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Post by Torniel on Feb 27, 2015 4:41:49 GMT
Torniel growls her approval and takes off into the trees, picking up her pace and scouting for the small simple signs that will lead her to an appropriate kill. Before long, she sights in on a young hog, waiting for the ideal moment, the wild-haired woman swoops in and snaps the pig's neck. Panting slightly, she slowly tracks her way back to the campsite that Young has created for them. Tossing the hog off of her shoulder she sits down and begins licking at the back of her hands.
"So why take it upon yourself to issue me a penance?" She continues lightly grooming herself as she speaks, "I did nothing to wrong you personally."
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Post by kreamatizer on Feb 27, 2015 5:43:50 GMT
Youngdead doesn't look up from his stick sharpening, but when he hears the thud of the pig hitting the ground in the camp he says, "Good kill. We'll feast tonight." Avoiding directly responding to her question he points to the cookware set out by the fire, "I have the fire prepared for you and any cooking implements are in the pot over there." He stretches and yawns slightly, then plants the stick in the ground next to three others like it. Picking up a fifth stick he begins carving it as well, "I may have some spices left over, didn't know what to expect so I left them in the pack. Side pouch."
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Post by Torniel on Feb 27, 2015 15:57:28 GMT
Torniel bristles at the insult of having her question go unanswered, but sets about skinning the pig and properly gutting it so as not to add any unwanted wastes to the food. Upon removing the liver and heart, she sets them aside on a piece of skin pulled from the back of the hog. With a few quick and practiced motions she sets about with slicing the hog-meat into bite sized strips and spears them burying the other end in the ground so that the meat settles over the fire to cook. After preparing as much of the meat as she can this way, she digs through the pack, looking for salt. With some found, she begins heavily salting about half of the meat while it cooks. As the smell of roasting hog begins to fill the thicket, Torniel spears the liver over the fire and audibly growls making clear eye-contact with the giant, claiming it as hers before she settles down and begins ripping into the uncooked heart.
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Post by kreamatizer on Feb 27, 2015 16:21:06 GMT
Youngdead nods approvingly as the young elf butchers the hog. He provides a few more spears for the meat but otherwise offer no assistance. The aroma of the freshly caught beast roasting over the fire is invigorating. He makes no motion to take the heart or liver, though he does find Torniel's feral tendencies quite humourous. He grabs a choice cut of meat cooking above the fire and digs in, "Mmuf ith," he chews a bit more to be better understood, "very well done. Good work Nell. You've certainly repaid your debt." He pulls the loaf she had surrendered earlier and hands it to her. He sits back on the log he had occupied before and takes a moment to collect his thoughts, "I've greatly enjoyed your company," he begins, "Should you so choose, I plan to leave for a tournament of sorts tomorrow and perhaps visit some old friends along the way. I offer no payment this time, but I can see that we have mutually beneficial skill sets." As he finishes he tears off a piece of his own loaf and makes a fist-sized sandwich which he quickly devours.
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Post by Torniel on Feb 27, 2015 16:51:29 GMT
Torniel looks the giant in the eyes with strangely feral intensity as he speaks. After hearing his words, and finishing off the heart, she cleans the blood from her face and paces back to the fire to collect the liver cooking there, taking the whole spit from the edge of the fire, she returns to her seat on the ground and begins to take small savory bites of the organ.
"Which direction are you headed."
The question comes out sounding more like a statement of intent than a request for information.
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Post by kreamatizer on Feb 28, 2015 5:19:09 GMT
I have no idea what the geography is like... so uhhh.... Youngdead points deliberately over his shoulder with a meaty thumb, " That way, shouldn't be more than a week's journey til we hit a port or caravan we can make use of. Can't think of a reason I'd need to head back to that town again," He says, nodding in the direction of the village. The collection of empty, meat-stained spears beside him had grown quite substantially. He pat his belly as he continued, "So?" letting the question linger.
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Post by Torniel on Mar 1, 2015 23:11:23 GMT
Neither do I. Tarry not! Avast! We shall be headed..... That way! The youngling elf leans back against a tree and turns her head as if listening to someone talking behind her for a few moments before facing front again. "I cannot see harm in travelling with you for a ways. Though I have no certain place in mind, I may be forced to leave you very suddenly. If I do, do not take it as a personal slight. I have superiors who would see me used."Torniel settles back forward and takes another bite of the liver, coupling it with a bite of bread and taking a sip from her wineskin.
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Post by kreamatizer on Mar 3, 2015 17:47:56 GMT
I've lost steam, the problem has been resolved. If you want to introduce a new one feel free. " Used? How so?" Youngdead asks, seeming concerned. His posture doesn't change, he still lounges on a makeshift chair made of logs.
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Post by Torniel on Mar 3, 2015 23:42:47 GMT
I feel you on that. I'm just going to let it hang on the action. If someone else jumps in to make it interesting, I'll be happy to play along, but I'm deflated on this thread. I feel like this is sufficient for a back-log of 'getting to know you'. Torniel shrugs off the question and takes another bite of liver and spice-bread before answering slowly. "I won't say much on the matter, but we have goals, and we frequently find ourselves stretched thin and have little resources. Of course, our Mother provides for our needs, but we must do what we can to provide for our Mother in return."Her voice takes an almost reverent tone as she speaks of our Mother.
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Post by kreamatizer on Mar 4, 2015 2:00:26 GMT
Taking a big bite of roasted meat Youngdead nods along, not wanting to pry any more than the young elf is willing to offer. " I once had a mother," he responds wanting to add to the conversation. The two converse with little difficulty until dusk falls and the scene is only illuminated by the fire in the middle of the campsite. Youngdead pulls out a bedroll for himself and pulls his pack together, using it as a pillow. He sets up a few twigs and snares for would-be bandits. " You can have first watch," he says as he pulls himself into a tall, thick tree. " Wake me in a few hours. And don't let the fire die out." Torniel and Youngdead have done their thing. Anyone wanting to join us is invited to do so.
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