So You Woke Up in a Room.

"I say we hit the beach. Bound to find a harbor eventually, plus plenty of fish to hunt." Franklin suggested.
"Or we could hit five-hundred miles of sand and salt and I think I'd prefer to get a roof over my head sooner rather than later, even if it is out here in the boondocks." I said, walking in with an arm-full of whatever brown gunk collects out here.
"Where do you want the mattress, Scout? There's a whole pile 'a the stuff in the bend behind that grey one." I waved my head in a vague direction. "Think I'll be fine without if that suits you. Too used ta sleepin' on hardwood for this stuff."
 
"Welcome back, Chulainn," Srax greets as he finishes setting up the firewood. "Fire's almost ready. Luxord knows some pyromancy, offered to light it. I've got cooking gear in my pack. Help yourself to whatever you need."
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"Aye? I'll skin an chop up tha deer. Someone else can cook, unless ye like burnt." He did so, using the knife to chop the deer open, popping a morsel of meat in his mouth while he did so.
 
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"Where do you want the mattress, Scout? There's a whole pile 'a the stuff in the bend behind that grey one." I waved my head in a vague direction. "Think I'll be fine without if that suits you. Too used ta sleepin' on hardwood for this stuff."

"Thanks. Just stick it with the rest," Srax jabs a thumb over his shoulder at the pile he left by Nirkuhiib. "I'll figure out where we need it later, assuming Hiib hasn't had a better idea for it by then."

"Aye? I'll skin an chop up tha deer. Someone else can cook, unless ye like burnt." He did so, using the knife to chop the deer open, popping a morsel of meat in his mouth while he did so.

Lysyris looked over the deer that was brought in and licked her lips a little. "I can help with that."

Srax just shrugs.

"Whatever works. I'll leave you to it. You see anything of mine that might help, go for it. That goes for the rest of you as well," he raises his voice, addressing the camp at large. "Grab what you need. Just keep it in one piece."

The kobold rearms, shouldering his pick. He takes the time to filch ol' Chippy back out from his armor pile, and straps her to a leg. The box of fishing gear dangles lazily from his other hand.

"I'm going to check the beach, maybe try some fishing. Won't go far - just getting an idea of what's right next to us. See you all soon."

With that, Srax lopes back into the room. He cracks open the door, testing what he can smell and hear through it before stepping through properly.

(OOC: Assume that until he registers something threatening or dangerous, Srax will cautiously continue to venture out into the beach area. He will stop back in to report important features, such as a visible harbor or a source of fresh water. Otherwise, if nothing endangers him or prompts him to report back early, he tries to fish.

Hopefully adding in planned followups will reduce the delays and give the GM more to work with. Let me know if you'd prefer otherwise.)
 
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"Thanks. Just stick it with the rest," Srax jabs a thumb over his shoulder at the pile he left by Nirkuhiib. "I'll figure out where we need it later, assuming Hiib hasn't had a better idea for it by then."





Srax just shrugs.

"Whatever works. I'll leave you to it. You see anything of mine that might help, go for it. That goes for the rest of you as well," he raises his voice, addressing the camp at large. "Grab what you need. Just keep it in one piece."

The kobold rearms, shouldering his pick. He takes the time to filch ol' Chippy back out from his armor pile, and straps her to a leg. The box of fishing gear dangles lazily from his other hand.

"I'm going to check the beach, maybe try some fishing. Won't go far - just getting an idea of what's right next to us. See you all soon."

With that, Srax lopes back into the room. He cracks open the door, testing what he can smell and hear through it before stepping through properly.

(OOC: Assume that until he registers something threatening or dangerous, Srax will cautiously continue to venture out into the beach area. He will stop back in to report important features, such as a visible harbor or a source of fresh water. Otherwise, if nothing endangers him or prompts him to report back early, he tries to fish.

Hopefully adding in planned followups will reduce the delays and give the GM more to work with. Let me know if you'd prefer otherwise.)
The beach seems to stretch on for quite a ways, though only because it goes on through the south and north ends of the landmass's edge. The waters near the beach itself are clear and occasionally some small fish would wade through it. A handful of crabs fought each other over an eel of some-kind that had washed up on the shore. Far to the south there seemed to be a different kind of forest to the one the Kobold had just come out of. Some kind of barrier surrounded it and went on into the water, separating that section of the ocean onto its own separate side from the rest that was directly in front of the Kobold.
 
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The beach seems to stretch on for quite a ways, though only because it goes on through the south and north ends of the landmass's edge. The waters near the beach itself are clear and occasionally some small fish would wade through it. A handful of crabs fought each other over an eel of some-kind that had washed up on the shore. Far to the south there seemed to be a different kind of forest to the one the Kobold had just come out of. Some kind of barrier surrounded it and went on into the water, separating that section of the ocean onto its own separate side from the rest that was directly in front of the Kobold.

The intimation lurking in the back of his head, dismissed when more immediate concerns had made themselves apparent, roared back to the surface in vindication. There had been a pattern between the doors, and the results Lysyris had reported. They did not, as much as the myriad origins of himself and his acquaintances had implied, lead to different worlds - only different locations on the same one.

The sealed forest was too distinct to be anything else. And if the field was the one that bordered the farmlands off to the east... This would warrant sharing once he was done here.

Srax eyes the crabs for a few moments. He doesn't know how to prepare crab, but one of the others might. He just needs something to carry them with.

The kobold returns to the campsite, reporting in as he empties out his pack.

"Looks like the doors lead to different parts of this world rather than different worlds altogether. Wasn't sure, given we're all from somewhere else. It'd be worth scouting out that field door at some point. Could be the one near farmland. Be right back."

