Val is helping Wog and another few people get accustomed to the camp. Since her tribe came to this valley, they have only grown in number, as others have also been moved by Val's persuasion to join. Their group is still smaller than some of the more developed factions, but the divide is narrowing. At this current moment, Val's hunting trips with her party have been enough to feed everyone, but if the group grows much larger, they may have to get creative...
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Wog is one of the more crafty (that's the closest word to what I'm thinking about him) fellas around, and he is actually quite eager to share some of his tricks with Val.
One of the first things he shows her is his closeable hammock made of various natural materials, and offers to make some more for the rest of camp (if hammocks haven't already been made/invented/discovered).
Wog is currently gathering foliage for something.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
Wog is one of the more crafty (that's the closest word to what I'm thinking about him) fellas around, and he is actually quite eager to share some of his tricks with Val.
One of the first things he shows her is his closeable hammock made of various natural materials, and offers to make some more for the rest of camp (if hammocks haven't already been made/invented/discovered).
Wog is currently gathering foliage for something.
Val is impressed by his invention, and accepts his offer to make more of the hammocks. Now, they can sleep without having to worry about insects in the grass.
Val is weaving together long strings of woven grass together alongside some hide from the wildebeest to create something new- an early attempt at a backpack.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
New hammocks pop up around the camp, slowly but surely. Wog leaves a different colored flower in each one for their new owners. Since a good amount of hide is used for each hammock, Wog has been running low on personal supplies, so has been preparing for a small hunt.
He has now fastened the foliage around his limbs, chest, and forehead, using fibrous twine and mud to stick the makeshift camouflage to his body better. He plans to spend a day in his disguise, get comfortable in it, then reapply some plants the next day and head out to hunt.
He finds Val during this time, seeing her backpack in the makings. "Bowl? Bag?" he asks, pointing at it.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
New hammocks pop up around the camp, slowly but surely. Wog leaves a different colored flower in each one for their new owners. Since a good amount of hide is used for each hammock, Wog has been running low on personal supplies, so has been preparing for a small hunt.
He has now fastened the foliage around his limbs, chest, and forehead, using fibrous twine and mud to stick the makeshift camouflage to his body better. He plans to spend a day in his disguise, get comfortable in it, then reapply some plants the next day and head out to hunt.
He finds Val during this time, seeing her backpack in the makings. "Bowl? Bag?" he asks, pointing at it.
Val is initially a bit surprised, but realizes it's just him and relaxes. "Well, kind of bag. Meant to carry on back while leave hands for other things." She begins slotting the woven grass straps through small holes in the hide, putting on the incomplete backpack briefly to help convey the idea. "Might be good for long hunts."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Val helps Yeg attempt to fell the tree, the two taking turns hacking at the groove their axes leave while the other regains their stamina. After a while, Val realizes their ax isn't cutting as deep as it was when they started, so she takes a somewhat round stone from off the ground and sharpens hers and Yeg's tools whenever they get dull.
"thank you."
eventually, the tree falls down. yeg begins hacking at a spot one foot above the cut. "now we make smaller. like circle."
"So we can sit on stick and no fall! Clever!" Val begins using her ax to scrape away at the wood to help make a sort of pocket for the two to sit.
*hes acually trying to make a disc of wood, sorta like a coracle. no canoes or kayaks yet.*
*Ah, got it. Thanks for clarifying.* Val still helps Yeg with whatever he needs help with to make the boat.
after cutting the disc, he begins to make a depression in it "for sitting."
Val uses her ax to continue hollowing out the space for sitting, scraping the wood away. After a brief while, she uses the round stone from earlier to sharpen hers and Yeg's axes.
"done. we make yours now."
after a while, they finish making the second coracle. "now we test." he begins going towards the nearest body of water.
Val helps Yeg attempt to fell the tree, the two taking turns hacking at the groove their axes leave while the other regains their stamina. After a while, Val realizes their ax isn't cutting as deep as it was when they started, so she takes a somewhat round stone from off the ground and sharpens hers and Yeg's tools whenever they get dull.
"thank you."
eventually, the tree falls down. yeg begins hacking at a spot one foot above the cut. "now we make smaller. like circle."
