue of the falling sun on the horizon marred by an angry orange glow.

The glow is not some campfire, not some ravish of nature started with a bolt of lightning, though lightning crashes through the sky, filled with circling crows. The glow is total destruction of a community that once occupied the valley over that hill. Men, soldiers in armor, walk that hill depositing a prisoner at the feet of pitch black warhorse. The man on the horse looks down at the defeated heap, then toward the sky and its cawing ravens. Turning his head to his left he seems to look directly into the eyes of one out of kilter rook.

Those eyes are pits of darkness, even blacker than the horse. The fires of the community light up in the reflection of his eyes like some mirrored pool into the abyss.

GM: Raven Elk wakes with a start and sit up, looking directly into the first rays of the rising sun. It was only a dream, or was it. He is shaken to his core having met that gaze and his body is covered in cold sweat. Never before has dream felt to carry such portent.
 

Tellerian Hawke

Defender of Oerth
Although the campfire was extinguished at the end of the evening, it was rekindled with the dawn, and Maka was one of the first to make use of it, warming his hands, and wafting the smoke into his face. Among the Rheini, this was an important morning ritual. Smoke was not the breath of his dead ancestors, Maka knew that. But he also knew that when the ancestors did choose to speak, it was only through smoke, which was the only substance in the world of the living that could carry the words of the dead. Thus, every morning, Maka waved the smoke to his face, hoping to hear a familiar voice. Most days, the smoke was silent. Maka knew that at least twice in his lifetime so far, he had heard voices in the smoke, although both times, he had been unable to hear them clearly enough to understand. He often thought about that. It bothered him that he could be so addled. Others heard the voices clearly, and often. He had heard the stories. Thus, he refused to give up. He hoped, one day, to hear the voice of his grandfather's spirit. His father once told him that his grandfather's soul now rode the skies on the wings of an eagle. But Maka hoped that this was not so; if his grandfather's spirit WAS up there, with the eagles, it would be hard for the smoke to catch his voice.

As Raven Elk suddenly sits up, Maka is the only one to notice. A look of concern crosses his face. ~Raven Elk is not one who is easily frightened. Perhaps he had a vision from the ancestors?~

Maka chooses to say nothing of it. "Good morning, my friend. Come, and share the smoke with me."
 

MacConnell

Creator of The Untamed Wilds
Y 0: Day 159: Doldrums 39: Tinkering

Taylar helps with disassembling the beetle carcasses and even looks at the other pieces, such as the pincers, to see if they would make good decorative items. He studies the pieces and holds them up to certain parts of his body to see how well they cover and how hard it would be to fasten them. After looking at the strange feet of the creatures he takes a walk to find their tracks so that he could identify them if he saw them again.
GM: There is no special affinity for the other parts of the beetles, but Taylar finds that the chitinous mandibles are hard and vicious looking. When the pig gut strung between the trees dries to make taut line, he figures he can take some of it and make a necklace or some other fetish to hang them on display.

Kwargrow said:
He comes back to camp with a vibrant bounce in his step and flexes where the others can see. "That fight made me stronger, I can feel it. I should get sprayed in the face more often," he says with a wide grin.
Vittero stands making an overt examination of the display, nodding his head up and down then replies,
"No. No, I am not seeing any difference. You sure you did not inhale too much of the nasty spray."

He then laughs, loudly, unable to contain himself.
 

MacConnell

Creator of The Untamed Wilds
Y 0: Day 160: Doldrums 40: Morning Light

Although the campfire was extinguished at the end of the evening, it was rekindled with the dawn, and Maka was one of the first to make use of it, warming his hands, and wafting the smoke into his face...
GM: Maka waft the smoke about his face as he has observed his elders do until the others are up and about. He knows that this custom has been observed for as long as his people could be called a people, and yet it has to date offered no insight or clarity.

His mind drift to practicality as his hands continue the motion subconsciously. ~Perhaps I need to use a special wood. Maybe it is not just any smoke that will do.~ He wishes that the elders were not so tight lipped about the smoke tent and sweat lodge. No one younger than twice Maka's age was permitted to enter those. He has a second epiphany. ~Maybe it is the feather.... No, no, that cannot be. The men carry any old feather they like and some none at all. It has to be the smoke. Maybe they add special herbs to the fire.~

Tellerian Hawke said:
" Good morning, my friend. Come, and share the smoke with me."
As Raven Elk walks toward where Maka is seated, Vittero walks toward them from the direction of where the remains had been deposited the day before.
"Well I will say that having placed those remains that far away was a good idea. There is not a scrap left. I can recognize for certain that other pigs came, because the ground it all dug up, but I noticed tracks of wolves and a cat too."
 

Kwargrow

Explorer
Taylar does string the beetle mandibles with his pig teeth, but not to make a necklace. He does not want anything clacking around his face when he has to run or for some enemy to grab and choke him with. He ties them to his belt.

Taylar says to the group, "I did not get any feeling of power from the bug parts like I did the pig tusks. Perhaps pigs are closer to the spirit world than bugs are."
 

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