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Post by Nightscar on Dec 12, 2015 16:01:28 GMT
Ieyoshi looked down on the house in the clearing, his heart was filled with joy and hope. All was quiet, but the natural quiet, the birds asleep and the only other sound the soft bubble of the stream and its falls, the wind in the trees. It was perfect -- too perfect maybe, but he was willing to take the gamble.
He walked around the perimeter of the clearing for the third time, inspecting openings, taking mental notes. Enra had gone back to gather supplies, Rando inside inspecting the house for damages. Ieyoshi breathed in the forest air that he would never tire of, that he had missed. While he felt a brief pang of guilt for already practically abandoning Kalaram and those dwelling within, he strengthened himself with the knowledge that he could do a lot more to help here, in his element, able to work freely and give resources to others rather than remaining in an unfamiliar city where nothing could be grown.
Ieyoshi looked down at the house in the clearing and smiled.--- Should any approach the clearing from the depths of the forest, they would find outside its entrance a large branch with one end carved down to a point and stuck into the ground purposely, and a piece of yellow cloth tied tightly around it that would float gently in the breeze -- homesteader's signage. The location has been claimed.--- //OOC: Ieyoshi, Enra (imtux), and new player by the name of Rando (forgot username, sorry) have come upon the following area (spoilered in case of, well spoilers):
Greigem Woods (Shady clearing)
They are claiming this as an alternate base of operations and will go through necessary preparations to make it a solid and viable safehouse. We have no intention of making this a gigantic stronghold, nor will we use this to completely refrain from interacting with other players -- think more like a guild base if anything ^^ This is also why I am making big OOC section, to make sure this is ok with the DM team. We are aware there may be unknown threats in this location, especially if a DM has plots in mind So far our current task list is:~ Sanctify location/give offerings to appease the spirits, I notice the graveyards, Ieyoshi will make peace with any active spirits/ghosts in the area to prevent otherworldly issues ~ Making fishing rods -- the pond in the middle says it is a fishing location but I'm not sure if the system is actually in the module? Either way we take it as a cue that there's at least a few fish in there~ ~ Building defenses -- zombies still in surrounding locations, will be using normal crafting materials/wood (and, RPly, fallen branches) to make the area more secure against wandering deadies, will eventually include groundpikes as well as barricades These are what we have decided are most important agenda when first moving into this location, and will do other things like house repair, foliage maintenance etc etc when first we are sure we're reasonably safe! I am open to talk to the DMs about this, especially if you have any concerns about us doing this, I in particular am open to answer any questions. We went through much peril getting here and I look forward to this endeavor if it will be permitted~ If allowed we will post our progress here with each task getting worked on.
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Post by asmadeus on Dec 12, 2015 16:17:46 GMT
Rando is my character, same username as on forums. Looking forward to this.
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Myrdroko
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Post by Myrdroko on Dec 12, 2015 19:25:43 GMT
Ahh if I remember correctly Greigem is on Zholan island which is a bit well. Yeah..
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imtux
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Post by imtux on Dec 16, 2015 12:28:18 GMT
The slender Elf darted between trees, tightly clutching a bag to her side. She peered between trees as she passed them, taking note of undead threats as she moved - her footsteps although hurried were quiet in the forest. The silence in her movements were second nature. Before long the building came into view. It was a worn down structure and quite far from any safe location, yet had a great foundation to be resurrected.
Enra slipped inside the front door and paced through the entrance without hesitation. She had made this journey a few times now. As she approached the living room, she paused only to empty her bulky bag. She had been gathering supplies for over a week. At first she took food and other supplies from 'Sundered Desolation', but eventually began scavenging for her own. As she gazed down at the pile of preserved foods, medical supplies and tools for what seemed to be the hundredth time, she finally gave an approving nod.
This will do... The Elf murmured quietly to herself. She grew more optimistic of their plans. After speaking with Naelorn and convincing him to join her, most of Enra's worries were cleared.
With supplies in many, Enra gazed around the living room. The building itself needed attending. She joined Ieyoshi and Rando in clearing debris and ridding the unneeded items (if they weren't able to be recycled). They still had work ahead of them, however Enra took relief in knowing that they were at least well supplied.
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Post by Nightscar on Dec 18, 2015 10:48:25 GMT
//Music: www.youtube.com/watch?v=lOvqFN7qUkY
It takes several days, for Ieyoshi to complete the process of satiating the spirits. He had picked all of the appropriate herbs, bringing them together -- sprinkling them over the graves by the light of a lit candle, in a small mist of the scents often known to soothe mortals as much as ghosts. Small phrases spoken, followed by long times, sometimes hours of silent honor. At the end, picking up the last handfuls of the herbs he had left, and holding them up for the wind to take and spread, bringing with them the spirits, in prayer of their rest, and of renewal now in the mortal realm. Lastly, the candles blown out, to let the faint moonlight seep through to reflect, off the sparkling stream nearby.
