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Post by kyri on Jan 6, 2019 1:39:11 GMT 1
She opened her eyes and looked around, the wooden walls of the small room
were unfamiliar, bodies lay in neat lines she reached and touched the body
nearest to her, it was hard almost frozen, she sat up to get a better look
at her suroundings, there was a hatch above and a small door to the left,
the whole room moved it didnt feel right, though the movement was soothing
she tried to remember something anything, all she had was her name.
Kyri, it didnt seem much, she stood slowly her ragged cotton garments hung
from her small frame a wooden tube rolled across the planks where she laid
she picked it up it was light, she had no memory of it, she moved toward
the door her hand hovered by the latch then opened at a short coridor with
a few doors either side and a steep stairway at the end, she moved up the
stairs and pushed at the hatch, it opened sunlight streamed down.
Stepping out onto the deck of the ship, a loud voice made her turn sharply,
a large man stood looking at her, he none of what he said made sense, but
there seemed nothing to do but make herself useful, she shivered in the
wind and hoped to find something warmer soon, she looked at the hollow tube
and didn`t put much faith in it, prehaps if she could get a point on it...
Now to see what tomorrow would bring...
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Post by kyri on Jan 12, 2019 18:18:12 GMT 1
Second Steps
The boat ride, or "fine ship" as The Captain prefered it be called, was more
eventful than she thought it would be, people were busy choping, slicing and
in a few cases chomping on the many rats and cockroaches that also called the
"fine ship" home, Kyri rather enjoyed cracking rats skulls with her hollow tube
untill a kindly shipmate showed her how to use it properly.
The occasional seagull would land on the deck and attempt to carry some poor
soul off and apparently an amorous squid had taken an interest in the vessel,
sending up the odd tenticle to woo said interest, given the vast amount of
slashing and chopping that failed to put off its advances, the poor thing must
have suffered greatly in the endless waters, all of which were followed by much
swabbing of decks, which was another way of saying wash the slime off while
skinning your knuckles on the rough deck.
As the ship sailed on more people woke from the sleep spell, by and large a
happy jolly lot, but roumors started that some of the crew were not happy and
thought the Captian was leading the ship to its doom, if what the Captain said
about where they had come from was correct and some nag in her mind agreed, then
doom would be a step up at least, she didnt think much more about it untill one
evening a crew tried introducing a hatchet to her skull, she reacted on instinct
, she fearfully reported what happened to the Captain who laughed and told her
to do the same to any Mutaneers she came across, the word spread and the muties
became hard to find!.
The Captain called a meeting on deck apparently the squid was hanging onto the
bottom of the ship,and he had a plan to deal with it once and for all, besides
he was tired of the food lately and wanted kamakasi instead, Kyri thought the
squid couldn`t taste worse the ships rations and had to better than rat, which
some had taken to eating! people gathered and equipment was passed out a kind
soul made her some leather armour for which she was eternaly greatful.
At the appionted time the crew lured coaxed and bribed and hauled the creature
onto the deck, a great battle ensued, the squid had no intention of allowing
itself to become Kamaksi, she beat at the crabs that had somehow been dragged on
board,she beat on the squid, slime covered everything, she could bearly see, all
was chaos suddenly she realised someone was beating her! she slipped out of the
melee greatly bruised and battered, the squid was defeated and once the battle
weary finished swinging at each other, the crew set to work and a feast ensued.
It turned out that Kamakasi wasnt half bad, which was good because there was a
bloody lot of it!, she lay back contented and sore, drifting over water and off
to sleep.
Land Ahoy!!.
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Post by kyri on Jan 12, 2019 18:20:44 GMT 1
Many Steps
Land Ahoy!
Everyone rushed to the side of the ship to get a first glimse of the promised new
homeland, Kyri stood still, she could wait, besides she couldn`t see over the heads
of most her fellows anyways, true she towered over the Lightfeet, and was taller
than the Dwarr, but most of her fellow Leafborn and the Mythos were a head taller,
making her head at armpit hieght on a boat where she hadn`t seen much washing going
on, except for swabbing, it may have played some small part in keeping her back.
The ship stopped soon enough and she found herself ashore, before she could get her
bearings she was piled up with as much as she could carry and pushed off in a line
of burdoned fellows,the beach was soon left behind and she quickened her steps to-
ward the forest, glorious smells came to her here she was at peace, here was where
she belonged and yet she had no memory of seeing anything like it, too soon slopes
bare of all but scrubby little trees and plants lay before her.
The others strode onwards before and up, it was a struggle over the rocky trail,
looking up her fellows were drawing ahead, she was pushed from behind.
"Comeon slowpoke, camps awaitin" a Dwarr glowered at her then broke into a grin
"You never know there may be brew!" he stompped past and up the slope, by the time
the top was reached she was sweating, it had dried by the time she dropped off her
load, at least there was water she drank greatfully.
The day past fetching wood from the forest below, she was given an axe and spent
time selecting the wood to chop, only clearing to make way for stronger growth it
came intuitively, gently, after a couple of hours chopping she produced a single
useful log, and an awful lot of wood chips, she was pretty useless at cutting logs
but had left the area..better.
Trudging up and down the mountian she developed her own mantra to pass the time "I
hate bloody mountains" was the rough translation, others laughed at her but it
kept her pace up so she no longer lagged behind, what the Dwarr loved so much was
a mystery to her, when her final chore was done she washed, cleaned her armour and
weapons there was always something else to do.
Done, someone handed her a bowl of stew, it smelled good, sitting at the edge of
camp she watched the sun set, shadows falling over the darkening land below and the
first stars became visible as night came, so thats what the Dwarr see...
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Post by kyri on Jan 12, 2019 18:23:46 GMT 1
A Cure for Aching Feet
Days past cutting blocks of stones or planks of wood, producing more sweat than
usable materials but still she carried on, it was only fair to do what she could,
when not destroying valuble resources she was carrying what was useful to where
it was needed, at least she hoped it would be useful, nobody said otherwise that
was surely a good sign, but her feet hurt, worse was nagging ache or more of a
feeling of ill ease.
Having finished carrying she walked back to the camp, she drank and ate and still
the ache was there, she looked to the east, she realised that was where she had
to go, grabbing gear she set off immediately, sliding down the slopes and into
the wild forest, the feeling left her as the leaves closed over her head, faster
and deeper into the depths, she knew this was only a small woodland but it was
new and fresh, she sat and breathed and rested.
It was too dangerous to fall asleep where she was and there was still much of the
day left, searching here and there finding hidey holes and dens, she came across
a strange plant, lush and green with dark red veins the strangest thing about it
was it attacked her, a leaf swung round and tried to close round her, she fended
it off a little surprised, a few smacks with pair of Bastons taught the thing not
to mess with her again, or anything else for that matter!.
Later when speaking to the learned, she learned the Giant Venus Flytrap was what it
had been called "Don`t bite it, it likes to bite back" a little late for the advice
but true none the less, if you could get close enough, it wasnt the only thing she found
in the carnivorous wood, Giant Sundews swatted at her, Pitcher plants tried to
scoop her up, all in all she loved the place and its fresh smell invigorated her,
being very careful about the spot she settled down and slept.
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