Fear. Eight days and nights, yet still the coming of the moon meant a bone chilling fear. The moans of the undead and the rattle of the skeleton archers. Gage lay on the cool, hard ground, clutching his hands over his ears and grinding his teeth. 'I hate this....God just let it stop please!' He had no weapon except for a thick club he had fashioned from a stick, and still, with the weapon laying next to him, there was little comfort. There was nothing to do but to wait out the night. Even with the spiders left crawling around, the sun meant that there was peace under its rays. Quietly, with the face of his younger sister in his mind, Gage drifted off to sleep.
Name: ??? ??? Refered to as "Elly", though.
Alignment: Not sure yet, but she will decide eventually.
Job: Ex-Theif, working on becoming a scout.
Tools: None, yet, that is.
Weapons and Armor: None yet.
Other: She is extremely agile, and quick on her feet.
RP experience: Numerous roleplaying forums, a lot of mmos.
((Hey, can we try staying together here? I know I'm complaining a lot...but what's an RP if no one points out mistakes? All of our stories should be happening in the meantime, meaning one shouldn't skip a week ahead while someone else goes through one night. Also, we need to use more punctuation! It makes it hard for me to understand when you dont add a single period. Sorry for bitching.))
Lannaeus wondered how he would possibly break down these trees if he had no tools. Walking across the shorline, he gathered a few sticks and stones. After two frustrating hours, he managed to make a crude axe with a wood handle and a stone blade.
He walked over to a tree. With one hard WHACK, the axe fell apart in his hands. He pounded his fist in frustration on the tree bark, and to his luck, it cracked.
Lannaeus stood up, staring at his fist. It hardly hurt. How is this possible? He tried punching it a couple more times.
Within a couple hours, Lannaeus cleared 3 trees with just his fist. It was scratched on every knuckle and bleeding at some parts. It was worth the work and pain.
Strangely, a herd of about four pigs started oinking from behind Lannaeus, as if out of nowhere. He turned around and immediately knew what to do. Lannaeus picked up a sharp stone and charged, killing two of them as the others retreated into the woods near the beach. With this much pork, he could last the night.
((Sorry for taking a bit of your story, Gage, forgive me. I won't be making square planks and a workbench and a wooden hut though. That would be copying your story WAY too much.))
[quote=Leonaut][b]((Please, monkey, no "funny recipes". I don't see the point of it. And shattering a skull with your fist in one hit, being hit in the foot by an arrow with no reaction at all...that's godmodding.))im sorry but i was just about to post again and make a reaction and why not funny recipes im shure people willl sig them please let them stay
Lannaeus soon chopped down the trunks with the sharp stone he used to murder his soon-to-be dinner, and smoothed the large sticks of wood into fair planks.
Just when he was about to craft a flat table for building tools, Lannaeus heard a howl of pain.
"Who the-" Lannaeus said.
He looked in the direction of the scream and saw an island not too far from the shore, but not a swimmable distance either. A small child was lying on the sand on a tiny mound rising above the water.
Lannaeus rushed to the water, waded in, and was soon swimming as fast as he could towards the kid.