~
As supplies, are brought to the tucked-away glade, Ieyoshi works constantly, even into the night. He always takes water from the stream into a huge metal pot, and puts it over the fire to boil, making sure there is always safe water to drink and use. He works hard to bring food, making sure that if anybody were to run out, there is a small stash of reserves, to quiet a growling stomach.
He takes debris as it is cleared out, and finds the scraps that are usable for barricades, organizing it all into somewhat neat piles. He pulls fallen branches from the nearby forest, being sure always to give thanks to the forest, for providing such strong boughs, that they may hold out there. Ieyoshi begins setting up additional barricading around the front of the place, carving some of the branches and timbers, down to pikes that he may work into the ground. With what building supplies he can find, he slowly begins piecing together barricades to string between the bordering trees, to block off the Dead Ones.
It is, somewhat slowgoing, but he works for effectiveness over hasty construction, with the practiced hands of a craftsman and, patience that would make him already seem so much as being part of the place -- his heart already placed into it without holding anything back.
~ "What does this place mean to me? To me.. it means.. hope, renewal... a place where the worries of the world and wounds of the mind are softened."
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imtux
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Post by imtux on Dec 20, 2015 10:16:36 GMT
Dull thuds echoed through the relatively empty house. The group had started the much needed repairs on the old building. Enra gazed out of the bedroom window and saw Ieyoshi working on another wooden barricade. She could tell he was handy with those things. They were burning through their wood stock like fire, but after the attack from the undead canine, they could spare no expense. Enra made note to gather more supplies, then returned to sealing a particularly stubborn hole in the roof of the bedroom.
So far the group had calmed the souls of the dead, cleared out the house of unneeded debris, put up half the barricades and had begun on the building repairs. Most of the large holes in the building had been sealed up however there were still some breezy cracks and stubborn leaks. The group had confirmed the cleanliness of the water and that the fish were okay to eat, but there was still much to be done. Enra wasn't concerned with the progress.
Her main concern at that point was whether the group would function fluently together. She knew both Relic and Ash to be stable minded and easy to work with, however she worked well with most people due to the calm nature she had. It was contagious. She had also seen the two act questionably before, though she hadn't mentioned at the time. She trusted them well enough for her to sleep without worry but in the worse case scenario she could only see herself leaving again, this time alone.
Enra pushed the doubt from her mind as she finally sealed the crack with a few choice pieces of wood and makeshift putty. She exhaled softly and looked back out the window at the gloomy, setting sun.
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Post by CorruptionOverwhelming on Dec 20, 2015 11:29:30 GMT
A shadow in the woods flickered between the trees.
Most of the undead never noticed it's silent footfalls, the quick movements hard to note as it darted from shadow to shadow. Flickered between trees and shrubs - the forest floor unwilling to betray the path it took by sound or trail alike. It was clear the shadow had done this through the forest many times before. Every time an undead was off alone, it found itself greeted by the shadow's song - a soft whistle of shaped feathered fletching gliding through the air before the sharp head of the arrow found it's place in the undead's body, leaving behind nothing more than a still corpse once more.
It was like this every time the elven man would head to town - silent and swift, hidden and deadly, it was a game he had gotten far too used to since arriving on the island, a game that cleared his mind and allowed him to focus - usually. As of late however, he realized his mind was never clear anymore, at least not in it's entirety. Ever since their trip to the mountain, and shortly after the run through that labyrinth, he had found a particular female presence stole more and more of his waking thought - it was worrying to him...but he found himself caring less and less as the days went by, as worry turned to gentle acceptance, his mind coming to peace with the curious infatuation.
By the time he pushed thoughts of fancy out of his head he was walking on cobblestones - near the general store and the smith. This part of the town was always decently safe, which was why he had been gathering good wood and supplies there as much as he could find them. Every time he showed up to that part of town he quietly pulled the steel gates shut before he drew forth the masterwork handaxe tucked in his belt; such a glistening, well made weapon begging to be used in combat only to be relegated to woodworking by the elf - the cruelest fate imaginable, a dwarf would likely tell him some day.
He would slip into the old store, his eyes moving over the gnomish contraptions; things he did well to stay far away from...but made a note to bring someone far more knowledgeable than him to examine. Perhaps they could be relocated. Used back at the camp he had been brought to. The axe coughed through the air - a short heavy noise compared to the song of his arrows, before it bit into the wood of the furniture he tore apart. It was a shame...tearing up such good furniture for lumber, but it was well made and well preserved, and there was no way he was hauling massive chairs or dressers back through zombie infested woods.
