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Guosim Camp: Mid Camp Bafaloukos goes In Character. Jul 28, 2015 at 5:30 p.m.
Mint is still in the hut and has been the last few days. She has been feed a little bit of food, but not the best kind of food and then they place the gag back on her moth and keep her tied up. She has cried herself to sleep numerous times, she lost count, and now is awake again. Jul 28, 2015 at 5:32 p.m.
It would appear that Bafaloukos has been entrusted with guard duties again, now that the dust from the hut fiasco has settled. The old fox sits in the dirt by the door of the prison hut, drinking some foul brew from an earthenware bowl. Steam rises from its surface, and its odor is so powerful that it has infused the air around him. Jul 28, 2015 at 5:40 p.m.
Mint whimpers as she happens to be close to the doorway. Her fur is matted with tangles and dust now and her paws aree sore from the ropes. She has tried to get away a lot of times, but has failed and so has given up. Jul 28, 2015 at 5:41 p.m.
Bafaloukos' ears have gone flat from the constant whimpering of their captive. "Hush, lil' one," he coos in a pause among sips. His head tilts back against the frame of the door, and an eye dizzily rolls to find Mint. Though her prison is without the benefit of a lantern, her huddled silhouette can be seen among the shadow. "Shh." Jul 28, 2015 at 5:49 p.m.
Mint only manages to whimper more now at the sound of the voice and then coughs a little bit. She has done very little since she has been here but cry alot, she is a dibbun after all. Jul 28, 2015 at 5:51 p.m.
Bafaloukos polishes off the contents of the bowl in a final and flinching gulp. Immediately doubling forward, the fox braces himself against the earth with a palm, looking as if he were about to retch. His other hand continues to hold the bowl, almost protective, while the fox sucks sharp breaths, coaxing the tea to settle in his belly. "Th' spirits 'ave been talkin' about you," he tells the otter, voice extra hoarse. Jul 28, 2015 at 6:01 p.m.
Mint frowns, she doesn't understand a word he is saying and has no idea whi these spirits are and sniffs as a couple tears go down her face. Jul 28, 2015 at 6:03 p.m.
Unconcerned with whether the otter is mature or lucid enough to understand him, Bafalokos heaves a few more labored breaths, before he crawls on a wrist and two muddy knees into the prison hut. Now he sits on his haunches, still clutching the bowl, to stare at their tiny captive with foggy curiosity. "Sayin' a lot of things, aye, but not clear just yet." Jul 28, 2015 at 6:11 p.m.
Adyna takes in the scene with a critical eye as she makes her way across the camp. For once the alcoholic stoat doesn't have a bottle in her - oh. There it is. "Ye botherin' it?" she says, after wiping her mouth, sounding like she hasn't spoken in days. Jul 28, 2015 at 6:16 p.m.
Mint tries to scoot back when she sees the fox looking at her and mutters something but it's unclear what as she has the gag on and shivers a little. Jul 28, 2015 at 6:17 p.m.
An unsteady hand reaches to undo the knot in her gag. Fear has nothing to do with his tremor, though; Bafaloukos fumbles with the dirty cloth like a beast who just took a blow to the head, or one in the throes of a bad fever. "I got to let it speak," he divulges to Adyna without turning from Mint. "They want 'er to speak." Jul 28, 2015 at 6:22 p.m.
Adyna considers this and eventually consults her bottle for advice. "Wha'd Jaksor plan then?" she says, in a low voice. Jul 28, 2015 at 6:25 p.m.
Mint coughs as the gag is removed and sniffs as she looks between them.."Me..hungie.." She says in a weak voice. Jul 28, 2015 at 6:27 p.m.
Bafaloukos responds with a wag of the clay bowl. "No, not... not them," he grunts, bringing the mortar to his nose for a whiff. Though the acrid stench makes the fox screw his eyes shut, he pushes the bowl to the pup's snout, coaxing her inhale. "Big breath, lil' one," he warbles. The bowl if empty, of course, and though the odor of the sediment in its bottom may make Mint briefly lightheaded, it's not meant to harm her. Jul 28, 2015 at 6:34 p.m.
