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lifeaftr2017-09-21 12:56 pm
greatcleavage) wrote in lifeaftr2017-09-21 12:56 pm
It's like being first level all over again! [Mostly OPEN]
Who: Roy Greenhilt and YOU?
What: Roy tries to sneak out to explore, brings back fantasy-chickens, and puts those ranks in Knowledge(architecture and engineering) to good use!
When: 9/19-9/21
Where: Enso
Warnings: None?
9/19 (Closed to Mercy)
If he thought at all that Mercy would object to his intention, he might have hid them better. But after the disaster of the first mission, he honestly thought she would be in no hurry at all to plunge headlong into likely disaster once again.
So without any subtlety at all, Roy laid out his meager supplies on the floor of the 'room' he called his own in their shared hut, taking an assessment of his stock. "Should be enough for a day," he muttered to himself as he checked the sharpness of the razor blade he'd found in a knapsack, "if I stick to the river and rely on it for water wherever possible..."
9/20 Chickens!
As sunset approached the island, a triumphant Roy Greenhilt returned to the mana pool with two brightly-colored bludrocks held carefully in his arms. A judicious application of oats, and a willingness to bring more than one at a time, had made the creatures docile enough to submit to this short indignity of a trip, and Roy couldn't resist.
"Good news!" he called out to the pool at large, and anyone who might be within earshot. "We've found a renewable source of eggs!"
This was, he had to admit, something of a come-down from epic battles against tyrants and nefarious fiends -- but it was also a clean victory and a necessary one. So Roy was perfectly willing to smile about his success and feel good about it, even if the sight of him carrying two birds was a fairly silly one.
Now they needed to make a coop, though, and prepare for long-term care -- especially if they wanted to relocate more of the bludrocs.
9/21
Roy gave a fairly direct impression, being a man who wore armor regularly and invariably had a massive greatsword worn on his back. One might be forgiven, then, for being surprised at his current activity -- making crude sketches on a large stone with a smaller stone that resembled nothing so much as blueprints.
He also had a tendency to comment on his work when others approached, even as he didn't look up. "I'm relatively certain that with available wood materials we can construct reasonably solid buildings, even accounting for the terrain. I think our ideal would be to develop either brickmaking or a means to quarry stone, but until then, we work with what we have. So besides a coop for the birds, we need storage areas, which I think we might as well make all part of one centralized building...."
He might be able to go on like this for some time, mind.
What: Roy tries to sneak out to explore, brings back fantasy-chickens, and puts those ranks in Knowledge(architecture and engineering) to good use!
When: 9/19-9/21
Where: Enso
Warnings: None?
9/19 (Closed to Mercy)
If he thought at all that Mercy would object to his intention, he might have hid them better. But after the disaster of the first mission, he honestly thought she would be in no hurry at all to plunge headlong into likely disaster once again.
So without any subtlety at all, Roy laid out his meager supplies on the floor of the 'room' he called his own in their shared hut, taking an assessment of his stock. "Should be enough for a day," he muttered to himself as he checked the sharpness of the razor blade he'd found in a knapsack, "if I stick to the river and rely on it for water wherever possible..."
9/20 Chickens!
As sunset approached the island, a triumphant Roy Greenhilt returned to the mana pool with two brightly-colored bludrocks held carefully in his arms. A judicious application of oats, and a willingness to bring more than one at a time, had made the creatures docile enough to submit to this short indignity of a trip, and Roy couldn't resist.
"Good news!" he called out to the pool at large, and anyone who might be within earshot. "We've found a renewable source of eggs!"
This was, he had to admit, something of a come-down from epic battles against tyrants and nefarious fiends -- but it was also a clean victory and a necessary one. So Roy was perfectly willing to smile about his success and feel good about it, even if the sight of him carrying two birds was a fairly silly one.
Now they needed to make a coop, though, and prepare for long-term care -- especially if they wanted to relocate more of the bludrocs.
9/21
Roy gave a fairly direct impression, being a man who wore armor regularly and invariably had a massive greatsword worn on his back. One might be forgiven, then, for being surprised at his current activity -- making crude sketches on a large stone with a smaller stone that resembled nothing so much as blueprints.
He also had a tendency to comment on his work when others approached, even as he didn't look up. "I'm relatively certain that with available wood materials we can construct reasonably solid buildings, even accounting for the terrain. I think our ideal would be to develop either brickmaking or a means to quarry stone, but until then, we work with what we have. So besides a coop for the birds, we need storage areas, which I think we might as well make all part of one centralized building...."
He might be able to go on like this for some time, mind.
Wrapped unless you've got more to add.
[She smiles.]
If nothing else, it would make baking easier. I'll see who might be interested, and you keep working with our fluffy little friends, here. Bring some eggs around sometime, and I'd be happy to make you something.