You spend the day adsorbed into your book feeling the connection the book has with the dark plane just like your own connection. concentrating on the connection and letting it blossom ever so slowly inside. You animate a few bugs around you and can feel them dance underneath your command. Yet you note quickly that you are not growing more skilled with the two spells you have learned only growing in that raw feeling of magical manipulation.
Like your opposite, you spend the day studying your tome. You focus on that connection the book helped you forge, and you help it blossom. In time you learn how to heal with the energy from this connection and how to let yourself be a gateway for that energy that a
small glowing orb of light can come through. It currently isn't much more than a flash light, but it is a start.
(+1 to two different magical stats of choice, You should hit level 1, hit me up on discord for perks)
You get to work on laying out farmland and find a number of people are already considering it and you walk into a debate on it.
"What we need are planter boxes, trying to feed this many people horizontally without mechanical equipment is insanity one person can work more food with a series of planters letting us grow two or three levels at a time"
"Yeah but we need wood for that, and rumor is there are nasty things in those woods if we go beyond the edge we will be in trouble."
"Blagh guerrilla warfare isn't something we are ready for"
They have started clearing an area of grass and stock piling dandelion roots which you help expand before planting more dandelions over it which with your nearly learned magic you wave your hand over, letting the nature come through you and into the earth where it feed them and they rapidly grow over the course of about 20 minutes into fully grown. They start to pick them amazed by what you did and asking how often you can do it, but you can tell your already starting to feel tired. (Add growth skill with a note that you have a perk into affecting many things at once)
(Go ahead and make your training rolls, here or in the OOC.)
(map updated on discord)
You train in your new body not just discovering it's limits but how easily they bend to real effort. You have no idea how far you could take it. How strong, tough, fast you can be.
You take to your bat form finding the north more open than the other directions. There is even a road, but it's getting late and you hear a commotion so turn around to see what is going on.
(Go ahead and make rolls for training)
You spend the day practicing with a spear a good choice, given that the people as a whole have nothing else to fight with so being an expert seems wise. A few others join your training somewhat, but it's not many most people are more focused on their survival, the ones you see training near you are a bit different all fairly fit young men with short hair cuts.
You can't really gain more trust of the people, currently your making promises but have yet to deliver anything. (+2 to next charisma roll with large groups, -2 if you don't deliver soon).
(map updated)
You fly over the forest occasionally having to rise to avoid a few arrows, but mostly they seem to be content following and watching you, not that you ever see more than a glimpse of them. Until suddenly the wind around you starts to spin, you try to get away but it follows you, circling and pulling you do. You feel like a soap bubble caught in a drain as it empties. You furiously pull upwards with all your might fighting against the wind, until your suddenly in range and dozens of arrows and a few javelins fly at you. Most fall short and a few more miss because of the wind. One embeds into your armor before the falling weapons seems to distract their mages, which you still haven't seen and you are able to fly away as the wind weakens for a moment.
You are cautious gathering wood, but the elves seem to let people at the edge of the forest, though you would assume going deeper is a bad idea.
You are able to talk to a few people about cooking their food and choosing food well, and can only hope they pass it on.
(+1 to two magical stats of choice)You focus on that connection the book helped you forge, and you help it blossom. You keep studying and improving with your book so that you feel capable of learning a spell or two now, a proper use of your magic (PM me or hit me up on discord about perks)
(Map updated)
There is little to see on the mountains given that the dwarves are inside of it and you do not see a clear entrance. Likewise the mountain is sparse, you find trees, and a few shrubs, but they are not immensely useful in any immediate sense. You come back just in time to see the start of a commotion.
(Roll for training)
You spend the day adsorbed in your book as others worry about the long term with petty things like, food, water and shelter you focus on what matters. Magic.
(Will do a book blurb next turn when you hit level 1)
10 men are trained in the basic of using wooden sword (Sticks) but that is of questionable use given the lack of real blades at the moment.
You have to walk more than a mile to actually get away from people, and even then it's apparent that won't work long if people keep coming like they are at 1000 a day. You manage to dig to holes, on for waste, and one to sleep in.
(You rolled for skill increase)
(+1 to two different magical stats and message me on discord, or the ooc about your perks)
The various people haven't really broken into groups yet, people are just trying to survive, some are taking it like a vacation, others are working on ever improving shelters and a few are even trying to start agriculture, but you don't have a distinct camp, just people everywhere.
(Roll, for the first and take a skill point in the bottom two)
You spend the day practicing on the skills to kill people, congratulations on the healthy and mature reaction to awakening in a new world. Or so others would say if they were not so obviously backing away from the sulking person playing with their knife.
There is nothing useful by the lake except water.
(roll for training)
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The non-existent town is rapidly developing.
Already the shelters are getting more sophisticated, tents and tepees using sticks, 550 cord and tarps. Some people are grouping together so they can have a tarp above and below them or even building a small square of tarps for more cover from the wind and rain.
Agriculture is, well not being developed, but being considered, a few people are trying to work together rough boxes to plant in, but wood working with just a knife is difficult to say the least, still they have some success and others, are picking a slowly growing area clean or grass, and piling up the dandelions from it, so it is open dirt ready to be used.
It is the end of the day when things get complicated.
You meet the dwarves for the first time, under cover of darkness they approach asking for whomever is in charge, given no clear answer they explain to the growing crowd they are requesting safe passage through what you humans are apparently claiming as your own lands. The band of dwarves seems to be almost entirely
women and young children, with a few men dotted around but they seem to be exceptionally old if you had to guess.
They wear weapons and armor, but not as heavy as you would expect. It appears these are refugees fleeing their war torn home? Or not?
The ruckus does not go unnoticed, soon you have another group arrive. The elves. This is not a refugee group, but two dozen warriors with a mix of
bow, dagger, and a
focus?
They are not the elves you would expect, the wear a mix of leather and bone armor, with camouflaged colors dyed onto it. Their arrow heads are bone and drip a green fluid you can only assume is nasty.
Their eyes are narrow, and they look angry a type of fierce anger that defines them seems to envelope their every motion.
They demand the dwarves, weapons already drawn. They explain you do not need to get in the way, that this matter does not concern you.
One way or another blood is being drawn tonight.
(Those participating in the fight, or lack therefore of, tag me on discord)