"Eh?" Adyna frowns, gesturing to the dibbun with the half-empty bottle. "Who took it?" Jul 28, 2015 at 6:40 p.m.
Mint whimpers as he gets closer and then sneezes and starts wailing loudly, but it doesn't last too long as her throat is once more sore and she coughs again and shivers in far of the two vermin.."Wanna..go homes" Jul 28, 2015 at 6:42 p.m.
"Th' others," is Bafaloukos' nebulous reply to his stoat chum. When the pup sneezes, he fetches the bowl back to the safety of his chest. "From th' camp over the river. But old ghosts guard this forest." The old fox moves back from Mint--far enough to skirt any unexpected kicks--and uses his palm to brush wet away the hay on the ground, revealing the smooth earth beneath. "We took somethin' without 'eir leave." Jul 28, 2015 at 6:50 p.m.
Adyna looks from Bafa to Mint, and back, finally noticing the bowl in his paws. "Ye took 'er from 'cross th' river? D'they /know/ then?" Jul 28, 2015 at 6:53 p.m.
Mint whimpers and coughs and...oh no she barfs now all over the ground and herself. Jul 28, 2015 at 7:01 p.m.
Suddenly out of nowhere comes a screaming cat running about near the hut, his clothes on fire until he finally trips on himself and smothers the fire with the dirt and his rolling around, "Ain't got no cookin' skills, good to know, " His eyes focus on the hut and the activity around it. Sheepishly he grins, approaching the hut as if nothing happened, "What's going on here eh?" Jul 28, 2015 at 7:02 p.m.
By now, the stoat and the old fox speak of two separate groups, though neither seems aware. When Bafaloukos is satisfied with the circle he has cleared among the detritus of the hut floor, he cautiously places the bowl in its center, and moves to collect his rucksack from outside the door. "Of course they know," he grunts as he maneuvers by Adyna. "Now we make a deal." His ears swivel up as the cat careens into the scene, but a surge of vertigo simultaneously pushes him into the wood frame of the hut. He slides to the floor, coughing, right into a puddle of otter puke. "Or they come f'r us." Jul 28, 2015 at 7:09 p.m.
Mint blinks and whimpers and she had calmed down but now she wails again, even more loudly! Jul 28, 2015 at 7:10 p.m.
Adyna turns at the commotion, paw on her rapier, the other clinging to the bottle - it takes her a moment to recognize the cat through the alcoholic haze. She doesn't say anything, mind still mulling over what Bafa's said. Jul 28, 2015 at 7:12 p.m.
Otto grins as he approaches the group, his clothing singed and smelling slightly burnth. He curiously looks over every beast, but focuses his attention on the otter since everyone else is, "Eh, a captive eh?" He doesn't seem to mind either way. Jul 28, 2015 at 7:19 p.m.
When the fox raises himself from the floor with an arm, his head remains hung and golden eyes linger on the spew, unfazed. Then they travel to the quaking otter pup, then to the door and his comrades. Bafaloukos says nothing to any of them, but he glimpses something that reminds him of what he meant to do, and tows himself and his bag over to the circle again. "Hushh. Listen," he abruptly tells the others. Jul 28, 2015 at 7:25 p.m.
Mint coughs and whimpers again, and yes throws up again. The gag is still off as he mutters "WANNA GO...GO HOME! Jul 28, 2015 at 7:26 p.m.
Otto does as he's told, not that he's doing much but gawking at the situation to begin with. Jul 28, 2015 at 7:37 p.m.
"You will, lil' one," Bafaloukos comforts, removing several items from the rucksack. A pair of stout candles are positioned to either side of the bowl, along with a tarnished metal crock, to which he adds the contents of various cloth pouches. "Fire," he says, vocalizing the realization that he forgot this very basic magical ingredient. "Bring me a torch?" is his pursuant plea. Jul 28, 2015 at 7:44 p.m.
Mint blinks, wait did they say fire, fire is bad! Very Bad! And now she wails louder and sniffs, she could care less if her throat hurts, she just wails loudly Jul 28, 2015 at 7:47 p.m.
The cat tenses a little bit, in agreement with the Mint even if he doesn't know it. Fire is indeed bad. He shrugs though, and seeing nobody else snapping to it with a salute towards Baf, "Aye matey!" He runs off to where he was experimenting with cooking and returns shortly with a torch. Jul 28, 2015 at 7:53 p.m.
