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Post by Èdan on Mar 3, 2020 12:27:02 GMT -6
Wet Season: from Mar 22
Dry Season: from Sept 22
Creatures:
Filumaureus / “Aurey”
Level 7 (0/5) / Loyalty 7 (0/5)
Stamina: 2
Strength: 1
Resistance: 0
Dexterity: 6
Mentality: 7
Special Abilities: Mimic, Fly, Physical Weakness
Moves: Psychic Distortion, Travel by Moonlight
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Perscitus / “Percy”
Level 46 (0/5) / Loyalty 31 (0/5)
Stamina: 1
Strength: 2
Resistance: 3
Dexterity: 2
Mentality: 2
Special Abilities: Lone Wolf, Desert-Dwelling, Nightvision, Swim
Moves: Nip, Time Stop, Wither
Tricks: Accept Blood/Scary Sights, Accept Noise, Accept Sudden Movements,
Stay, Name, Get, Fetch, Don't Eat That, Fishing
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Atrum / "Art" Level 20 (0/5) / Loyalty 20 (0/5) Stamina: 1
Strength: 0
Resistance: 0
Dexterity: 1
Mentality: 3
Special Abilities: Shadow Immunity, Ethereal
Moves: Soul-Strike, Spook
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Inventory:
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Finds (1st Trip):
Creature #1
Creature #9 Darter Pocket Plant #3 (x2)
Sharky Pocket Shell #11
Stonedge Pocket (x2)
Post Total: 60
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| Finds (2nd Trip):
Fish #32
Shell #5 (x2)
Fish #16 (x2)
Fish #37
Plant #2
Plant #9
Ghost Squirt
Sharky Pocket
Fish #41.b
Fish #20
Plant #4 (x2)
Fish #18
Plant #3 (x2)
Whippersnapper
Shell #6 (x2)
Livecaltrop Pocket
Post Total: 70
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| Finds (3rd Trip):
Thornskitter Pocket (x2)
Creature #1
Junk #1
Creature #13
Whiskers Pocket (x2)
Plant #4
Fish #8
Stonedge Pocket
Pond Snail #3 (x2)
Tiny Pearl (x2)
Lake Lettuce #2
Striped Dosinia (x2)
Lonely Star #3 (x2)
Algae Ramfish
Lonely Star #2
Rummynose
Flat Oyster
Yellow Primary Tetra
Rivergrass #1
Gold Umbrellafish
Blushing Lotus (x2)
Post Total: 90
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| Finds (4th Trip):
Neon Tetra (x2)
Glasspane Kelp #2 (x2)
Lake Lettuce #3
Firefin (x3)
Toofer
Roundnose (x2)
Anchovy
Post Total: --
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Post by Èdan on Mar 3, 2020 13:39:31 GMT -6
The courier made his way through town as he usually did - bundle under arm and bag slung over shoulder, seeming on errand as normal, save for the curiosity of a bucket carried with coiled tail (and for once, it was useful to have three hands again). All the way to the Docks and even beyond, until he began to push the limits of the City itself. The usual hustle and bustle of the metropolis becomes replaced by a serene silence, a pleasant bubbling of creeks and rivulets and above all - no people.
The man wanders a bit between the different river branches, taking small bridges over bigger streams, skipping along stepping stones over smaller ones (the rumours in town were not wrong, the place really is a maze of waterways), until he spots a place to settle. Nestled between a larger river and two smaller streams is a piece of elevated ground, edged with large boulders along the shoreline, just below a small slope. A few quick step-jumps down the decline and he stops among the grassy outcrop, setting down the bundles.
. 1 . Dry Season: 1
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Post by Èdan on Mar 3, 2020 13:45:19 GMT -6
Then, kneeling down, he begins to unwrap the contents, starting with the larger of the two parcels. Within a couple of seconds, a net is unlashed from the cloth bindings and he sets it to stand up against one of the shore boulders, turning his attention to the rest. Life had a habit of working in loops and returning tangles, that much he knew without a shadow of a doubt. What you think to put behind you inevitably find ways to come back around given enough years (and not necessarily enough distance), so it is something he has long since learned to anticipate. Still, even with concious knowledge of that fact, there's just as inevitable strangeness when such moments hit that no one person could shake. An intrinsic instinct to recognise patterns.
For example, how he was, once again, finding himself trying to fish. He has not had to fish for himself in over a decade, not since the silver tongued skills got sharp enough to make food far easier to find among people than some random stream (and usually taste twice as good).
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Dry Season: 2
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Post by Èdan on Mar 3, 2020 13:51:54 GMT -6
As a result, the silver-tongued skill remained quite sharp, while memories of fishing twindled into obscurity. He still remembers enough about some basics - hooks, lures, bait, rods, that sort of stuff - but some of the more finer aspects would certainly need recounting in the process. That is, assuming he is even able to catch anything to begin with.
