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//Bump?

The darker green can be grassy dirt, while the lighter green can be dungeon brick?

Well, yeah, that should work.

Most of the design is, as you can see, clay and hellstone bricks, I better start farming

Just don't kill Amon D:!

And sent. Speed delivery hell yah :V

Blaming coffee. Blaaamiiing coffeeeee so haaaard V:

This also means we're 3/4 done with this round :3

Are you sure there's no buildings in the way? Open floodgates, maybe some floor problems, traps?

As for Karel, she decided to idle for a while and rest.

Take the planks to the camp.

Help take the planks to the camp

Vittori, with Harald's help, managed to get all the planks the cook made into the camp, putting them in a pile near the wagon.

Lorbam returns for a quick bite, leaving the animals to get used to the new item in the forest; on the camp, she can probably help in setting up a workbench or something

Quote from: Ultimuh on September 10, 2012, 02:31:44 am

Gustave gives up the idea of building shelters until they get better materials.
Instead, he decides to help around the camp wherever needed.

Same goes for Sieghart

[roll: 2, +1 team]

After Lorbam had a nibble of the salted food, together, the three migrants managed to assemble a crude, uneven workbench in less than an hour. Two planks and several nails were used for this.

Skolt picks one up and tries to get off the field as soon as possible. Something's not just right about it.

Skolt grabs the rusty axe. He can still see some dried blood on the edge, mixed with rust, but the handle is fortunately still intact, not really eaten away by the rot.

Then, as he was making his way toward the road, he felt tired and weaker with each step.

When he got to the road, he was basically crawling with a speed of overly excited turtle. The whispers and hissing weren't carried by the wind anymore - they were going on straight in his head.

He could also hear some horses, and someone talking, and then he heard 'Hey, lad, are you allright?', but his eyes and ears also felt weak and he couldn't be sure if he isn't just imaginating things.

The sun is high in the sky, almost at zenith. Grey clouds linger at the eastern sky and seemingly are going toward the fields. It is late morning.

//Guys, please refrain yourselves from 'helping around the camp' unless really needed, soon all of you will be 'helping' and what I'm supposed to do then?

This!

I was getting all happy and excited, because I scrolled, and scrolled, and scrolled, and new things still came up into view.

It's interesting both ways!