Mint eyes close as she finally runs out of screaming energy....that lasted about half an hour, she is a sleep now and that could be good or bad. Jul 28, 2015 at 7:55 p.m.
Bafaloukos musters a weak smile of gratitude for the cat, visibly relieved that he did not have to undertake the task himself. When the captive youth ceases to howl and finds a dream in which to hide, the old fox regards her with a look of mild envy, before he returns to his task. With the torch he ignites each candle, then swiftly plunges the flame into the metal crock. The matter inside burns fast, a bright jade flame, then extinguishes just as quick into a puff of aromatic smoke. Jul 28, 2015 at 8:06 p.m.
The cat returns the smile, mostly pleased with himself for not setting himself on fire even once in his handling of the torch. He is uncertain though as everyone either goes quiet or slinks off. Jul 28, 2015 at 8:13 p.m.
Flickering candles now illuminate Bafaloukos' circle in the dirt and its items, but when the torch goes out, the rest of the hut is relinquished to shadow. As a claustrophobic dark invades heaps of hay and the rotten rafters above, the old fox hunkers closer to the makeshift altar, so that he can more easily peer into the clay bowl from earlier. Jul 28, 2015 at 8:23 p.m.
Not wanting to break the silence, and feeling as if he's intruding Otto hangs back watching. Soon though, feeling out of place weighs on him a little too much for him to stay in place and he quietly disappears into the night. Jul 28, 2015 at 8:28 p.m.
Bafaloukos crouches, doing his best to balance in spite of a swimming head. He does not appear to notice that the others have left, transfixed by the odorous sediment from the concoction that seems to have poisoned him. Jul 28, 2015 at 8:45 p.m.
Haven heads off. Jul 30, 2015 at 4:38 p.m.
Haven enters from afar. Jul 30, 2015 at 4:38 p.m.
"Full moon t'night, buckos," Jaksor calls to the camp at large, dragging his hook theatrically around a post as he turns a circle around it. "We're pullin' up camp! Th' streamdogs don't want their kit, an' neither do we. It's time we get out of this cesspool." Jul 31, 2015 at 12:08 p.m.
Mint is still in the hut and she is not in very good shape either, she has not eatten well and what ever the stuff was from the other day has left her ill still. She is also still tied up and the gag is on her mouth and she looks a bit unconicious right now, well if anyone looks. Jul 31, 2015 at 12:12 p.m.
Ferilla sits a good distance away from the hut where the kit is being held, in her makeshift little abode fashioned of burnt bits of hut and canvas. She's got her equipment all pulled out and laid across her jacket, and she's sitting against a charred board that's still stuck upright in the ground, putting a neww edge on her sword. "That mean we dump the kid?" she asks of Jaksor, raising her voice enough to reach him. Jul 31, 2015 at 12:20 p.m.
Bindi pokes his head out of the forest near the southern edge of camp, having heard the call of Jaksor. His eyes are blood shot and he looks a tad sleep deprived, but despite this the little rat disappears back into the foliage for a moment before reemerging carrying the mop, bucket, and flower pot (flower intact), he procured from the raid in Ferraval. Jul 31, 2015 at 12:32 p.m.
Ferilla's comment seems to spark some sort of memory in Jaksor's head, as he pauses his pole-scratching to think for a moment. With a snarl, he whirls on the hut where Mint is freshening the air and stalks inside, slipping his hook under her bonds and lifting her by the arms towards him, breathing less-than-minty air in her face. "Nobuddy wants you," he growls, frustrated by the lack of ransom goods from the otter camp. It's her fault for not being desirable enough to save, right? He hoists her up and hauls her outside, dangling from the hook like a prize catch at a three-day fishing contest. Jul 31, 2015 at 12:36 p.m.
Mint eyes open maybe a crack as she is barely conicious and manages a weak whimper as she comes more awake from the foul breath of the polecat. Jul 31, 2015 at 12:39 p.m.