Thankfully, regardless of the outcome, there's no threat of going hungry tonight. Fish or no, the work put into the courier and the knight has saved up quite a bit to be able to sustain and feed himself just fine. No, the purpose of the river trip isn't to find food, but something far simpler - just some peace and quiet.
With the smaller bits of bobs unpacked, he sits down on the rock and pulls off the shoes, putting on the clogs instead. As extensive as the pant legs are, they are meticulously tucked into the clog, as to avoid getting wet (or, well, more wet than they would. His fishing skills may have been vague, but his memories about how it usually went were certainly not).
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Dry Season: 3
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Post by Èdan on Mar 3, 2020 13:58:43 GMT -6
Of course, the rivers of his home are a bit different to the rivers of this continent. In both good and bad ways.. Some of them had currents strong enough to rip a rod apart if one wasn't careful, while others were filled with nothing but sprats, too small to hook. The rivers here are talked to be filled to the bring with bounty, especially after spring settles in and the water levels rise from the snow melt coming down from the mountains up north. But.. this being the Labs, he has a strong suspicion the rivers might not be filled with just fine fish to eat.. He has been through the Docks a number of times, and he has most certainly seen sea serpents the sizes of boats being trained there..
With the clogs on, he snatches up the net and the extra line. One piece of skill he did remember was how to keep your items on you. The line is extended, one piece tied to the end of the net's handle, measured out to a certain distance and snipped in order to tie the other end to his belt.
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Dry Season: 4
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Post by Èdan on Mar 3, 2020 14:35:45 GMT -6
There.. now if anything snags the net and tries to grab it with, he has a safety line to pull it free and back. The man hops onto the larger boulders and starts to make his way to the waterline, finding himself a good set of boulders to balance onto with enough stability to begin sieving through the stream. With the daylight clear in the skies, the waters sparkle back with a thousand little glimmers, but the rush is fairly calm and the line of sight clear enough to spot shapes and forms darting their way here and there. Most of those shapes are likely to be just shadows from the ripples of the surface, but the net was big and the stream slow enough to make it glide through the waters with relative ease. Pushing it through the water, from down-current to up, he sieves slowly for the little shadows, waiting for that little tug in the net to signal something connecting, before he can pull it back out quickly.
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Dry Season: 5
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Post by Renathan on Mar 4, 2020 9:58:13 GMT -6
The river rolls nicely today along the bend. Perhaps it is the time of year? A lot of the bank is exposed, but there is nothing to be found at the moment.
[Nothing happens.]
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Post by Èdan on Jul 6, 2020 11:46:41 GMT -6
Seasons change, weather warms, and the courier is seen back at the river's bend. A change of scenery accompanied him, as two beasts stalk in tow - one intentional, the other.. somewhat less. Where most of the cursed manor's lingering beasts had been fine to shake their obsession of him as soon as they passed the tower basement's threshold, this iridescent devil lingered, much to his annoyance. It isn't necessarily badly behaved, quite the contrary, but it continues to put him off that something of the manor finds him.. fascinating. Especially when the other creature, the spiked canid, seems not quite so thrilled to be there.
It is the 'sense', he knew. The thing where beasts sat uneasy around him. The horse and bear had had their training done, sorting out the issue. This one is too fresh just yet, barely out in the world to properly figure what to trust. So, what better way to teach it than be among the first it does? While being in the most desolate place in the entire City, at that.
. 6 . Perscitus: 0 (1/5)
Wet Season: 1
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Post by Èdan on Jul 6, 2020 11:59:00 GMT -6
This isn't to say the beast isn't tricky. It had a habit of disappearing and reappearing - concerning, given he still isn't entirely sure how it's done. For one it's not quite teleporting, at least not as described in magical tomes, since the leash always remains attached. In fact it seems to be the only way to keep it in line (Thank the goddess for small miracles). For the time being, the outside world is enough to distract it, as the man makes his way across stone walkways, small bridges and makeshift crossings over much deeper waters than before. Seasons changing, indeed.. Meltwater from the mountains is nothing new, but the City puts a spin on it even so, as the river and its deltas have swollen nearly three times their size.
It doesn't take long for them to reach what used to be his previous fishing spot. Now it's mostly a few bare rocks jutting out of a slow-moving flood, the trees hanging onto the banks for dear life as it's flanked on either side. Well.. it's not perfect, but it will have to do.
