>>2517688
>>I must return as an adult, or not at all (Rites of Passage)
COMING OF AGE QUEST

>>2517688
>They said I was too old to remain the Chief. So, I will show them this grey-hair can still lead the clan! (A Leader’s Burden)
Gruff old guy still has it.

Tie needs breaking, otherwise QM's get paralyzed with indecision.

>>2517701
Second

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>>2517701
>>2517722
>Rites of Passage

>>2517722
>A Leader's Burden

>Called! Rites of Passage it is!

There has always been a rite of passage to become a proper adult in your clan as far as memory calls. You must spend one rotation of the moon surviving in the deep woods, with no support from your family or friends once you travel beyond the villages limits. In addition, you will have to return with a token crafted from one of the great beasts that live within the forest. This token will prove you have the cunning and strength to be a provider for the clan, and not just one who relies on others. The elders have provided you with a knapped flint knife, a length of sisal rope, and two days worth of hard rations. There were tears shed from your mother and younger siblings, and a warm embrace from your father and elder sister before you received the markings of ash upon your cheeks, signifying that you were dead to the village. The only way you can become alive again was victory, for defeat was too shameful to admit.

This going away has happened three days prior. You have found a few blackberry brambles to feed from yesterday in a bright clearing with a stream, but you only have a few hard-tack biscuits left. You can still bait a snare with your rope and some leftover berries and tack, or you can try and use some of the fallen timber in the area to form a fishing spear. There also seems to be some tracks in the softened banks.

>What do?

>Set up a snare with remaining foodstuffs. No rabbit can resist easy forage
>Try your hand at fishing with a spear. It can’t be that hard.
>Look for tracks. The faster I find a worthy kill, the faster I can leave.

Well, sleep is highly recommended for a 10 km run in the morning followed by work-related BS. Will start running again at 00:45 UTC, unless work shenanigans result in a later timeframe.

>>2517804
>Try your hand at fishing with a spear. It can’t be that hard.
Plus a fishing spear is at least something to put between us and any wolf/bear/apex predator.

>>2517804
>Try your hand at fishing with a spear. It can’t be that hard.

>>2517804
>>Try your hand at fishing with a spear. It can’t be that hard.

>>2518069
>>2518100
>>2518107
>Try your hand at fishing with a spear. It can't be that hard.

Called and writing.

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>>Try your hand at fishing with a spear. It can’t be that hard.

You’ve decided to try and form a 3-pronged fish spear to try and catch some supper. It takes some time to find a long, straight, even length of timber. This one has a weird kink in it, that ones too long dead and brittle. Eventually, you come across a stout branch of elm that is suitable for your needs. It’s a bit of work sharpening the ends of wood, but you get it done rather quickly. It must still be slightly green to shave this nicely. After working up the coals from last nights fire, you set the prongs in to harden them while you track down some creepers to lash it together. There’s a small bit of fortune smiling on you today, as you find a few tendrils in a short time.

When the prongs look ready, you lash them together to the main spear using a sturdy figure 8 lash. In the end, the spear is slightly taller than you, and you notch a groove around the base to attach the sisal rope to it. The last thing you need is to throw it, overshoot, and have the better part of a day’s work go floating downstream. With a few short casts, the heft of it seems to fit nicely in the hand. Now, to test it for real.

Wading into the calf deep water, you wait patiently for the fish to get used to your presence in the water. There’s brief tickles from minnows on your toes, and a little giggle is stifled. There’s no time for giggling and singing, because you spy a trout slowly swimming its way towards the next bend. Carefully, you line it up and loose!

There’s a brief struggle as the fish tries to swim away, but two prongs have caught it behind the gills. With a whoop, you pull back on the spear, pulling it out into open air. A quick draw of the knife and it’s still. Bringing it back to shore, you start gutting and scaling it, setting innards aside for bait. Fish guts will definitely be more helpful than blackberries or tack.

As it grills over the fire, you contemplate what to do next.

>Fish some more. If you dry them slowly tonight, you could have food that will keep for a couple days.
>Work on finding materials for spears. Fishing spears are nice and all, but they won’t help take down game worthy of a totem.
>Braid some creepers into cordage. You can use some more to help make snares, saving the rope for last resort.
>Write-in?

>>2519625
>Work on finding materials for spears. Fishing spears are nice and all, but they won’t help take down game worthy of a totem.

>>2519625
>>Work on finding materials for spears. Fishing spears are nice and all, but they won’t help take down game worthy of a totem.

>>2519625
>>Work on finding materials for spears. Fishing spears are nice and all, but they won’t help take down game worthy of a totem.

>>2519625
Spears, baby.