Srax returns to the beach, empty pack and a random branch at the ready, and starts trying to catch the crabs.

(OOC: Assume Srax tries to corral, prod, and toss crabs into the empty pack before moving on to fishing. I'll roll Survival twice - one for crabbing, one for fishing? Hedge my bets.)
Spook threw 2 100-faced dice. Reason: Survival (Crabbing / Fishing) Total: 65
42 42 23 23
 
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The intimation lurking in the back of his head, dismissed when more immediate concerns had made themselves apparent, roared back to the surface in vindication. There had been a pattern between the doors, and the results Lysyris had reported. They did not, as much as the myriad origins of himself and his acquaintances had implied, lead to different worlds - only different locations on the same one.

The sealed forest was too distinct to be anything else. And if the field was the one that bordered the farmlands off to the east... This would warrant sharing once he was done here.

Srax eyes the crabs for a few moments. He doesn't know how to prepare crab, but one of the others might. He just needs something to carry them with.

The kobold returns to the campsite, reporting in as he empties out his pack.

"Looks like the doors lead to different parts of this world rather than different worlds altogether. Wasn't sure, given we're all from somewhere else. It'd be worth scouting out that field door at some point. Could be the one near farmland. Be right back."

Srax returns to the beach, empty pack and a random branch at the ready, and starts trying to catch the crabs.

(OOC: Assume Srax tries to corral, prod, and toss crabs into the empty pack before moving on to fishing. I'll roll Survival twice - one for crabbing, one for fishing? Hedge my bets.)
The crabs are surprisingly aggressive and flighty, but they end up in the pack easily enough. The attempt at fishing goes significantly less smoothly, though. For whatever reason, the fish just weren't biting, and the ones that did take the bait either escaped or were gobbled up by larger fish. Still, two crabs weren't so bad a catch.
 
"How do ya plan on cooking this out here, anyway? Got a way of makin' grease from tree sap?"
 
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The crabs are surprisingly aggressive and flighty, but they end up in the pack easily enough. The attempt at fishing goes significantly less smoothly, though. For whatever reason, the fish just weren't biting, and the ones that did take the bait either escaped or were gobbled up by larger fish. Still, two crabs weren't so bad a catch.

Disappointed by the small take, Srax returns to the camp.

"Good news and bad news. Bad news is I didn't land any fish. Good news is that I have crabs."

For a brief, terrible moment he nearly upends his pack to show the catch - before remembering that the buggers are still alive and will probably escape if he does so. Little bastards are quick on their claws. He jabs the end of his pick at one of them until it latches on in irritation, then lifts it out just enough to show the others.

"I've heard they're good for eating if you know how to cook them. I don't. Figured one of you might."

(OOC: Srax passes on the crabs or deals with them as requested. @TripleMRed, what time is it in the day now? Is there enough daylight left for him to check out the fields?)
 
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Disappointed by the small take, Srax returns to the camp.

"Good news and bad news. Bad news is I didn't land any fish. Good news is that I have crabs."

For a brief, terrible moment he nearly upends his pack to show the catch - before remembering that the buggers are still alive and will probably escape if he does so. Little bastards are quick on their claws. He jabs the end of his pick at one of them until it latches on in irritation, then lifts it out just enough to show the others.

"I've heard they're good for eating if you know how to cook them. I don't. Figured one of you might."

(OOC: Srax passes on the crabs or deals with them as requested. @TripleMRed, what time is it in the day now? Is there enough daylight left for him to check out the fields?)
(It's around noon, so still around 6-7 in-universe hours before things get dark.)
 
As the various adventurers got settled around their camp in the woods, the stormy clouds from afar rumbled and seemed to begin moving in their direction. It would be a few hours before it reached them, but when it did, they were going to want to be in better shelter than what they managed to erect out here in the woods.
 
"I'm not liking the look of that storm." Rupert uttered. "We should eat quickly, then decide on where to go. I recommend we go to the place that likely has a farm."

"I say we wait it out in the room." Franklin stated. "It's safe enough so long as we don't go near the death-door. Plus, we'd be able to travel to most places quickly enough if we do that.

"We'll have to decide as a group on what to do, unless anyone here decides to go off on their own." Galen said as he looked around the group of adventurers.
 
"I'm not liking the look of that storm." Rupert uttered. "We should eat quickly, then decide on where to go. I recommend we go to the place that likely has a farm."

"I say we wait it out in the room." Franklin stated. "It's safe enough so long as we don't go near the death-door. Plus, we'd be able to travel to most places quickly enough if we do that.

"We'll have to decide as a group on what to do, unless anyone here decides to go off on their own." Galen said as he looked around the group of adventurers.
Arawyn Cu Chulainn
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"Aye, I vote the farm. Cept we got a fire up already and I ain't much inclined to move the fucking deer again," he said, cleaning his dagger stained with deer's blood.
 
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"Aye, I vote the farm. Cept we got a fire up already and I ain't much inclined to move the fucking deer again," he said, cleaning his dagger stained with deer's blood.
Galen nodded. "No need to rush. The storm is still a way's off and we could always just use the room as a shortcut to the fields."
 
"Assuming they're the same fields." I said. "The farm's got my vote. Farms' got people and a solid roof, probably a proper hearth. Sounds like a move up from where I'm standing."
 
"Well then, if anyone here doesn't mind waiting a little longer to eat, I've decided to head out there with a scouting party." Rupert uttered. "Anyone who wants to come just follow me into the room and we'll head out to the fields. See what we can find, maybe even introduce ourselves to the locals." With that, Rupert left his spot in the camp and walked towards the way back to the room.
 
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