. 7 . Perscitus: 0 (2/5)
Wet Season: 2
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Post by Èdan on Jul 6, 2020 12:07:01 GMT -6
The canid is already drawn towards the water, as if the scales on it's back are meant to be from a fish, rather than.. Well, to be quite honest he isn't necessarily certain. 'Dragon' comes to mind, but that would have unfortunate connotations, so he's found it easier to think of it as 'lizard' or 'sharp turtle'. Whatever fear of him that the beast has isn't quite so overpowering as the fascination of water. "Stay out of it," he mumbles low, tying the leash to a low-hanging branch. "We're not here to dig you out of the waves." The dog made no notion of understanding, simply tugging on the leash and shaking the branch as it paws the ground where shore sharply meets water. He hasn't lost the notion that beasts are quite simple-minded, but he could certainly see where everyone's habit of talking to them is beginning to come from.
With the area clear of any living soul aside them, however, he is quite glad of the respite. Slowly he begins to unfurl the tools from the bundles, tucking away the cloth in the roots of the tree, as to avoid the wind taking them away.
. 8 . Perscitus: 0 (3/5)
Wet Season: 3
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Post by Èdan on Jul 6, 2020 12:14:16 GMT -6
There are things in the world you don't quite miss until there's either an over-abundance of it or suffocating lack. In his case, there is an over-abundance of people in the City, even for his standards, and suffocating lack of privacy - The City is a trade-hub of the region, if not the entire continent. Not everyone who comes here stays, but that leaves many more coming and going as the trade caravans roll. The creatures, too.. If it's not a full-grown monster, it some small gnat like the goblin picking through the worms in the can. And they are everywhere. Naturally and unnaturally. To the point where he's begun to wonder if there isn't some way to ward the manor ground by some magical means, just to keep them from wandering through day and night.
The man unfurls the net of the pole and make sure the line is well-attached to the belt. Sure, some would see it ironic he stands here, griping about beasts, and is in fact in the act of catching some. Well.. at least whatever passes as 'fish' for these parts. Probably also part-dragon (Everything else here seemed to be).
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Perscitus: 0 (4/5)
Wet Season: 4
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Post by Èdan on Jul 6, 2020 12:20:10 GMT -6
The dog gives a whine, still too far from the water's edge to it's satisfaction. The man rolls his eyes, rises to his feet and adjusts the leash by a few inches, before tightening it again. With the beast now close enough to the water to slash it with a paw, but not so close as to throw itself into it, he focuses on the water itself. Memory serves him well from the drier season, as he knows there's rock beneath the swell that form a more natural basin around this portion of the shore. It makes for deeper water, but also shores it more off from the quicker flow of the stream. At least.. in theory.
He takes one of the of the small jars and opens it up, dropping a few pieces into the water. They float downstream slowly, get caught in a vortex between a few of the outcropping stones, and continue on after several seconds. That would do.. He moves further upstream and pours the rest of the bait into the water. As it begins to float down, he returns to their spot and slowly submerges the net, watching and waiting to see if anything gets snagged into it.
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Perscitus: 1 (0/5)
Wet Season: 5
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Post by Nadia on Jul 6, 2020 13:18:09 GMT -6
 A snag indeed, wriggling in the net! |
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Post by Èdan on Jul 6, 2020 13:34:44 GMT -6
Deep waters tend to be dark waters, and even with someone able to pierce the veil of shadows with their sight, the rippling of waves and silt tend to make it a murky affair. The dog spots something before he does, as there's a yip and a sense of excitement. For a moment he's almost afraid the blasted thing will scare their prospect away with a wayward paw splashing the waters, but the beast keeps itself at bay and away from the water, simply shouting at whatever is in the water. He focuses back down.. ah, there it is.. A vague shape in the backdrop of the waters, something only discernible because it moves while the rest of it stays put.
It moves slow and casual, loitering after the bits and piece of bait that travels down the waters along with it. He keeps still, eyes trained on it while the pole shifts but only a fraction. The pieces of bait drift closer, drawing the beast into the basin area of the swell.. Then they keep going, a few even bumping into the pole as they drift past.
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Perscitus: 1 (1/5)
Wet Season: 6
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Post by Èdan on Jul 6, 2020 13:40:02 GMT -6
A little more.. a little more.. Got you.
He hoists the pole forward and up, snagging the shadow into the net. It wriggles as he pulls the net out of the water, and begins to outright thrash when it realizes it's now gasping for air. The man holds on tight and guides it over towards lands, navigating the stones and narrow bank towards the bucket, already set with water from the river, before upending the net over it. A splash and some minor thrashing later the fish settles in it's new (Admittedly more cramped) quarters, apparently just happy to be breathing again. There isn't a long wait for it there, he has a stone basin set aside for the things back at the tower, with prospects of a pond design on the way.
Fresh fish was succulent fish, even if this one.. Well, he has seen similar kinds in coastal towns by the ocean, heard tell of sailors speak of much bigger kinds out in the open blue (Not necessarily good things, at that). While the fish has settled, the dog keeps going, right up until the man taps the pole into the ground, drawing the beast's focus on him again.
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Perscitus: 1 (2/5)
Wet Season: 7
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