>>2519625
gonna jump in and say spear

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>>2519696
>>2520120
>>2520248
>>2520278
>>2520505

The spears have it!

>>Work on finding materials for spears. Fishing spears are nice and all, but they won’t help take down game worthy of a totem.

Staring into the flames, listening to the trout bubble and hiss, you decide to take stock of what you have. Looking inside the pouch, you let out a drawn hiss. Only one piece of tack left, and the firesticks you carved the first day are getting pretty worn. Time to get a move on this hunt, while there’s still strength in these arms. You decide on finding some good material to make some spears with for the rest of today. Flint or chert would be best, but it’s unlikely you’re going to find any lying around that has a good shape. Probably best to go with fire-hardened oak or elm saplings. Four should be plenty, in case the heat cracks them in the fire. Plus, that way you have options for setting up a kill site.

There’s a pleasant, harder crust on the outside of the fish. It was well worth breaking up half a biscuit and the last of the berries to crust it. Besides, it was that or chip a tooth trying to chew tack that’s a few days old. Heaping some dirt over the coals to keep them covered and having a quick drink of water from the stream, you set out going east. Notching every sixth tree you pass on the eastern side, you should be able to find the way back even after nightfall.

Three hours later, you find a promising area to work in. There’s two smaller oak saplings growing where one of the mighty ones around two feet in width has fallen. Stripping the branches and cleaning the top should provide two six-foot spears. Pressing slightly on their bark, you can tell it won’t be as simple as pressing them over. You’re going to have to cut them, and you don’t yet have an axe made.

It’s currently mid-afternoon, and you think you can taste rain on the wind. What do?

>Try to find some deadfall or weaker trees to make the spears with. You’ve been lucky already, why not push some more? (1 to 2 hours, will require a hard roll on 1d100, gain timber suitable for making spears.)
>Mark the area and track down a hard rock to make an axe-head with. There was some that looked the right shape for it that you saw yesterday. (3 to 4 hours for backtracking, medium difficulty roll, gain a sharp stone suitable for tool usage.)
>There’s definitely rain on the wind. You should probably head back and make a shelter, so that you can still have a fire and dry material to work with tomorrow. (6 hours, easy roll to find building material, gain a lean-to shelter.)
>Write-in?

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>2521729
>Try to find some deadfall or weaker trees to make the spears with.

>>2521729
>Mark the area and head back to make a shelter, so that you can still have a fire and dry material to work with tomorrow. (6 hours, easy roll to find building material, gain a lean-to shelter.)
We can probably sustain ourselves, we should take our time with this.

One more post to break the tie? Otherwise, doing a coin flip in 15 minutes.

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>There’s definitely rain on the wind. You should probably head back and make a shelter, so that you can still have a fire and dry material to work with tomorrow. (6 hours, easy roll to find building material, gain a lean-to shelter.)

Rolled 48 (1d100)

Called! Looks like we're heading back to make a shelter. Rolling for this quest is going to be roll under, Bo3, and only started after the call to allow the vote to not be affected. Crits will override. 1 is good, 100, not so much.

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>Mark the area and head back to make a shelter, so that you can still have a fire and dry material to work with tomorrow. (6 hours, easy roll to find building material, gain a lean-to shelter.)
>Best roll is 14.
>Under 75 = PASS with a large degree of success!

Staring at the trees, you catch a faint whiff of moisture on the wind. That’s definitely rain on it’s way tomorrow, no mistake. If you want to have any chance of a warm fire and good tinder, you’ve got to head back and put up a lean-to tonight. Sighing at the thought, you pile 4 largish stones on top of each other by the saplings you found. Scraping a large arrow in the forest floor pointing at them, you should be able to find them again later. With that, you turn back, notching the trees on the way back.

Halfway back, you notice a big tree that was split by lightning a long time ago. That should make a good marker to find the path back if the notches aren’t noticeable later. Plus, if all else fails, you can probably try and pull some of it down for firewood later.

Arriving back at the clearing, you get to work gathering deadfall and branches. It’s tiring work, but you know it’s well worth the trouble it will save further on. Besides, sleeping in the open-air sounds lovely until rainfall or mosquitoes make you wish for a roof and cozy fire. By the time the sun dips below the horizon, you’ve got a snug little shelter set up with a thick swatch of leafmould to sleep on with no rocks under your back. You’ve even had time to strip the bushes here bare, providing enough berries and wild hazelnuts to last until tomorrow evening. There might need to be more fishing or hunting tomorrow, but at least hunger won’t be an issue for a while. With a deep yawn and stretch, you lay down and ease into a nice sleep.

