[The landing was rough to say the least, fortunately he was capable breaking out of it himself. Not quite as fortunately, that landing was not particularly kind to one whose casual attire consisted of plate-mail armor. One of his shoulder guards had been torn loose, and the edge cutting into his neck and shoulder. His ankle wasn't fairing much better, but he could work through that.
He left most of his supplies behind, he needed to travel lightly if he hoped to reach others in good time. He could have someone retrieve them while he was tended to.
That was the plan anyway, it probably would have gone better if he hadn't attacked the first soul he met out of reflex. It had only been a knock back spell and stun, but still bad form for one who needed help. He made his way towards his accidental victim and offered them a hand up.]
My apologies, you caught me by surprise.
[Shemlen herding Organizing Camps]
[Abelas paced before a small group of strangers he had managed to herd together. So many seemed to be running about aimlessly, they least he could do was give them direction and hope to organize them. Though they certainly were a sorry looking bunch.]
We are going to need to fortify the camp. We know not whose territory we may have fallen in, nor do we know the beasts that could wander the area. We also need to form a scouting party to map the area, and designate places of interest. We will require a water source and potential places to move camp if necessary.
Those less suitable for scouting should aide in gathering resources. Wood and kindling shall be the simplest until we acquire a water source.
[He looks over the group once more, his eyes narrow slightly.]
Normally I would not care to say this, but you are not a group that inspires great hope: If you are not certain what it is, do not try to eat it. Our healers do not need to deal with buffoons poisoning themselves on top of the injuries from the evacuation.
[He waves his hand to dismiss the group.]
If you have any inquiries, I shall only remain here long enough to prepare the scouting groups.
[Scouting and hunting]
[Abelas flitted in and out of sight of the rest of the group venturing ahead then circling back to guide the one he was travelling with around obstacles. It also served to cut off any attempt at small talk before it began. Unfortunately for him things could not avoid his company forever, and there came a point when having back up would be handy.]
I discovered tracks of what appears to be a large aquatic beast, such would imply a nearby source of water, and potentially food. You will accompany me and watch for predators, they are just as likely to seek the resources as us.
[Night]
[Once it grows too dark to continue his efforts scouting and gathering resources, he sets himself up a small camp on the outskirts of the settlement. A point that was left open, and lacked any sort of fortification, he saw fit to act as a makeshift guard. He could forgo sleep for a few nights until he could set up a rotation.
He still remained in most of his armor, aside from a few pieces damaged from the landing. He was currently attempting the reshape one of his greaves with a flame he had conjured in his hand, when he heard someone approach. HE doesn't even bother looking up as he addressed them.]
Abelas || Fourth wave
[The landing was rough to say the least, fortunately he was capable breaking out of it himself. Not quite as fortunately, that landing was not particularly kind to one whose casual attire consisted of plate-mail armor. One of his shoulder guards had been torn loose, and the edge cutting into his neck and shoulder. His ankle wasn't fairing much better, but he could work through that.
He left most of his supplies behind, he needed to travel lightly if he hoped to reach others in good time. He could have someone retrieve them while he was tended to.
That was the plan anyway, it probably would have gone better if he hadn't attacked the first soul he met out of reflex. It had only been a knock back spell and stun, but still bad form for one who needed help. He made his way towards his accidental victim and offered them a hand up.]
My apologies, you caught me by surprise.
[
Shemlen herdingOrganizing Camps][Abelas paced before a small group of strangers he had managed to herd together. So many seemed to be running about aimlessly, they least he could do was give them direction and hope to organize them. Though they certainly were a sorry looking bunch.]
We are going to need to fortify the camp. We know not whose territory we may have fallen in, nor do we know the beasts that could wander the area. We also need to form a scouting party to map the area, and designate places of interest. We will require a water source and potential places to move camp if necessary.
Those less suitable for scouting should aide in gathering resources. Wood and kindling shall be the simplest until we acquire a water source.
[He looks over the group once more, his eyes narrow slightly.]
Normally I would not care to say this, but you are not a group that inspires great hope: If you are not certain what it is, do not try to eat it. Our healers do not need to deal with buffoons poisoning themselves on top of the injuries from the evacuation.
[He waves his hand to dismiss the group.]
If you have any inquiries, I shall only remain here long enough to prepare the scouting groups.
[Scouting and hunting]
[Abelas flitted in and out of sight of the rest of the group venturing ahead then circling back to guide the one he was travelling with around obstacles. It also served to cut off any attempt at small talk before it began. Unfortunately for him things could not avoid his company forever, and there came a point when having back up would be handy.]
I discovered tracks of what appears to be a large aquatic beast, such would imply a nearby source of water, and potentially food. You will accompany me and watch for predators, they are just as likely to seek the resources as us.
[Night]
[Once it grows too dark to continue his efforts scouting and gathering resources, he sets himself up a small camp on the outskirts of the settlement. A point that was left open, and lacked any sort of fortification, he saw fit to act as a makeshift guard. He could forgo sleep for a few nights until he could set up a rotation.
He still remained in most of his armor, aside from a few pieces damaged from the landing. He was currently attempting the reshape one of his greaves with a flame he had conjured in his hand, when he heard someone approach. HE doesn't even bother looking up as he addressed them.]
What is it you want?