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by Eris » Mon Dec 09, 2013 5:01 pm
Olaf falls asleep quickly and sleeps deeply not remembering any dreams he might have, but as the sun approaches its apex he opens his eyes with a grunt and sits up. His mouth is dry and his stomach is growling and both his head and the burns on his body ache.
The tall thin warrior looks around the makeshift camp and stretches his arms up over his head and opens his mouth in a mighty yawn. Slowly he stands and stretches again, shakes his arms and legs to get the stiffness out.
Olaf nods to anyone already awake and whispers, "Good morning."
Next he bends over and starts going through what little he has in the way of supplies and equipment. He has lost his shield and chain mail, but he still has his sword and his pack. He had a bow and quiver of arrows, that he never used inside the Abbey, did they make it past the acid of the Ooze?
Olaf goes through his pack, has be by any chance a trail ration or two tucked away in there?
His water skin is empty, but he hears the sounds of a nearby brook and soon has it filled and his thirst quenched. His sharp eyes spy the silvery flashes in the stream...fish. Maybe he could catch one, if he had a hook, and some bait. Bait he should be able to find by turning over a rock or two near the stream and digging around in the soft damp dirt for wigglers. A hook, though...who has a hook and some line?
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Manfreid the Fighter (MV 9", AC 3/5, HD 1+2, hp 10/10, FC Man+1, N) silver mail+helm, sword+shield[/f]