*You‘ve tracked the beast for the better part of three days now. It’s been hard doing, but you’ve finally found it’s lair. Lying in wait, you finally catch a flash of fur in the bushes. Strike now!*

What colour of fur did you spy?
>Gray, like cold stone and ashes.
>Deep Brown, richer than earth and brighter than bark.
>Pitch black, deep as charcoal or depths of caves.
>Mottled, brown and black stirred together like deep clay banks.

>>2521939
>>Deep Brown, richer than earth and brighter than bark.

>>2521946
>>Deep Brown, richer than earth and brighter than bark.

>>2521946
>>Deep Brown, richer than earth and brighter than bark.
Pretty sure this is a dream but why not.

>>2521946
>>Deep Brown, richer than earth and brighter than bark.

>>2521947
>>2522057
>>2522161
>>2522387

Called, and writing.

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>>Deep Brown, richer than earth and brighter than bark.

With that brief glimpse of rich brown fur, you can feel your pulse quicken. Ba-doom, ba-doom, ba-doom,, it feels so loud that the prey must be able to hear it. There’s a brief hitch you catch the first glimpse of a muscled back the size of a table.

Some would balk at the thought of hunting one of the brown giants. Brun, grizzled ones, honey-eaters. You never say their true name, less you catch their attention and attract them out towards the village. They can shrug off grievous wounds, knock over trees in wrath, and even take down the tree-shavers and wild boars. The best reprieve is that they are compelled to sleep through the cold winters months. That’s the only time you’ve ever heard of one being slain without significant loss. Hunting one alone during the fading summer before they are fattened on stolen food and sleeping in the dank dens they call home can be considered suicide

Ba-doom, ba-doom, ba-doom. However, this feat was not considered impossible. There are very rare tokens formed from them, carried by the most daring and courageous of forest dwellers. It took a bit of doing, but you finally persuaded one of the elders to show the wizened paw he kept as proof of adulthood. You knew then that you had to strike one down, and become a great leader, or perish in the attempt.

There’s a brief snuffle that breaks the silence of the woods. With a start, you can see the massive beast slowly walk into the open. You heft one of the four spears you had leaning against the tree. BA-DOOM, BA-DOOM, BA-DOOM. With a held breath, you see it raise it’s head slightly as the sear leaves your hand.
Suddenly, you hear a faint screech of a rodent behind killed in the distance. Pressing up off the ground, rubbing sleep out of your eyes, you stretch and yawn hugely. It’s just past day-break, and you feel a slight rumble in your stomach. As you crack some of the hazelnuts and mix them with the berries, you spot clouds up in the sky. The smell of rain is stronger this morning. You definitely wouldn’t take a bet against it not raining by midday. Staring back out at the river, you think about the plan for the day.

>Fish, using the guts from yesterday to help attract some prey. The rain might make catching something later harder.
>You still need some stones to make tools with. Trying your luck north away from the village may help.
>Gathering more deadfall and tinder is priority. The rain is holding for now, but you should stock up before everything is soaked.
>Write-in?

>>2523645
>Fish, using the guts from yesterday to help attract some prey. The rain might make catching something later harder.

>>2523645
>>Gathering more deadfall and tinder is priority. The rain is holding for now, but you should stock up before everything is soaked.

>>2523645
>Fish, using the guts from yesterday to help attract some prey. The rain might make catching something later harder.

>>2523645
>>You still need some stones to make tools with. Trying your luck north away from the village may help.

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>>2523655
>>2523684

>>Fish, using the guts from yesterday to help attract some prey. The rain might make catching something later harder.

>>2523662
>>Gathering more deadfall and tinder is priority. The rain is holding for now, but you should stock up before everything is soaked.

>>2523753
>>You still need some stones to make tools with. Trying your luck north away from the village may help.

Looks like we're fishing. Roll to determine if the rain breaks now or later in the evening (<65)

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>2523820

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>2523820

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>>2523908
>>2523923

>Natural 1. Critical Success!

>>Fish, using the guts from yesterday to help attract some prey. The rain might make catching something later harder.

With a quick snort, you decide to fish some more for the morning. There is rain on the way, but you don’t want to try fishing with the clear water churned into a murky mess. Picking up the fishing spear, you take some of the slimy offal out with you into the water. After all, you can probably catch something a bit bigger with the stinking guts serving as a delicious treat.

Stashing the guts under a fist-sized stone about three feet away, you take up a watchful position, feeling your mind drift. There’s a faint tickle as the minnows do their merry dance, and you think you spot some tiny crayfish darting away in the rocky banks. While you wait, you think carefully about what you will need to do to spear a brown giant.

