(027) Some Country Air
Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2011 11:16 am
waysoftheearth wrote:
Ulric removes his boots and socks and hitches up his filthy robe around his belt, exposing skinny white legs.
Then he carefully wades into the shallows to pick up his catch. The water is as near to frigid as to not matter, causing Ulric to catch his breath at ankle depth and gasp and knee depth.
When he pulls the first 6 inch fish from the water, it immediately wakes and struggles violently (1d6=1) and Ulric looses grasp of the slippery sucker. It plunges back into the pool and swims away.
He very quickly realises that he could not hold onto more than a couple of them at a time even if they were still, so Ulric attempts to fling each sleeping fish ashore before it awakes, planning to collect them all after. This is a tricky proposition, with some of the fish already drifting out toward the stream on the current.
(12d6=6, 4, 1, 5, 5, 2, 1, 5, 2, 5, 1, 3)
In all he manages to get of the fish ashore, by which time his knees are blue and his feet are aching with severe cold. He is extremely happy to get out of the water and to rub some life into his frozen feet.
Then he collects his half dozen fish, most of them between 6 and 9in long -- a mere snack -- and returns triumphant to the others.
Almost an hour has passed since he left them.
Ulric removes his boots and socks and hitches up his filthy robe around his belt, exposing skinny white legs.
Then he carefully wades into the shallows to pick up his catch. The water is as near to frigid as to not matter, causing Ulric to catch his breath at ankle depth and gasp and knee depth.
When he pulls the first 6 inch fish from the water, it immediately wakes and struggles violently (1d6=1) and Ulric looses grasp of the slippery sucker. It plunges back into the pool and swims away.
He very quickly realises that he could not hold onto more than a couple of them at a time even if they were still, so Ulric attempts to fling each sleeping fish ashore before it awakes, planning to collect them all after. This is a tricky proposition, with some of the fish already drifting out toward the stream on the current.
(12d6=6, 4, 1, 5, 5, 2, 1, 5, 2, 5, 1, 3)
In all he manages to get of the fish ashore, by which time his knees are blue and his feet are aching with severe cold. He is extremely happy to get out of the water and to rub some life into his frozen feet.
Then he collects his half dozen fish, most of them between 6 and 9in long -- a mere snack -- and returns triumphant to the others.
Almost an hour has passed since he left them.