//Partying was had from passed all the exams. Back to games now.
Vittori goes back to chopping more trees.
Cut down tree's
[roll: 4, +1 team]
One axe, two men, final destination. After short time, another of the trees fell down with a loud creak.
//Apologies for the missed turn, work has bit my ass kinda bad in the last few days...
Before the berries or 'shrooms can be fermented, I shall have to scavenge, beg, borrow or steal a container. Ask the others if a barrel can be turned to this most beneficial of uses. Oh, also, keep a close eye on the horses, just incase they take a funny or trippy turn from being the testbeds for the mushrooms.
There was simply no empty barrels at hand to be used for fermentation. The only two barrels were occupied by strips and slices of salted meat.
And the horses continued to not show any strange behaviour induced by the mushrooms.
Lorbam starts evening out the planks from the fallen trees, putting dovetails on ends
[roll: 4]
All of the remaining planks got their dovetails - several attempts had to be re-made, though, so around half of the planks is shorter than they were before Lorbam began working on them.
Not to mention a small pile of fixes and whatnots on the side.
"If I should be of SOME use around here, we need at least an anvil and a forge!"
Begin making plans for a smithy.
Smithy, smithy... well an anvil will be needed, and some sturdy ground for said anvil, and then maybe a fireplace or furnace even.
But back to the basics. With a shovel, Gustave began shuffling the ground to get rid of roots and grass. And then, he began stomping and flattening said ground.
Build more shelters.
[roll: 4]
The scribe found re-did the pile of branches and ferns into a singly, sturdy tent-like shelter.
Meanwhile...Try to scream for help.
A pair of hands pushed Skolt back against the softness of bedsheets.
-Oy, lad, it's allright. Yer safe now. No need for screaming.These words were spoken by a grey-bearded, but otherwise bald, man in the army's uniform. Younger man, a blonde, in uniform as well, was chatting with some fat guy behind a counter.
Right, Skolt must be at an inn, seated behind a table. On said table, there was a cup of something which smelled like wine. The inn was fully furnished in tables, chairs, and even a fireplace in the corner, but besides the three previously mentioned men, it was currently empty.
The grey clouds hide the sky and sun from the eyes of migrants, setting a gloom atmosphere. It is early afternoon, by the way.
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Topic: Ye Are Migrants! Hurcag Field, Day 1 - afternoon (Read 17802 times)