The story you’ve heard about the honey-eaters is that they are gluttonous beasts, easily tearing apart logs as if they were rotten husks rather than solid timber. Their huge appetite makes them eat anything, from grubs and larvae to rotten carrion killed four days prior. They can’t climb trees, but their massive bulk can let them just push them over without a care. They will attack you without mercy, but they tend to leave you alone if you fake being dead since they are more prone to attacking humans when threatened rather than for food. However, some do develop a taste for man-flesh, and among these are the tales that chill your blood and quiver your spine.

Slowly, a shadow appears in the water. It looks like a large one, much larger than any trout you’ve seen. Squinting slightly, you almost gasp out loud at your great fortune. The stinking guts must have been irresistible, since that shape is unmistakeably the size of a predator fish. It’s a like a keening saw on your patience, s you see it slowly meander towards the offal. When it has been sitting there nibbling at the guts for a solid ten seconds, you let the spear fly.

You can feel it start, and almost swim away with the spear imbedded in it’s side. Gripping the rope with all your might, you pull and heave the fish into shallower waters. It’s a large pike, swollen with good feed. As it tries to wriggle it’s way back into the water, you take your flint knife and slit it’s throat, a faint line of thin fish blood trickling into the stream. Finally, it’s still, and you haul its body over to the shelter. Setting it on a flat stone, you start scaling, gutting and filleting, setting it all aside for later use.

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>>2524059

As you run your fingers through the intestines, you feel a hard lump inside them. Cutting it open, you feel a grin that stretches from ear to ear. This fish had eaten a round stone with a hole in it. These fairy stones are supposed to be filled with good fortune and allow you to see your way through illusions. At the least, there’s a confident spring in your step, and a feeling that you can overcome anything. As well, it seems like the rain is holding off. At least you feel certain that you can do one more task before it finally comes crashing down.

With the pike drying in strips on a small frame of deadfall you lash together, you take stock of the situation. With this, and the forage from earlier, you feel confident for two days worth of food. There’s about one more days worth of firewood, and enough tinder to start the fire once if it goes out. All you need is some sturdy stones to knap for tools, and cordage to make lashings with.

It’s currently early morning. With a drink of water and a strip of fish for breakfast, you think about what you’re doing next.

>Look for tool stones north of the clearing.
>Gather cordage and tinder to the west where you have seen plenty of fallen trees.
>Return back to the west where the straight trees were. You can probably find lots of firewood there.
>Write-in?

>>2524062
>Return back to the west where the straight trees were. You can probably find lots of firewood there.

>>2524062
>>Look for tool stones north of the clearing.

>>2524062
>Return back to the west where the straight trees were. You can probably find lots of firewood there.

>>2524062
>>Look for tool stones north of the clearing.

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Leaving for the evening since there's a tie, and I'm feeling pretty rough from circuits this morning. If there's no consensus by 22:30 UTC tomorrow, there will be a coinflip followed by writing.

>>2524062

Look for tool stones north of the clearing

>>2524069
>>2524104
>>Return back to the west where the straight trees were. You can probably find lots of firewood there.

>>2524101
>>2524118
>>2524991
>>Look for tool stones north of the clearing.

Looks like we're looking for tool stones n the north side. Called and writing.

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>>Look for tool stones north of the clearing.

To be able to get solid enough wood to make proper spears and traps, you’re going to need some better tools. A flint knife is very useful but trying to cut at even a saplings base is a fool’s game. If it doesn’t break, you’d probably get it down after two days worth of labour. Then, trying to sharpen and de-limb it with a now dull knife is futile. No, getting something useful for a hand axe is the best.

With this thought foremost in mind, you stoke the fire’s coals, leaving it to smoulder away. A quick layer of protective earth over them and moving the fish rack under a thicker tree’s branches, you grab the fish spear and set out. It’s not the greatest thing to defend yourself with, but it’s a lot more useful than trying to cut down a maddened animal with a knife.

…

You’ve been walking northwards for about 2 hours, notching a marker back the whole time. Slowly, the ground has gotten a bit more stony, with smaller pebbles starting to show through the leafmould. As you crest a small hillock, you spy a defile on the other side. There’s a heap of stone where it looks like n ancient boulder finally gave way to the pressures of time and cracked apart. Picking through it, they seem hard enough to work with. You eventually settle on taking back a large flat stone, suitable for sharpening and pounding materials on, and two drop shaped stones about the size of a fist around and two fists long. If you knock them together, you should come away with two good working tools. Gathering it all up and stacking it, you hear the faint rumble of thunder in the distance. Time to go.

Heading back to the clearing, you just enter the area as the rain starts hissing through the trees. You set down the flat stone beside the shelter, and uncover the coals, feeding them some deadfall to make it strong enough to not go out.

It’s currently mid-afternoon on the fifth day. You’ve got food to eat, water to drink, and rain starting to come down on your head. What are you going to do next?