In a matter of time he slipped out the door - the wooden satchel on his back burdened with a heavy stockpile of wood which he would walk back to the camp - killing the old civilization to attempt to build up the new. Something about it made him feel like a vulture. He shook his head at such thoughts, and soon enough found himself wandering through the forest once more - slipping from tree to tree - a spectre between the shadows, only the sharpest eyes catching glimpses of him as he moved into the light for mere seconds.
By the time he got back home, the wood on his back had started to slip from the heavy cotton blanket he used to wrap them up before tieing them with a length of rope he had found - the man loosening it and gathering up his makeshift carrying rig once more, leaving another bundle of quality wood to be used by the people there...before he slipped back into the woods once more.
Only this time he didn't go far.
He stood behind that waterfall, quiet and thoughtful in the shadows - almost motionless save for the rock he spun in his fingers slowly, his eyes watching it's looping motions between his fingers. The man was so motionless, so well blended with the shadows from years of stealth experience, most would never see him there - and that was the way he would have it, as his mind once more turned back to that all consuming thought of a woman.
A shadow in the woods lingered between the trees.
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Post by Nightscar on Dec 25, 2015 3:37:27 GMT
//Music: www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Um45OMHuhE---
While the barricades, were still a work in progress, they would serve well for now -- Ieyoshi turned his main focus towards the house now.
He begins moving things around, often with great gusto. The furniture, is now strewn a bit wildly around the house, and all of the broken things, being tossed into a pile outside to be sorted later for, possibly usage. He clears a space, and makes a fire outside, in which he can burn certain items -- the unsanitary things, the rotted mold-ridden wood, the flea-infested old sheets. As he is doing so, he has carefully wrapped, a rag around his face to cover his mouth and nose to give him some measure of protection from anything toxic.
At the same time, he also takes spare lumber, and -- with assistance -- patches up leaks and breaches as he finds them, the broken spots in the wood from previous chaos or decay. There is now, a fair collection of said lumber, as he had brought some back -- but also dismantled some items in the place, and recycled usable wood where possible.
Mysteriously, he has also apparently been collecting, large pieces of stone -- sheeted, as if they were originally to be used for a floor or flat surface. He has stacked it out of the way, in corner of the place. What could he be planning to use them for?
~
"What should we name it?"
"The Ivy Fort.. for the ivy that grows upon the trees at its borders."
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After long day of working, Ieyoshi rests against a tree, listening to the breeze in the leaves and grass. The sounds of sleeping life above him, as the sun had gone down -- leaving in its wake the hush of night. He looks up, to what he can see of the stars between the branches -- always in wonder, but now, also in memory of the times of overwhelming joy.
He looks down, to his ungloved hands -- the steel wedding ring.
"..if only.. you could be here to see this too... I miss you.. but will keep on, and be strong, as you always told me to -- I would let you down, if I were to break now..."
His quiet words, were answered only by the hush of the forest, the soft laughter of the stream and pond nearby, and the sounds of droplets as several tears spilled to the leaves he sat upon.
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Post by Nightscar on Dec 26, 2015 14:14:57 GMT
//Music: www.youtube.com/watch?v=gokhBJWSjeM
While the reorganizing and recycling of the things within the house, is ongoing and taking much time, Ieyoshi occasionally turns his attention away from it for outings -- always coming back with his medicines, bandages, building supplies and, importantly, knowledge, learning something new every time, he ventured out. Peculiarly, he continues gathering the sheeted stone, for several days -- having to make many trips to haul them back due to their weight, pilfered from other buildings and wreckage.
Finally, after he gathers much of the stone, he goes to the smaller of the bedrooms -- and promptly pulls, everything out of it, with things seen to be strewn wildly through the hall for a little while. Soon, though, he moves everything into makeshift space, so that there are still two different places to sleep. He then, would stack the stone pieces neatly outside of the room, and go about messy task of making the paste that is poured upon tiled floors -- an arduous task, but arguably, less so than the peril he had encountered gathering all he needed to make it in the first place!
He works long, skipping sleep except for in very small portions -- moments at a time -- in favor of his work. After paste has been mixed, he takes it, contained in large solid barrel he had pillaged from Zholan, and begins to spread it upon the floor, of the now emptied room, and begins setting the stone pieces in complex jigsaw of careful positioning -- fortunately, he had already checked earlier, to see which would fit and what order to put them in.
After a time, the stone, had to be allowed to set -- so he now turned his attention, to the things he had pulled out.. in particular, the sheets and blankets. While they had previously, been given a once-over, still they were dirty and rather itchy. So, repurposing an old and decrepit crate for a basket (something else to be made, he thought), he takes all of the bedding outside. He spends many hours, making a crude soap, made from mixture of lye from ashes, and the fat he had saved from all of his cooking of meats. He pulls forth from the house, a wooden washboard he had already made earlier in preparation, and uses some of spare wood scraps to set up a slightly ramshackle but functional drying rack.