"So we can sit on stick and no fall! Clever!" Val begins using her ax to scrape away at the wood to help make a sort of pocket for the two to sit.
*hes acually trying to make a disc of wood, sorta like a coracle. no canoes or kayaks yet.*
*Ah, got it. Thanks for clarifying.* Val still helps Yeg with whatever he needs help with to make the boat.
after cutting the disc, he begins to make a depression in it "for sitting."
Val uses her ax to continue hollowing out the space for sitting, scraping the wood away. After a brief while, she uses the round stone from earlier to sharpen hers and Yeg's axes.
"done. we make yours now."
after a while, they finish making the second coracle. "now we test." he begins going towards the nearest body of water.
Val nods, picking up their coracle with some difficulty and dragging it towards the river. Val sets their boat down on the muddy riverbank, pausing to catch her breath.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Val helps Yeg attempt to fell the tree, the two taking turns hacking at the groove their axes leave while the other regains their stamina. After a while, Val realizes their ax isn't cutting as deep as it was when they started, so she takes a somewhat round stone from off the ground and sharpens hers and Yeg's tools whenever they get dull.
"thank you."
eventually, the tree falls down. yeg begins hacking at a spot one foot above the cut. "now we make smaller. like circle."
"So we can sit on stick and no fall! Clever!" Val begins using her ax to scrape away at the wood to help make a sort of pocket for the two to sit.
*hes acually trying to make a disc of wood, sorta like a coracle. no canoes or kayaks yet.*
*Ah, got it. Thanks for clarifying.* Val still helps Yeg with whatever he needs help with to make the boat.
after cutting the disc, he begins to make a depression in it "for sitting."
Val uses her ax to continue hollowing out the space for sitting, scraping the wood away. After a brief while, she uses the round stone from earlier to sharpen hers and Yeg's axes.
"done. we make yours now."
after a while, they finish making the second coracle. "now we test." he begins going towards the nearest body of water.
Val nods, picking up their coracle with some difficulty and dragging it towards the river. Val sets their boat down on the muddy riverbank, pausing to catch her breath.
New hammocks pop up around the camp, slowly but surely. Wog leaves a different colored flower in each one for their new owners. Since a good amount of hide is used for each hammock, Wog has been running low on personal supplies, so has been preparing for a small hunt.
He has now fastened the foliage around his limbs, chest, and forehead, using fibrous twine and mud to stick the makeshift camouflage to his body better. He plans to spend a day in his disguise, get comfortable in it, then reapply some plants the next day and head out to hunt.
He finds Val during this time, seeing her backpack in the makings. "Bowl? Bag?" he asks, pointing at it.
Val is initially a bit surprised, but realizes it's just him and relaxes. "Well, kind of bag. Meant to carry on back while leave hands for other things." She begins slotting the woven grass straps through small holes in the hide, putting on the incomplete backpack briefly to help convey the idea. "Might be good for long hunts."
His mouth forms an O. "Ohhhh very good idea! I love." He admires the work so far. "I hunt tomorrow. Leave in morning, since I run out of stuff quick. You come if you like, Val?"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
Val helps Yeg attempt to fell the tree, the two taking turns hacking at the groove their axes leave while the other regains their stamina. After a while, Val realizes their ax isn't cutting as deep as it was when they started, so she takes a somewhat round stone from off the ground and sharpens hers and Yeg's tools whenever they get dull.
"thank you."
eventually, the tree falls down. yeg begins hacking at a spot one foot above the cut. "now we make smaller. like circle."
"So we can sit on stick and no fall! Clever!" Val begins using her ax to scrape away at the wood to help make a sort of pocket for the two to sit.
*hes acually trying to make a disc of wood, sorta like a coracle. no canoes or kayaks yet.*
*Ah, got it. Thanks for clarifying.* Val still helps Yeg with whatever he needs help with to make the boat.
after cutting the disc, he begins to make a depression in it "for sitting."
Val uses her ax to continue hollowing out the space for sitting, scraping the wood away. After a brief while, she uses the round stone from earlier to sharpen hers and Yeg's axes.
"done. we make yours now."
after a while, they finish making the second coracle. "now we test." he begins going towards the nearest body of water.