>Start knapping the stones into an axe head. Even if you don’t have a sturdy handle yet, you can still use it by hand to take care of smaller tasks.
>Braid some of the cordage into rope. You can use this to make good lashings and tying spears together should make them easier to carry over a long distance.
>Do a bit of exploring. With the rain damping your smell down and grounding the mosquitoes, you could get the drop on something.
>Write-in?

>>2526299
>>Braid some of the cordage into rope. You can use this to make good lashings and tying spears together should make them easier to carry over a long distance.

>>2526374
Seconding

>>2526374
>>2526377
>>Braid some of the cordage into rope. You can use this to make good lashings and tying spears together should make them easier to carry over a long distance.

Calling it a bit earlier to make up for a later start. Writing!

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>>Braid some of the cordage into rope. You can use this to make good lashings and tying spears together should make them easier to carry over a long distance.

There’s a little more work to do around the camp. Feeding, both for you and the fire, and fresh water. As you stoop to drink some, you see the water has already started churning up silt from the rainfall. It was a good idea to fish earlier, you can barely see your hand when you dip it into the water, let along any fish swimming along. As you head back, you think carefully about where to grab some cordage.

There aren’t many creepers left in the clearing, as you’ve pulled them down to make the shelter and rack yesterday. As well, the area where the straighter trees grew was more filled with ferns, better to make thatch or tinder with rather than rope. Sighing, you decide to strike out east. There should be some over there, and besides, you’re admittedly a bit curious on where this stream leads.

Grabbing your fishing spear once more, you start walking alongside the streams banks. It’s a bit slippery from the rain on the moss, but the going is fairly easy. Besides, tripping and falling in wouldn’t drown you, unless you dash your head off the rocks. After a while, you see more of the creeping vines starting to choke the oaks with mistletoe. You take out the knife and start cutting it down, only stopping when you have armfuls of the things. It’s a bit more treacherous walking back, but you arrive only having spent around an hour and a half gathering. You squat down inside the shelter, feeding the leaves and cast-offs into the flames as you go.

By the time the sun starts dipping down in the sky, you have a fair length of cordage braided for use. There’s about three coils six feet long, and two shorter lengths at four feet long. You untie the sisal rope from the fish spear, and re-wrap one of the long cords around it. That way, you can save the good rope for something that needs to be sturdier in build.

As you grind some of the hazelnuts and coat one of the fillets with them, you start to think about what else you can get accomplished tonight before the sun sets completely, making it a lot more dangerous to walk alone.

>Look for a thick branch to make an axe handle with. It doesn’t need to be green wood, but it does need to be relatively fresh.
>Start knapping tool heads from stone. It’ll be a lot harder to form them when darkness falls.
>Gather some thinner branches and make some traps. This way, you won’t have to spend as much effort hunting or fishing, and can focus more on other tasks.
>Write-in?

>>2526633
>Look for a thick branch to make an axe handle with. It doesn’t need to be green wood, but it does need to be relatively fresh.

>>2526633
>>Gather some thinner branches and make some traps. This way, you won’t have to spend as much effort hunting or fishing, and can focus more on other tasks.

>>2526633
>Gather some thinner branches and make some traps. This way, you won’t have to spend as much effort hunting or fishing, and can focus more on other tasks.

Taking on a bear we need time to create traps for the big bastard if we wanna stand a chance of winning.

>>2526642
>>Look for a thick branch to make an axe handle with. It doesn’t need to be green wood, but it does need to be relatively fresh.

>>2526660
>>2526700
>>Gather some thinner branches and make some traps. This way, you won’t have to spend as much effort hunting or fishing, and can focus more on other tasks.

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>>Gather some thinner branches and make some traps. This way, you won’t have to spend as much effort hunting or fishing, and can focus more on other tasks.

Sitting in cover, hearing the rain drumming overhead, you let your thoughts wander slightly. The rain isn’t showing any sign of letting up anytime soon. That will make it harder to catch any fish if it lasts until tomorrow, since it’s pretty hard to spear anything of you can’t see them swimming along. Maybe if you make a trap and bait it with the offal you’ve cut away, you should be able to catch something even if the weather turns foul later in your quest.

With those thoughts in mind, you step out and take a look around. Spotting some evergreens, those should make good enough ribs for the trap. You start shimmying up into the trees, stripping off thin slender branches, flexible enough to bend but strong enough to hold prey in place. It’s a bit hard going from the rain, but by the time the sun has fully set, you’ve gathered enough thin branches.

