Nuudotkhyat
1F | 3M
Next visit with Ancestors: ?
Food: 0 Servings (2 more)
1F | 3M
Next visit with Ancestors: ?
Food: 0 Servings (2 more)
xxxxOne of the less pleasant duties of being leader involved being responsible for reading the weather correctly sufficiently early that there was time to plan for it if something went wrong. It wasn’t that itself that was unpleasant, but that he was the first one to know of any troublesome weather conditions, and therefore he had no warning.
xxxxAlthough far further down south it was near the height of summer, here was a seemingly different story.
xxxxNitin slowly brushed his arms past the dark brown fur layers of their tent. With only four village members, the extra weight of a second tent simply wasn’t worthwhile, and there was just enough space on the floor for their belongings and for Pema and Gyatso to sleep separately from the two grown men, as she had asked.
xxxxWhen Nitin had entered the tent the previous night, he had just put out the fire, such that the air following him had still been warm to the small areas of exposed skin he had.
xxxxNow he felt his breath freeze as his nose stuck out the entrance.
xxxxNitin whipped back inside for a moment, grabbed a hood, and turned his attention back to the outside.
xxxxThe wind was furious. Its raw strength had flattened all the natural undulations of the earth, such that he was sure it was many days’ journey to get to the tiny rock spires that were barely as large in his vision as an ant’s head, which he knew to rival those where his village had once been. It screamed in his ears, yelling battlecries of the cities it had levelled with the water that followed it inland in the southern heat, seeking to tell all the world that it could not be defeated. It had laid snow – deep enough to just reach Nitin’s thighs, and that was just the snow that hadn’t hardened over the past day and so was above the base of the tent – across everything, so that, bar from the few patches of scruffy trees (themselves cowering against the might of the wind and the blizzards it brought) everything he saw was the same blinding, glaring white.
xxxxNitin pulled his wooden snow visors from the pouch at his waist. They were carefully carved, originally a rectangle, but now shaped to exactly fit his eyes when his face relaxed, a leather cord attached at either side to hold it in place against his head, and a horizontal slit so fine that it was almost invisible, unless you were wearing the eyewear, in the middle. Indeed, horizontal was exactly what was needed. In this whiteness, any object of interest would be visible from its outline on the horizon, with nothing to hide behind without a good deal of patience.
xxxxFortunately, Nitin had bundled up warmly before he had taken his first step in the snow to test the feel of it.
xxxxHis leg sunk straight into it. The snow around the tent was slightly deeper than the snow elsewhere, because of the snow rolling off the roof in the night, but luckily they had angled the entrance in the tent’s lee from the wind, where it couldn’t quite reach. Nitin dreaded to think how cold it was outside the lee.
xxxxHe didn’t have much choice, though. Someone had to do it. Nitin had to force himself to step out fully, revealing the tiny exposed sections of his face around his nose, between his eyewear and where the fur parts of his hood hugged his eyebrows, and the very tops of his cheekbones poked out from the furs.
xxxxThey wouldn’t be able to get very far if they had to struggle so much to get their feet to move forward to their next steps. But Nitin had an idea. Increasing the surface area of his feet somehow would surely help them make progress. And there were trees within a close enough distance that he could reach them before long, and he had a few stone tools on him that would well suit the job of using them. There were a decent number of tendons for string within their tent, stored together – Pema had been minding them as she was most likely to need them at short notice – which together with the sticks and wood he was about to look for would surely provide some help.
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xxxxGyatso removed the snowshoes that he had made from his feet, pulling the string that Pema had indicated earlier. If he was honest, Pema and Melor had made them during their attempts to make sure he’d understood Nitin’s idea too. It was pretty patronising, really, and he’d tried to do it himself, and his knots had been fine, whatever they had said. Okay, he’d put the string in exactly the same places they had, seriously.
xxxxAnd they’d kept telling him off for putting things back to how they were meant to be.
xxxxAt least they hadn’t told him that his method of storing them out of the way between wearing them was wrong yet, which was certainly a relief.
xxxxHe looked out across the landscape that had got him so excited. They were barely ten metres from the start of it – a huge area of ice, clearly braided streams, spanning for kilometres over the landscape.
xxxxGyatso practically flew down the slope towards the ice, and skidded forward across the ice, going almost impossibly far forward, so that Pema ran out to the bank after him, her snowshoes still on, somehow. She stopped just before the first touched the surface, realizing the risk of stepping forward.
xxxxGyatso came to a dead stop at what would have been the confluence between two braids. He took a few steps tentatively towards a nearby island in the ice.
xxxx"I was planning for us to cross this where it was a bit easier. We’re not going to be able to get enough force on him to physically stop him doing that and judging by this morning, he’s not in the mood to listen to reason. Are all elf children like this?”
xxxx"I believe that all those who have not yet had their childhoods and yet have enough thought to say “no” are like this.”
xxxx"I could try to get him back.” Melor offered.
xxxx"No, don’t worry. It’s not going to be dangerous to cross here. It’s cold enough that I’m sure the ice will hold all our weights. If we had more with us, or more of us, I’d say otherwise.”
[Melor looks for nomads]
[Nitin gathers food]
[Gyatso tries being a hunter with Pema]
[Nitin gathers food]
[Gyatso tries being a hunter with Pema]
- Head Chief:
Nitin | 36 | Male
↪ A3 / 106 / HC / LBlue / H. sapiens
Shaman:
Name | Age | Gender
Lvl 0 █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █
↪ n/a/n
War Chief:
Name | Age | Gender |
↪ n/a/n
Warriors: (1)
Melor | 28 | Male
↪ A6 / 76 / S / Brown / H. Denisova
Name | Age | Gender |
↪ n/a/n
Scout Chief:
Name | Age | Gender |
↪ n/a/n
Scouts: (0)
Name | Age | Gender |
↪ n/a/n
Hunting Chief:
Name | Age | Gender |
↪ n/a/n
Hunters: (1)
Pema | 24 | Female
↪ B3 / 48 / HC / Brown / Dryadaris (Elf)
Name | Age | Gender |
↪ n/a/n
Gatherers: (0)
Name | Age | Gender |
↪ n/a/n
Apprentices: (0)
Name | Age | Gender |
↪ n/a/n
Testers: (1)
Gyatso | 10 | Male
↪ A1 / 52 / HC / Grey / Dryadaris (Elf)
Name | Age | Gender |
↪ n/a/n
Mothers: (0)
Name | Age | Gender |
↪ n/a/n
Children: (0)
Name | Age | Gender |
↪ n/a/n
Elders: (0)
Name | Age | Gender |
↪ n/a/n
- Ally Villages:
Village Name | Username
Enemy Villages:
Village Name | Username
Border Overlaps:
Black Rock Weyr | Simonpet
Cyranne | Arya22
Mournstead | Katrione
Redmire Hold | Phina D Wolf
Food Storage:
Caribou (l) | 0 | x3
Boar (m) | 0 | x2
Blue Sheep (m) | 0 | x2
Water Fowl (m) | 1 | x2
Potato (m) | 4 | x2
Fungi (s) | 0 | x1
Beans (Edamame) (s) | 0 | x1
Chalta (l) | 0 | x3
Persimmon (m) | 0 | x2
Nuts (s) | 0 | x1
Total | 10 | ? Years
Items:
Item Name | Equipped? | BBD
Pets:
Name | Breed | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Mentors:
Mentor | Apprentice | Vocation | No. of sessions |
↪ learned
Deceased:
Name | Cause of Death
Family:
★ Unknown and Unknown ★
Unknown, Pema, Unknown, and Gyatso
★ Name and Name ★
Kids
