1 A place to call home..[priv/solo] Thu Oct 13, 2016 9:43 am
Tarayua
D-rank
Fortunatley, he had not lost the light. Tarayua now sat staring intently at his map of the surrounding Islands of Mizu no Kuni, on his small fishing boat he had commandeered from the travelling merchants caravan he had traveled with for most of his life, and back up again at the approaching island coming into view. It was just about noon now, and fortune had been favoring him with pleasant weather, the sun shined bright and according to the map Tarayua had received the island dead ahead of his location was uncharted & unmapped.
Uncharted doesn't necessarily mean uninhabited, it's about noon now and the island isn't overly large but still. With only one man completely scouting the entire island I'm bound to eat up a good portion of my daylight, leaving me hardly no time at all to forage for more supplies and finding shelter before nightfall
With nowhere to harbor he simply had to beach the fishing ship in a small cove on the Island that was blocked on virtually all sides by Mountainous terrain and would give him the advantage of concealing presence and drawing unwanted attention to the Island he intended to call home.
He spent the next five hours traveling it and exploring it for any possible signs of human life, and he found none. Only beautiful views and thick forestry nestled up next to a large mountainous region near the west side of the Island. He made sure to draw up a cartographic representation of it down to the smallest detail for later consultation, all accomplished while searching for other signs of life.
Though now the sun was beginning to slowly descend, and he needed a place to sleep if nothing else if he could not forage. He could survive off the rations he still had for the night, but that would make hunting tomorrow imperative.
I can hunt in the morning, but one thing is for sure, fortune can only favor me for so long and I can feel the moisture in the air around me starting to rise. I must find shelter, and all the better if it can be something permanant
Quickly, Tarayua consulted back to the map he had created of the island and tried to recall some of the locations that looked promising. There were many coves and majestic waterfalls throughout, even some hot springs near the center of the mountain, many small caves throughout the entirety of the island, but he needed to decide where to start. Then a certain spot nestled in a cove near the base of the mountains, surrounded by cliffs and waterfalls, drifted into his head.
He remembered there being the looks of a small cave mouth hidden behind the flowing water of the waterfall, but in a crunch for time he hadn't fully investigated it. Now the answer was staring him in the face, he knew there had to be something there, he watched as the waterfall crashed down that some of the water was actually travelling backwards towards the cliffside rather than flowing down stream.
With sunset upon him he rushed forward towards the center of the Island, and hopefully his new home.
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Uncharted doesn't necessarily mean uninhabited, it's about noon now and the island isn't overly large but still. With only one man completely scouting the entire island I'm bound to eat up a good portion of my daylight, leaving me hardly no time at all to forage for more supplies and finding shelter before nightfall
With nowhere to harbor he simply had to beach the fishing ship in a small cove on the Island that was blocked on virtually all sides by Mountainous terrain and would give him the advantage of concealing presence and drawing unwanted attention to the Island he intended to call home.
He spent the next five hours traveling it and exploring it for any possible signs of human life, and he found none. Only beautiful views and thick forestry nestled up next to a large mountainous region near the west side of the Island. He made sure to draw up a cartographic representation of it down to the smallest detail for later consultation, all accomplished while searching for other signs of life.
Though now the sun was beginning to slowly descend, and he needed a place to sleep if nothing else if he could not forage. He could survive off the rations he still had for the night, but that would make hunting tomorrow imperative.
I can hunt in the morning, but one thing is for sure, fortune can only favor me for so long and I can feel the moisture in the air around me starting to rise. I must find shelter, and all the better if it can be something permanant
Quickly, Tarayua consulted back to the map he had created of the island and tried to recall some of the locations that looked promising. There were many coves and majestic waterfalls throughout, even some hot springs near the center of the mountain, many small caves throughout the entirety of the island, but he needed to decide where to start. Then a certain spot nestled in a cove near the base of the mountains, surrounded by cliffs and waterfalls, drifted into his head.
He remembered there being the looks of a small cave mouth hidden behind the flowing water of the waterfall, but in a crunch for time he hadn't fully investigated it. Now the answer was staring him in the face, he knew there had to be something there, he watched as the waterfall crashed down that some of the water was actually travelling backwards towards the cliffside rather than flowing down stream.
With sunset upon him he rushed forward towards the center of the Island, and hopefully his new home.
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