Working by firelight, you patiently weave together a funnel fish trap using the rods and shorter lengths of cordage. It’s a bit tedious, and you’ve cursed it for snags and mistakes made, but by the time you start feeling burnt out, you’ve got one trap ready to go. Grabbing about half the fish guts left over, you tie them up with the last bit of spare vine into a bundle and suspend in roughly halfway in the trap. You dip it in the water, making sure to tie it off to a larger stone with a long cord so it’s easier to find and doesn’t float away. With a yawn, you make you way to the shelter, stoking the fire so that it lasts through the night.

…

Tonight was another dreamless night. You awaken to rain still drumming over the shelter, and the fire nearly having gone out. You toss some more fuel on it and check your trap. It’s empty, but it looks like the bait is working as it is nibbled a bit. It should catch something by the time midday rolls around. Stretching and washing your face, you finish the berries with a slice of fish. There’s about two more meals left, three if you stretched it out. As well, you are starting to get low on firewood. There’s still enough for today, but it’s doubtful you’ll make it through the night if the rain doesn’t stop.

>Early morning on day six, still raining, and not showing signs of clearing yet. What do?

>Gather firewood to the west. The rain hasn’t set it deep enough, and you can probably get some of the deadfall dried out if you get a move on.
>Explore more to the east. You haven’t checked too far in this direction and may yet find new resources to take advantage of.
>Focus on improving tools and the camp. You can still see lots of things to work on, and there should be plenty of supplies to last through today.
>Write-in?

>>2526792
>>Focus on improving tools and the camp. You can still see lots of things to work on, and there should be plenty of supplies to last through toda

>>2526792
>>Gather firewood to the west. The rain hasn’t set it deep enough, and you can probably get some of the deadfall dried out if you get a move on.

>>2526792
>>Focus on improving tools and the camp. You can still see lots of things to work on, and there should be plenty of supplies to last through today.

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>>2526830
>>2526901
>>Focus on improving tools and the camp. You can still see lots of things to work on, and there should be plenty of supplies to last through today.

>>2526837
>>Gather firewood to the west. The rain hasn’t set it deep enough, and you can probably get some of the deadfall dried out if you get a move on.

Called! Looks like we're working on tools. Roll me some dice, and I'll write it up tomorrow since I've got a 7km river valley run in the morning, and sleep tends to be helpful in that regard.

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>2526914

>>2526939
I don't even want to roll now. That's fucking solid.

Quick update on start time from ye olde cellular device. Update will begin at 03:30 UTC, as family that I haven't seen in 3 months decided to pay a visit. Will be running late each day for at least 5 hours or until my traitorous brain decides sleep is required to sustain breathing.

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>Be filled with whiskey and bad ideas after a long, shitty day. Perfect time to run a quest!

>>Focus on improving tools and the camp. You can still see lots of things to work on, and there should be plenty of supplies to last through today.
>Best Dice roll is 5.
>Difficulty for tool-craft with pouring rain = 55. Result is GREAT SUCCESS!

Hearing the rain start bucketing down, you let out a huge yawn. The wood in the areas probably soaked, so there’s no point gathering it up just to burn more drying it out. As well, if you head down east, it likely will be some time before you find anything useful, and the last you need is to catch a cold and get a fever. Even if it broke without an issue, that could be as much as a week of your quest with you laid up weak as a kitten. That’s unacceptable if you wanted to return with a token made from Brun.

With these thoughts lingering in your mind, you decide to knuckle down and start knapping heads from the stones you found. This way, when the rain lets up, you can cut down those straight saplings to the west and have some good spears ready to go in the next two days. Grabbing the two drop shaped stones, you take them to the stream to wash the dirt off. Feeling your hair mat to your skull from the drenching rainfall, there’s a nice surprise for you. The two stones which looked like a bit of bluestone turned out to be a lump of chert and a chunk of feldspar. Heading back under cover and feeling the heat from the fire, you lay out the flat piece of trap rock beside your mat.

Taking the chert in hand, you crack it hard with the feldspar along the length of the stone. As you expected, it split nicely, forming a nice flake and the grain is running in the right direction. With a couple harder strikes on the opposite length, you have two flakes that can be sharp blades, handy for slitting game, or with a bit more work can make excellent weapon tips. It’s a bit more work forming the flint into a hand axe, but it takes the shape after an hour or so. By this point, the feldspar is a bit roughened up, and is starting to take a shape suitable for chiseling. It takes another two hours of grinding the edges on the trap rock with grit to get it with a nice bevel, but it’s polished enough that it should withstand some solid hits. With the handaxe finally shaped, you stop to go soak your hands in the stream, feeling the tension flow away with the cold water.

As you are over here already, you take a look at the trap. There’s a small pickerel stuck in the trap. Lifting it out of the water, you reach in and cut it’s throat before the thrashing damages the trap. With it finally going still, you reach in and pull it out, making sure not to damage the cone. You fill it in with the remaining guts and set it in the water, hoping to catch something else for tomorrow. As you knuckle down to flensing and de-boning it, thoughts about what to do next start to trickle in.