The whetstone grates down the steel of Ferilla's sword as she eyes the dibbun dangling from Jaksor's hook. At least the gag's still working so she's not crying or vomiting everywhere. Ferilla makes a face. "Congratulations." she remarks snidely at Jaksor's display of the captive. Her eyes roll as she sees Bindi emerging from the forest with his treasures. Jul 31, 2015 at 12:49 p.m.
Bindi proceeds to the middle of camp whereupon he dumps his passel of items, careful to make sure the flower pot stays upright. He trundles over to where Ferilla and Jaksor stand with Mint and pauses, looking curiously at the kit, "Wadda yew reckon ta do with 'er." Jul 31, 2015 at 12:56 p.m.
*? Jul 31, 2015 at 12:57 p.m.
Jaksor gives Ferilla a snide grin, as if to say "very funny", then glances over at Bindi, the otter kit still hanging from his hook. Pinata? "She's a riverdog, ain't she? If Coaxoch don't want a new chewtoy, she can go back in the river." Jul 31, 2015 at 12:58 p.m.
Mint goes to try and weakly struggle to get lose and fails badly, she whimpers weakly and coughs a little. Jul 31, 2015 at 1 p.m.
The ermine sits back, laying her freshly-sharpened sword to one side. "No chance they'd jus' forget about it if we threw her back?" she suggests as a sort of aside. Jul 31, 2015 at 1:05 p.m.
Bindi nods decisively at Jaksor's words, applying himself strictly to the belief that /boss knows best/. Then again, the ermine makes a good point, though the little rat's pride can't bring itself to openly agree. So he simply stays quiet and leers at the pinata child. When all else fails, intimidation has your back. Jul 31, 2015 at 1:12 p.m.
"An' they're not gonna forget about us draggin' 'er off, neither," Jaksor replies, roughly dropping the kit to the ground and extricating his hook from the bonds. "We've already riled 'em much as they can be, like as not," the polecat reasons, staring down at the sluggish movements of the captive. Jul 31, 2015 at 1:23 p.m.
Mint gives a small yelp as she is droped, falling flat on her face and shakes her head causeing the gag to come loose, she coughs roughly and whimpers as she does her best to curl into a ball. But being tied up still tightly makes it hard to do so very well and she now has a place on her forehead seeping blood from the fall. Jul 31, 2015 at 1:25 p.m.
"Nice one, boss." Ferilla snickers at Mint's misfortune. She doesn't really have a problem with killing the kit, she just figures that that's a surefire way to get the otters after them even worse than they already are. "Where is the lizardy one, anyways?" she asks, referring to Coaxoch. Jul 31, 2015 at 1:29 p.m.
Bindi scowls at the kit, now cringing on the floor, and turns abruptly from the scene at the mention of Coaxoch. The lizard is best forgotten about, in Bindi's impotent opinion. The little rat heads back his treasures laying in the middle of camp, saying over his shoulder, "Mebbe we should wait 'an chuck 'er in once we're 'bout ta leave, tha' way when they find er' body, they can't catch us unawares." Jul 31, 2015 at 1:44 p.m.
"Y'll notice she's not already in th' crick," Jaksor replies, pointing pointedly at the kit with his hook. "Th' shrews've left a fair supply of logboats about. We'll be takin' 'em downriver t' th' coast, where there's like t' be more an' easier pickin's." The question about the lizard bears some thought, but the polecat doesn't seem inclined to give it. "I've got enough t' deal with cleanin' up th' messes you lot make without playin' nanny too. Coaxoch is where he wants t' be." Jul 31, 2015 at 1:47 p.m.
Mint shivers and stays hardly moveing on the ground, she tries to inch her way somewhere besides where she is , but its hard when she is still tied up. Jul 31, 2015 at 1:51 p.m.
The jill just sort of gives Jaksor a mildly annoyed "Hmph," in response. Jul 31, 2015 at 1:55 p.m.
Mint meanwhile has inched her way, or rolled a little. closer to the polecat's footpaw and with the gag off she shoes she can still do something that is annying and probally painful, she goes to bite his foot paw as hard as she can. This is most likely a very bad idea, but she is a dibbun so she doesn't reallt think things all the way out before she acts. Jul 31, 2015 at 1:58 p.m.
