fish out of water


Hostel
Lancelyn Green
Middle Archenland


You stand in a spacious, dimly-lit room. It is quite plain, furnished almost solely with cots, and plenty of them at that. There are several people sleeping here, but it is rather dark to try discerning precisely who. Seems to be a comfortable enough place to sleep, by the steady breathing and occasional snores coming from the people resting on the cots.

There is a door to the north leading into the Anteroom.


Simetra looks into the hostel to see if the ill man is awake.

Lanisen is half-sitting up, staring around the hostel. He blinks at the woman in the doorway, then touches the glasses on his nose, completely, helplessly lost. “Um…”
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disposable


Across the River
Middle  Archenland


The spray rising up from the waters of the tributary obscures the far bank until one is actually standing upon its uneven ground. Great slabs of stone are scattered pell-mell along the rise leading to a vast, natural chamber enclosed by walls of rock. Jagged stalactites dangle in eerie formations from the far distant ceiling, and what scant illumination there is reflects up off the waters and casts shadows on the walls.

To cross back over the river here looks to be dangerous, to put it mildly. The skeletal wrecks of several small, wooden boats tossed on the shore serve as a grim warning. Up ahead, the path divides, both forks leading further downward.


Jana is sitting moodily beside Lanisen, notably not just next to him… this is probably due to the fact that he smells of vomit. She looks thoroughly displeased with the situation, rather like a cat that has just been dumped in a tub full of water.

Lanisen is curled on his side. He does indeed smell of vomit and other fouler things. His face is shiny with sweat and flushed. He appears to be asleep for the moment, a wet rag draped over his forehead.
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poorly


Across the River
Middle Archenland


The spray rising up from the waters of the tributary obscures the far bank until one is actually standing upon its uneven ground. Great slabs of stone are scattered pell-mell along the rise leading to a vast, natural chamber enclosed by walls of rock. Jagged stalactites dangle in eerie formations from the far distant ceiling, and what scant illumination there is reflects up off the waters and casts shadows on the walls.

To cross back over the river here looks to be dangerous, to put it mildly. The skeletal wrecks of several small, wooden boats tossed on the shore serve as a grim warning. Up ahead, the path divides, both forks leading further downward.


Lanisen is still fast asleep in the passageway. His face is shiny with sweat, and ashen except for two bright fever-spots. He doesn’t seem to realize he’s free to go.

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small mercies


Earthen Chamber
Middle  Archenland


At the end of a narrow corridor is a tiny room, formed entirely of earth. If not for the tangled network of roots holding the sides of the cavity together, it would likely have collapsed in on itself long ago. Adding to the sense of claustrophobia, standing upright here is nearly impossible. The gutted-out ends of candle stubs, along with the rotting strips of what may once have been blankets, testify that this shelter was at some point inhabited. Beneath you, the earth has been scraped out in a futile effort to make it seem less cramped. Even the air in this niche is stale, as if it has not been stirred for some time.


Lanisen is not visible from outside, unless someone actually goes to the trouble of looking into his prison. If someone did, they would see him curled up on the floor of the passageway, not asleep. And they would probably also notice how badly the chamber is beginning to smell.

Jana tosses a waterskin in at him.
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thirst


Earthen Chamber
Middle Archenland


At the end of a narrow corridor is a tiny room, formed entirely of earth. If not for the tangled network of roots holding the sides of the cavity together, it would likely have collapsed in on itself long ago. Adding to the sense of claustrophobia, standing upright here is nearly impossible. The gutted-out ends of candle stubs, along with the rotting strips of what may once have been blankets, testify that this shelter was at some point inhabited. Beneath you, the earth has been scraped out in a futile effort to make it seem less cramped. Even the air in this niche is stale, as if it has not been stirred for some time.


Jana is cobbling together one of the previously mocked chairs. She has dragged the wood away from the river so that she will not get as muddy… not that it would make much difference at this point.

Lanisen dozes uneasily in his now-usual spot half in the air-gap. He looks slightly worse-off than yesterday, and apparently is having just as much luck sleeping. He sits up and rubs his forehead, then picks up the mostly-full waterskin before peering out at Jana. “I can’t drink this…”
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foul water


Earthen Chamber
Middle Archenland


At the end of a narrow corridor is a tiny room, formed entirely of earth. If not for the tangled network of roots holding the sides of the cavity together, it would likely have collapsed in on itself long ago. Adding to the sense of claustrophobia, standing upright here is nearly impossible. The gutted-out ends of candle stubs, along with the rotting strips of what may once have been blankets, testify that this shelter was at some point inhabited. Beneath you, the earth has been scraped out in a futile effort to make it seem less cramped. Even the air in this niche is stale, as if it has not been stirred for some time.