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>>2530531


>It’s currently midday, and still raining hard. You have gained one handaxe, one chisel, and two good sized flakes about four inches long by one inch wide and half an inch thick. What do?

>Track down a suitable length of wood for an axe handle. If you chisel and burn it out, you should have one good to go by tomorrow morning.
>Explore east of the clearing. There still is unknown territory this way, and that’s a problem.
>Use the handaxe and a piece of deadfall to split some of the bigger pieces of dead tree into firewood. Letting the fire go out is not a good thing.
>Write-in?

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>>2530533
>>Use the handaxe and a piece of deadfall to split some of the bigger pieces of dead tree into firewood. Letting the fire go out is not a good thing.

>>2530533
>>Use the handaxe and a piece of deadfall to split some of the bigger pieces of dead tree into firewood. Letting the fire go out is not a good thing.

>>2530533
>>Track down a suitable length of wood for an axe handle. If you chisel and burn it out, you should have one good to go by tomorrow morning.

>>2530726
>>2530732
>>Use the handaxe and a piece of deadfall to split some of the bigger pieces of dead tree into firewood. Letting the fire go out is not a good thing.

>>2530840
>>Track down a suitable length of wood for an axe handle. If you chisel and burn it out, you should have one good to go by tomorrow morning.

Called and writing. Familial units have returned to the flatlands, so staying up until 0 Dark thirty is now an option again this weekend.

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>>Use the handaxe and a piece of deadfall to split some of the bigger pieces of dead tree into firewood. Letting the fire go out is not a good thing.

As the flake goes through the pickerel’s flesh turning out the thin fishbones, you hear a loud hissing in the rain. Looking over the right shoulder, you swear out loud. The fire’s practically gone out again as the tree above has started letting water drip right onto the coals. Setting the fish down, you toss more wood onto the hungry flames and breathe new life into it. It takes a while before it’s finally hot enough to catch and stay lit. Turning back to the fish, you skewer it and wedge the stick between the trap rock and a few smaller stones.

Glaring at the fish, you spare a glance at the firewood under cover. There certainly isn’t going to be enough to last the night at this rate. When the fish is grilled, you withdraw the skewer and eat it right off the stick. Feeling the hot juices run down your chin, you decide to split up the bigger logs lying in the clearing. It wouldn’t take much effort if you start the cut with the handaxe, and drive it through the split with the last wrist thick branch of firewood you have left. This way, even if it is a bit soaked, they should still stay lit with how hot the heap of coals you have left in the small pit from cooking are.

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It’s been a rough six hours. You’ve stopped a few times for water and food, and about every seventh length you split has gone onto the fire, but there’s a sizable amount of firewood split and left near the camp. The last of the pike is eaten, and there’s a small handful of hazelnuts left under cover. On the third trip back, you threw a stone at a squirrel that was stuffing it’s cheeks with YOUR nuts. It ran up a tree and chattered back, throwing a couple pinecones in return. It came back on the eighth trip too, but you caught it behind the ear that time. It stopped, stunned, for a solid ten seconds before running off into the woods. It’s not going to be back anytime soon, hopefully. If it does, you’ll make sure to hit it a lot harder.

Some of the wood you gathered is a bit punky and won’t burn long, but most of it is fine. You’re especially happy to have found a nice length of green wood the thickness of your arm that makes a good hammer for striking with. It would have nicer to find it in the afternoon, instead of by tripping over it on the last trip back to the camp, but better late than never. As you stir the coals, you hear the sound of woodpeckers in the trees as the sun sinks near the horizon.
>It’s currently dusk, and the rain is starting to let up slightly. You estimate that you gathered enough fuel to last two and a half rainy days, or four clear ones. Those tree rats stole about half the food stores you had left, and the trap was still empty when you came back. What do?

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>>2534803


>Rig up a few snares with the short cordage and nuts for bait. Teach those critters a lesson.
>Burn a socket into the hammer stick to fit the handaxe. Saves having to track down a handle for later.
>Go to sleep a bit earlier tonight. You’re pretty tired from wood gathering, and you want to be on point for tomorrow morning.
>Write-in?

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>>2534810
>>Rig up a few snares with the short cordage and nuts for bait. Teach those critters a lesson.

hey OP, you want us to roll with our choice, or when the votes are locked, or only when you say?

>>2535101

See post >>2521869 for details. I prefer running them after the votes are locked to prevent votes getting rigged. They aren't always necessary, but are mainly called when taking risky or luck-dependent actions. I will provide notice ahead of time, and tell a vague idea of difficulty before asking for rolls. This way, anon's can decide for themselves if they want to roll the bones or stick to something a bit safer.