Bindi scowls again, this time at Jaksors reply. Well, /he/ thought it was a clever idea, even if bossman had already considered it. However, his ears perk up at the mention of boating, "Somethin' ta do, at last!" He rubs his paws together gleefully and starts to shuffle towards the river, reckoning that's where the boats will be located. Jul 31, 2015 at 2:04 p.m.
As if summoned purely by being talked about, Coaxoch strolls out of the treeline, stretching languorously as he walks into the middle of the camp once more. Apparently "clean yourself" doesn't mean much to him, as his chest is streaked with blood that doesn't seem to be his own, and he's carrying several bits of fresh meat in a sack. Hellgates knows where he got it from. "Sssomething happening?" he asks, sounding almost lazy. Jul 31, 2015 at 2:07 p.m.
Jaksor snarls and kicks at the otter kit as her sharp little teeth sink into his foot. "Blasted streamdog," he fumes, reaching down to hook her bonds with his hook again and hoisting her aloft, proferring her at armslength to the lizard. "Jus' takin' out some trash. Y' want it, it's yours. Otherwise, toss 'er in th' crick." He jerks his head towards the body of water just outside the camp. "An' start loadin' th' boats. We leave tonight." Jul 31, 2015 at 2:11 p.m.
Mint is kicked in the throat and lets out a little gasp, as she is lifted up and held out to the lizard she looks in worse shape than she was before. She coughs again and her eyes start to flutter shut. Is she still alive? She is..barely. Jul 31, 2015 at 2:14 p.m.
Ferilla seems to regret asking where the lizard was when he actually shows up, covered in gore. "Jaksor's bein' bested by an otter kit." she remarks snidely in response to Coaxoch's question, sitting back and watching things play out. She almost feels bad for the little kit, but seems to repress it. Jul 31, 2015 at 2:18 p.m.
The lizard grins as the otter is held out to him. Sure he'd just gotten back from fetching more food, but... this is a delicacy, and the other stuff won't last forever anyhow. He'll even share it with the rest of the group, should they want it! With a swift snatch of the otter's tail, she's gone from Jaksor to Coaxoch, the lizard holding her aloft by her rudder, letting her dangle in midair, utterly unconcerned that she's in some kind of measurable distress. Reaching down, he pulls out the flint knife he keeps at his waist, flipping it between his spindly fingers. "Thanksss. Coaxoch acceptsss gladly. Will get rid of otter bessst way he can." Jul 31, 2015 at 2:24 p.m.
Mint looks weakly at the lizard and looks ready to pass out. Jul 31, 2015 at 2:29 p.m.
There's a hunger in his eyes as Coaxoch looks at the otter, and his tongue flicks from between his lips. The monster might even feel some sick thrill at killing something so weak and defenseless; hadn't he insisted that weak things were nothing more than prey enough in the past? He switches his grip, moving his hand from Mint's tail to the scruff of her neck, looking straight into her eyes as he holds her aloft, high in the air, away from the ground and any help at all. He's muttering something, something in some fell reptile language that just sounds like a series of gruesome hints and ugly syllables. He does it work slowly, reaching up with the dagger and pressing it to Mint's throat, letting the stone bite into her flesh for a moment before letting out a loud cry and whipping it across her neck, cutting the otter pup's neck open nearly to the spine, holding her up and letting her bleed out in midair. Jul 31, 2015 at 2:42 p.m.
Mint doesn't have time to tense up, or whimper, she already was weak from being a captive, the otter dibbun is dead, not that she most likely would of died soon anyways. Jul 31, 2015 at 2:45 p.m.
The white jill watches all this with a slightly sour look on her face. "Yech." she spits as she tears her gaze away. She's used to slitting throats, but taking that kind of pleasure in it is beyond even her violent tendencies. At least it's over. Jul 31, 2015 at 2:57 p.m.
Suddenly there is a crow of delight from down by the river and soon Bindi appears, scampering along the bankside, "Oy, 'tis true! Light 'ase come again; we 'ave /boats/!" The little rat is surprisingly overjoyed by the news. He seems about to say more when he notices the gruesome scene spread out before him, "Well tha's....somethin" out o' a nightmare." He mutters and unconsciously puts a paw to his own neck. Jul 31, 2015 at 3:03 p.m.