Val nods, picking up their coracle with some difficulty and dragging it towards the river. Val sets their boat down on the muddy riverbank, pausing to catch her breath.
A young man, somewhere in his early 20’s, if the concept of time existed, is waiting by a riverbed, holding a spear and munching on a fish. He places the spear down and picks the bones out of his mouth, placing them in a small bit of animal skin beside him.
A young man, somewhere in his early 20’s, if the concept of time existed, is waiting by a riverbed, holding a spear and munching on a fish. He places the spear down and picks the bones out of his mouth, placing them in a small bit of animal skin beside him.
yeg passes by in an out-of-control coracle "HELP!"
A young man, somewhere in his early 20’s, if the concept of time existed, is waiting by a riverbed, holding a spear and munching on a fish. He places the spear down and picks the bones out of his mouth, placing them in a small bit of animal skin beside him.
yeg passes by in an out-of-control coracle "HELP!"
He stands up and runs downstream way ahead of you before tying a vine on one side and swimming to the other to do the same.
*oo he sounds similar to Wog, they might get along*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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*might do yeah!*
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Val is helping Wog and another few people get accustomed to the camp. Since her tribe came to this valley, they have only grown in number, as others have also been moved by Val's persuasion to join. Their group is still smaller than some of the more developed factions, but the divide is narrowing. At this current moment, Val's hunting trips with her party have been enough to feed everyone, but if the group grows much larger, they may have to get creative...
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Wog is one of the more crafty (that's the closest word to what I'm thinking about him) fellas around, and he is actually quite eager to share some of his tricks with Val.
One of the first things he shows her is his closeable hammock made of various natural materials, and offers to make some more for the rest of camp (if hammocks haven't already been made/invented/discovered).
Wog is currently gathering foliage for something.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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Val is impressed by his invention, and accepts his offer to make more of the hammocks. Now, they can sleep without having to worry about insects in the grass.
Val is weaving together long strings of woven grass together alongside some hide from the wildebeest to create something new- an early attempt at a backpack.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
New hammocks pop up around the camp, slowly but surely. Wog leaves a different colored flower in each one for their new owners. Since a good amount of hide is used for each hammock, Wog has been running low on personal supplies, so has been preparing for a small hunt.
He has now fastened the foliage around his limbs, chest, and forehead, using fibrous twine and mud to stick the makeshift camouflage to his body better. He plans to spend a day in his disguise, get comfortable in it, then reapply some plants the next day and head out to hunt.
He finds Val during this time, seeing her backpack in the makings. "Bowl? Bag?" he asks, pointing at it.
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Val is initially a bit surprised, but realizes it's just him and relaxes. "Well, kind of bag. Meant to carry on back while leave hands for other things." She begins slotting the woven grass straps through small holes in the hide, putting on the incomplete backpack briefly to help convey the idea. "Might be good for long hunts."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
after a while, they finish making the second coracle. "now we test." he begins going towards the nearest body of water.
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
Val nods, picking up their coracle with some difficulty and dragging it towards the river. Val sets their boat down on the muddy riverbank, pausing to catch her breath.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
yeg stops too.
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
His mouth forms an O. "Ohhhh very good idea! I love." He admires the work so far. "I hunt tomorrow. Leave in morning, since I run out of stuff quick. You come if you like, Val?"
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eventually, he says "we test the up-things, now?"
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
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Val nods to Yeg, and readies her boat to launch into the river.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
after they launch, they start spinning out of control. yeg looks scared, and trys to stop his boat by grabbing onto rocks on the riverbed
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
Val is also panicking, taking her spear and trying to plant its blunt end into the riverbed to anchor her in place.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
it slows her down signifigantly. yeg sees this and trys to grab a stick on the riverbank, but misses. the distance between val and yeg grows rapidly.
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
A young man, somewhere in his early 20’s, if the concept of time existed, is waiting by a riverbed, holding a spear and munching on a fish. He places the spear down and picks the bones out of his mouth, placing them in a small bit of animal skin beside him.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
yeg passes by in an out-of-control coracle "HELP!"
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
He stands up and runs downstream way ahead of you before tying a vine on one side and swimming to the other to do the same.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!