>>2534810
>>Track down a suitable length of wood for an axe handle.

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>>2535140
I remember reading that but thought it was from the last quest I was in, my bad

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>2535097
>>Rig up a few snares with the short cordage and nuts for bait. Teach those critters a lesson

>>2535151
>>Track down a suitable length of wood for an axe handle.

Going to do a coin flip to break the tie before heading to work. 1 for snares, 2 for handle.

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>Rig up a few snares with the short cordage and nuts for bait. Teach those critters a lesson.

Listening to the night birds start their trills and the sound of insects in the air, you look back at the dwindling food supply. If the rodents didn’t pillage the small stash of nuts you had hidden, tomorrow mornings breakfast would be more than ten hazelnuts. Fuming at this, a plan starts to come together. By twining together the last of the short cordage, it would be a simple task to form three snares.

After the loops are tied and tested, you take a small firebrand in hand and look for a suitable run to set them. It takes until after the sun has set and the waxing moon rises before you are satisfied with the locations you picked. Heading back to the camp, you take six nuts in hand, two for each snare. Burying them just below the surface and spreading a bit of leaves overtop, they should be just noticeable enough for those hungry critters to try digging them up. With a yawn, you head back to the camp. Setting enough wood to burn through the night, your almost asleep before you hit the mat.

…

The feeling of little feet over your face breaks you out from a lovely dream. Cursing, you jump up, sending the small fieldmouse flying. When it lands on it’s back, it goes running straight out of the tent into the trees. As you rub the sleep out of your eyes, you hear a faint squeaking that is cut short. At least something is eating this morning.

Checking the traps, there’s one crayfish that you grab before it can swim through the trap bars, and another mouse in the snares. At least they hadn’t did much damage to the bait before expiring. It’s a meager breakfast, but still better than nothing. Staring at the coals with the rain hissing overhead, you think about the first week. You’ve got a few means of catching food, even if they aren’t completely reliable. As well, there’s a small shelter to stay out of the rain with a mat to sleep on, and wood to keep the fire tended. A small handaxe, chisel, and two flakes range out the tools owned in addition to the knife, and rope given at the beginning. All in all, it’s looking possible now.

>It is early morning on the seventh day. The rain is still drizzling, but looks like it will break later today. Lot of wood and tinder are stored, but food is running low. What do?

>Go hunting for small game. The mud from the rain should help you track rabbits or grouse easier. (Medium difficulty and length of task, <55 Roll.)
>Make a handle for the axe and test it on some of the trees to the west. (Easy difficulty and medium length task, <75 Roll.)
>Forage for food to the east. It’s still early in the season, and the bushes shouldn’t be picked clean yet. (Easy difficulty and long task, <75 Roll. Chance of finding new resources in unexplored areas.)
>Write-in?

>>2542069
>>Forage for food to the east. It’s still early in the season, and the bushes shouldn’t be picked clean yet. (Easy difficulty and long task, <75 Roll. Chance of finding new resources in unexplored areas.)

>>2542069
>>Make a handle for the axe and test it on some of the trees to the west.

>>2542069
>Forage for food to the east. It’s still early in the season, and the bushes shouldn’t be picked clean yet. (Easy difficulty and long task, <75 Roll. Chance of finding new resources in unexplored areas.)

>>2542069
Make a handle for the axe and test it on some of the trees to the west.

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>>2543350
>>Forage for food to the east. It’s still early in the season, and the bushes shouldn’t be picked clean yet. (Easy difficulty and long task, <75 Roll. Chance of finding new resources in unexplored areas.)

>>2543311
>>2544739
>>Make a handle for the axe and test it on some of the trees to the west.

Alright since we have a tie, but both rolls are going to be the difficulty, I'm going to open up for rolls, and if it's still a tie by tomorrow evening, there will be a coinflip followed by a new thread.

Roll 3x 1d100's!

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>2546021

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>2546021

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>2546021

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Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>2546022
>>2546120
>>2546150

Bo3 roll is 21!
>Result is Great Success!

>>2542143
>>2543350
>>Forage for food to the east. It’s still early in the season, and the bushes shouldn’t be picked clean yet. (Easy difficulty and long task, <75 Roll. Chance of finding new resources in unexplored areas.)

>>2543311
>>2544739
>>Make a handle for the axe and test it on some of the trees to the west.

Coinflip is 1 for Forage, and 2 for Axe handle.

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>>2542069
>>2542069
>>2542069

New Thread!

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>>2548251

Fucking hell, wrong link. Being a dumb all up in here.

>>2548247
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