Lanisen has raised the floor and ceiling of the passageway enough to be able to rest his head next to the air-gap and breath fresher air. His face is semi-visible in the hole, grubby and sweaty, with greasy strands of hair hanging down over his eyes, and asleep. His expression is tense and almost pained, as if he’s having trouble getting all the way asleep.

Jana walks in from the storeroom and scowls on sight of him. She moves over to her workbench and attempts to be quiet so she won’t wake him.
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hypotheticals


Earthen Chamber
Middle Archenland


At the end of a narrow corridor is a tiny room, formed entirely of earth. If not for the tangled network of roots holding the sides of the cavity together, it would likely have collapsed in on itself long ago. Adding to the sense of claustrophobia, standing upright here is nearly impossible. The gutted-out ends of candle stubs, along with the rotting strips of what may once have been blankets, testify that this shelter was at some point inhabited. Beneath you, the earth has been scraped out in a futile effort to make it seem less cramped. Even the air in this niche is stale, as if it has not been stirred for some time.


Jana shoots a piece of fruit through the air-gap.

Lanisen startles, apparently sleeping and not expecting to get pelted with random pieces of fruit. He hunts in the passageway for whatever hit him, disoriented.

Jana sinks down to the ground outside the barricade where he can’t see her and surveys herself in her handmirror.
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interred


Across the River
Middle Archenland


The spray rising up from the waters of the tributary obscures the far bank until one is actually standing upon its uneven ground. Great slabs of stone are scattered pell-mell along the rise leading to a vast, natural chamber enclosed by walls of rock. Jagged stalactites dangle in eerie formations from the far distant ceiling, and what scant illumination there is reflects up off the waters and casts shadows on the walls.

To cross back over the river here looks to be dangerous, to put it mildly. The skeletal wrecks of several small, wooden boats tossed on the shore serve as a grim warning. Up ahead, the path divides, both forks leading further downward.


Myrd is throwing stones into the river, for no apparent reason. It’s obvious by looking at him that his mood this morning is particularly foul. He’s radiating clear danger signals.

Lanisen crosses the river in a particularly unstable-looking boat, looking like it was patched together with chunks of other crashed vessels. By the time he reaches the hide-out shore, it is past his ankles in water. He wastes no time in hopping out and dragging the unfortunate craft to shore to dry, eyeing it regretfully.
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second encounter


In the Archenland Forest
Middle Archenland


A mountain forest surrounds you on every side.  Gazing over the trees to the north and south, you see the snowcaps rising, though you can still continue a bit further before the foothills impede your progress.  The wide valley you stand in runs east and west between them, a gently rolling, hilly place, covered mostly with grass and the rare flower.


Lanisen is very obviously not hunting at the moment, instead scuffing through the vegetation in search of berries, fresney, edible roots, fruit, what-have-you. He kneels by a rather pathetic-looking mulberry shrub and begins picking. Most of the berries don’t make it into his bag.

Colin moves down through the branches of the tree above, oblivious to the presence of ‘Cal’ down below. The branches creak and let loose leaves and bark. A pear drops down right on Cal’s head, then Colin appears above and grabs the lowest branch to swing down. His body drops and he dangles right in front of Cal, blinking in surprise as he forgets to let go of the branch.
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domesticity


Across the River
Middle Archenland


The spray rising up from the waters of the tributary obscures the far bank until one is actually standing upon its uneven ground. Great slabs of stone are scattered pell-mell along the rise leading to a vast, natural chamber enclosed by walls of rock. Jagged stalactites dangle in eerie formations from the far distant ceiling, and what scant illumination there is reflects up off the waters and casts shadows on the walls.

To cross back over the river here looks to be dangerous, to put it mildly. The skeletal wrecks of several small, wooden boats tossed on the shore serve as a grim warning. Up ahead, the path divides, both forks leading further downward.


Jana sits on a makeshift bench, eyeing a skirt critically, sewing things spread out beside her.

Lanisen scrambles up and over the uneven rocks farther upstream, attempting to entertain himself. He stands up as far as he is able on a particularly high slab of rock and reaches up to a stalactite, just managing to brush it with his fingertips. He sways, nearly loses his balance, and tries again, this time managing to break the thing off and catch it.
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