Promptly, he begins washing all the bedding in large buckets of water pulled forth from the pond, being sure to scrub well all of the filth from them. When he is done, he looks over all of the blankets and sheets set forth on the drying rack -- and notices there are not so very many of them, after getting rid of the ones too far gone.
Ieyoshi huffs, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand.
"I suppose I should have known I would have to make more..."
He shrugs nonchalantly, cheery like ever despite the work ahead of him, and goes inside to where he had left his chainshirt and weapons. He takes a moment to stop and put his wedding ring back on -- having removed it to save it from any damage -- and look upon it for a moment, wistfully. Quickly however, he shakes his head slightly, to snap himself out of his daydream, and fetches his gear, preparing for an outing to find usable fabric.
~ "I hope you are still alive somewhere.. alive and well, not touched by this malicious plague.. sometimes I swear, perhaps I feel your touch in the breeze, when I stand upon the ridge and all is quiet -- is it you that softly brushes my hair then?"
Ieyoshi's hands clench tightly at his sides as he gazes into the pond.
"Do I truly feel you there, when I gaze up at the beautiful stars -- or is it just a phantom of my thoughts, that strange sickness of my mind that was alleviated but never really went away?"
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//While Ieyoshi's thoughts, are closely tied to his bond with this glade, all further posts pertaining to his personal thoughts will now be posted in separate thread in Around The Campfire~
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imtux
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Post by imtux on Dec 29, 2015 22:59:04 GMT
Enra slowly paced through the building. It was looking much more like the home she had envisaged, and strangely enough there weren't any setbacks. There were still a few tasks that they wanted to tick off, such as putting in a gate, and she knew that more blankets had to be made too. A faint smile spread on her lips, but still there was a lingering concern. She had been worried for the past week. Silly trivial matters that she hated herself for having, and yet the thoughts swelled and grew when she was alone with her thoughts.
The Elf gazed out of the window and into the forest where so much of their wood supply had come from. She held a piece of parchment in her hand, rolled and tied with a bow. As she continued her patrol through the house, Enra dropped the rolled parchment onto the living room table and stepped outside the door. Her bag was heavier that day.
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Post by Nightscar on Jan 8, 2016 11:51:36 GMT
Music: www.youtube.com/watch?v=m3ewe2uF6O4The fabric, sat sorted into its neat piles upon several mishmashed tables in the living room -- by material, and further, by color. An assortment, of neatly gathered threading material and many newly-cleaned needles, lay in small boxes nearby, glinting in the last light of day.
Ieyoshi entered the room, with a piece of cooked fish, skewered onto a pointy stick, and eating off of it without bothering the use of further utensils. After taking a few moments, to finish his meal, he walked over to the fabrics and promptly selected the plain off-white, unfancy fabrics, strong threading, and a sturdy needle. He pulled a chair, up to the big table in the middle of the room, and laid the great lengths of fabric out -- he had already trimmed them as neatly as he could, to the sizes he wanted. Without further ado, he threaded the needle, and began the long task of stitching together the first of the new sheets.
Long hours he worked, and as the sun, slid down to hide behind the ridge surrounding the glade, he stopped his work for but a moment to light a couple of candles to light the table, their soft glow, shining warmly through the windows to the chilly night outside. Every one of the four sides of the sheet he finished, he would occasionally, get up to stretch his legs, and his back would make a mighty crackle, before he sat back down to work once more -- only stopping for a meal after he had already finished three sheets.
Many hours of work, and many long nights later, the beds were now outfitted with the new sheets -- and new soft pillowcases.. But what were new pillowcases, without new pillows to put inside of them? Ieyoshi had thought earlier. Back to the sewing table he went without hesitation, picking a rougher but strong cloth, and spent the next several hours, making the smaller and easier pillows, yet to be stuffed.
It was fortunate, he had thought of it earlier, as he then marched outside with the empty pillows hung over his arm, to an odd little setup he had -- a few big boards laid down upon the freshly cleaved ground. The very grass, that had been so freshly cut by the broad scythe Ieyoshi now carried, now laid upon the boards, bound together in modest bundles to keep the wind, from blowing them away whilst they dried in the sun for the last few days -- something he had been preoccupying himself with, when the glade was in daylight, before retreating inside to sew at night.
Checking to make sure, that the grass bundles were well dried, he then picked them up and unbound them, one by one, and began to stuff the softly-rustling blades into the pillows, having more than enough to do so after all that the scythe had cut down.
It was as Ieyoshi, was sewing the last side of the pillows to seal them, and placing them upon the beds inside the soft cases, that he recalled how much trouble had been given upon him, trying to use the old and somewhat rotted rake that had rested at the back of the house to gather the cut grass. Given, what his desire was to do with the place, another item sparked to his mental list.
"A gate.. and some damned farming tools! Everything is rotted and rusty here, tch."
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