by Taria » Tue Jan 13, 2015 2:56 am
Amber (who is Eathsage's character by the way) rolls an eight-sided die and it lands on 6... Southwest it is.
Amber giggles to herself as she contemplates what sort of fortune 10 will bring
Abigail is unswayed by the sight of a scary monster
After making sure the bush she already double-checked twice hasn't sprouted anymore berries, Amber wanders off in the Southwest direction. Amber comes across several rocks as she travels towards the center of some place... out of place. After crossing a short land bridge, all around her she sees little patches of forest, savanna, rocky land, ocean waves, even some desert. Each small piece seems like its own mini-ecosystem. The center of this strange island being covered in patches of cobblestone roadway circling a small body of ocean. There seems to be just about everything here on this island, though in very limited supply. A yelow gooey rodent twitches its head in Amber's direction before running down into its hidey hole in the savanna.
Amy spends moment looking over what everyone has with them in the so-called base camp, Anna carries off with her several flint as she makes her way to the apple orchid, presumably to pick apples. Anthony has some yummy looking apples, but not much else. Alex has some grass and twigs. Amy needs a couple of sturdy logs if she wants to make a campfire, with her flint and twigs she could probably make an Axe
The Stupid Twig Man is left alone on the ground, forgotten but silently bearing witness to everyone's shame.
Andy stomps on the deadly tentacle creature's limb uselessly as it sprouts several spikes and tears a gash in his leg while he is pulled away to safety by his sister Angela, who fails to find any sort of immediate weapon to retaliate with... Andy will live at least. The tentacles retreat back into the waters of the fetid pool as the illusion of safety once again returns this corner of the marsh.
Amber, Alice, Anthony, Abigail, and Alex are desperately hungry
Angela is starting to get a headache
Amber stuffs lots of rocks down her trouser pockets like some sort of sage of the earth <==== Earthsage
Anna begrudgingly fondles her obligatory handful of apples
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