Coaxoch's head flicks towards Bindi as he reappears, giving him an ugly grin, as toothy a one as a reptile's face is capable of. He clearly seems to enjoy being able to unnerve what he sees as a rather weak rat. Still, he can't stand there posing all day. He flips the otter dibbun's carcass over his shoulder, holding her as if she's nothing more than a sack of potatos, then stalks off towards the nearby river. It's not too long a walk, but at least no one will have to see him... carving. On the way, he drops the first sack of meat by the cooking pit and picks up a second one. Jul 31, 2015 at 3:07 p.m.
Getting to her feet a little shakily, Ferilla tugs her jacket out from under her belongings and slips it on, feeling a little chilled all of a sudden. "He goes in your boat," she remarks as Bindi gets within earshot. She crouches, starting to gether her things. Most of her belongings are meant to fit on her person, mostly in the pockets of her jacket, but being sedentary for so long in the shrew camp here, she's fashioned herself a small bundle of items, which she binds up tightly and throws over her shoulder. "Where Jul 31, 2015 at 3:11 p.m.
"Where've you been, anyways?' She asks Bindi. Jul 31, 2015 at 3:11 p.m.
Bindi gives Coaxoch a scowl to match his grin, and steps subtly away as the lizard passes. The reptile never fails to unnerve some part of Bindi's usually strong resolution. The little rat walks the rest of the way to his mound of stuff and snorts at Ferilla's comment, "Not iffin' I 'ave anythin' ta say 'bout it. 'e can walk." He bends down to gather up his things, hooking the bucket on the end of the mop and perching the flower pot delicately on his free arm. He stands before answering the ermine's question, "I been down river payin' off some debts, is all. S'where I picked up tha' annoyin' twip of a rat, who's sleepin' in the bushes over there." He waves non-descriptly towards the southern side of the camp, "Tis a sad thing tha' lizard didn't eat /him/" Jul 31, 2015 at 3:34 p.m.
Ferilla has absolutely no desire to meet any of Bindi's rat friends. "Paying off debts wit' what, yer mop an' bucket?" she prods, picking up her sword and slipping it back into its sheath smoothly. She starts walking towards the river, intent on looking over these boats before clambering into one with a possibly incompetent fellow vermin. Jul 31, 2015 at 3:39 p.m.
Bindi raises an eyebrow of annoyance at Ferilla's words, "Wait a second now, I'll 'ave you know I've fallen on...." He gestures nondescriptly, "Good times. I 'ave plenty more 'an just my mop and bucket." He tries to sound mysterious, with varying degrees of sucess. He sighs in exasperation at the ermine's receeding back, muttering, "Ah, it's no use." He hefts the mop over his shoulder and starts to teeter down towards the river. Jul 31, 2015 at 3:55 p.m.
As Ferilla and Bindi are going towards the river, Coaxoch is just finishing up with his gruesome task. As the other beast approach, no doubt they'll be able to hear the sounds of the lizard finishing filleting what was once an innocent otter cub. Eventually, the sounds all stop, and there's a loud splash as the corpse, minus the majority of its meat, is tossed into the River Moss to float downstream, and no doubt ruin some poor beast's day. Standing up and washing the blood off his paws in the river, Coaxoch takes his satchel full of meat back to the campfire, leaving only a red patch of grass as evidence of his grisly task. Unfortunately, it's right next to the boats for everyone to see. Jul 31, 2015 at 4 p.m.
Bindi gives the lizard a wide berth and a distasteful glare. He had no attachments to the little otter, certainly. But there's something unsettling about someone who goes about butchering with such joyous glee. He calls out to Coaxoch, "I 'ope yew don't think yew can take tha' along!" Jul 31, 2015 at 4:07 p.m.
Mint goes home. Aug 1, 2015 at 7:50 a.m.
Bafaloukos heads east. Aug 2, 2015 at 4:31 p.m.
Bafaloukos leaves with: Adyna, Coaxoch, Kevi Aug 2, 2015 at 4:31 p.m.
Twitchtail heads east. Aug 2, 2015 at 5:40 p.m.
Ferilla heads east. Aug 2, 2015 at 6:25 p.m.
