Harald spent some time staring at the clouded sky. contemplating... things.
Lorbam checks the traps a bit, then prepare the fire for the night using some of the leftovers of the planking
The trap was still 'up' and no animals were found anywhere near it.
[roll: 5]
With firestones secured from ashes of previous fireplace, and supply of wooden thingies and branches, it was easy to set up and lit another fireplace. Soon the fire was crackling happily and flames went high.
Chop up trees into nice planks, carry them to the encampment!
[roll: 2]
CHOP...
CHOP...
CHOP... And Vittori almost chopped off his left middle and index fingers. If only the axe stuck one inch to the left...
The cook so far managed to cut the great trunk into two halves.
Begin preparing a small underground cellar/store near the farming area
[roll: 2, +1 tool]
Karel began digging for a cellar. Many minutes have passed before she found out that the ground was quite muddy and ridden with small rocks. She barely managed to dig out a small hole.
Gustave decides to prepare the whole camp for future projects.
Roots be uprooted, stones and rocks removed, ground flattened..
[roll: 6, -1 tool]
Gustave noticed that Karel still had the shovel only after he began his preparation. The inner rage over lack of tools pushed the man in a 'good' way. No rock nor bush could withstand the fury of his hands digging and pulling the things out of the ground. Soon, whole western side of the camp was flattened and devoid of any obstacles.
And the pile of stones gathered this way was quite large.
Make plans for a more advanced house, for shelter, made out of wood.
[roll: 3]
Sieghart had no idea how to build a house, but he knew that it should start with foundations and floor - so he began carrying the planks over the newly-flattened ground and placed them evenly and tightly, close to each other.
[special event roll: 4]
Then, the migrants at the campsite could see few cloaked people moving toward them from the direction of south-east. Harald easily recognized them as the same travelers that he spotted at the swamps.
The elves.
-Ero, onino! The leader of the group shouted at the migrants, pulling away his hoode to reveal his long, elfin ears and shoulder-long, blonde hair. His four companions remained hooded, but were staring at the camp and it's inhabitants with curiosity. They had simple walking sticks, and one of them still had the bow and quiver with arrows.
-Speak elf, you?The leader added after a moment in broken Human, and his group stopped in rather safe distance from the camp.
Meanwhile...Skolt finishes his wine and leaves the inn, thanking the innkeeper for... (having the inn, I guess?). Skolt continues on his path to the camp.
Skolt went east, using the old dirt road for his convenience. After some time, the road began to curve toward the forest, soon to dissappear completely in thick bushes and grass.
It is now afternoon. Grey clouds still linger heavily over the fields.
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Topic: Ye Are Migrants! Hurcag Field, Day 1 - afternoon (Read 17809 times)