Jaksor heads west. Aug 2, 2015 at 7:50 p.m.
Jaksor emerges from the east. Aug 2, 2015 at 7:50 p.m.
Jaksor heads east. Aug 2, 2015 at 7:50 p.m.
Bindi heads south. Aug 3, 2015 at 8:41 a.m.
Bindi heads west. Aug 3, 2015 at 10:11 a.m.
Bindi emerges from the east. Aug 3, 2015 at 10:11 a.m.
Bindi heads south. Aug 3, 2015 at 10:12 a.m.
Bindi heads off. Aug 3, 2015 at 10:13 a.m.
Bindi enters from afar. Aug 3, 2015 at 10:13 a.m.
Vannon goes into Dynamic Role-play. Aug 4, 2015 at 10:21 a.m.
Vannon heads off. Aug 4, 2015 at 10:21 a.m.
Vannon enters from afar. Aug 4, 2015 at 10:21 a.m.
Nadir heads east. Aug 6, 2015 at 1:09 p.m.
John_Wesley heads off. Aug 19, 2015 at 11:51 a.m.
John_Wesley enters from afar. Aug 19, 2015 at 11:51 a.m.
Autry enters Log-a-Log's tent. Apr 28, 2016 at 9:40 a.m.
Cinaed enters Log-a-Log's tent. Apr 28, 2016 at 12:36 p.m.
Cinaed enters the tent. Apr 28, 2016 at 12:36 p.m.
Jabari enters Log-a-Log's tent. Apr 28, 2016 at 4:24 p.m.
Jabari enters the tent. Apr 28, 2016 at 4:24 p.m.
Wallace heads east. Apr 29, 2016 at 9:59 p.m.
Cinaed heads east. May 3, 2016 at 6:27 a.m.
Cinaed enters Log-a-Log's tent. May 5, 2016 at 6:57 a.m.
Cinaed enters the tent. May 5, 2016 at 6:57 a.m.
Wallace enters Log-a-Log's tent. May 5, 2016 at 4:33 p.m.
Wallace enters the tent. May 5, 2016 at 4:33 p.m.
Aeysin enters Log-a-Log's tent. May 30, 2016 at 11:12 p.m.
Aeysin enters the tent. May 30, 2016 at 11:12 p.m.
Marnie heads east. Oct 9, 2016 at 3:14 p.m.
Autry heads south. Sep 18, 2017 at 4:43 p.m.
Autry heads west. Oct 10, 2018 at 7:59 p.m.
Autry emerges from the east. Oct 10, 2018 at 7:59 p.m.
Autry heads east. Oct 10, 2018 at 7:59 p.m.
Aella heads west. Oct 10, 2018 at 8:10 p.m.
Aella emerges from the east. Oct 10, 2018 at 8:10 p.m.
Aella enters Log-a-Log's tent. Oct 10, 2018 at 8:12 p.m.
Aeysin enters Log-a-Log's tent. Oct 10, 2018 at 8:13 p.m.
Aeysin enters the tent. Oct 10, 2018 at 8:13 p.m.
Autry enters Log-a-Log's tent. Oct 10, 2018 at 8:23 p.m.
Autry enters the tent. Oct 10, 2018 at 8:23 p.m.
Autry heads west. Oct 10, 2018 at 8:25 p.m.
Autry emerges from the east. Oct 10, 2018 at 8:25 p.m.
Autry heads south. Oct 10, 2018 at 8:34 p.m.
Autry heads east. Oct 10, 2018 at 8:34 p.m.
Autry enters the infirmary. Oct 10, 2018 at 8:34 p.m.
Autry heads west. Oct 10, 2018 at 8:36 p.m.
Autry emerges from the east. Oct 10, 2018 at 8:36 p.m.
Aella heads west. Oct 29, 2018 at 5:30 p.m.
Aella emerges from the east. Oct 29, 2018 at 5:30 p.m.
Aella enters the infirmary. Oct 29, 2018 at 5:31 p.m.
Aella heads south. Oct 29, 2018 at 5:31 p.m.
Aella heads west. Nov 13, 2018 at 4:42 a.m.
Aella emerges from the east. Nov 13, 2018 at 4:42 a.m.
Aella heads east. Nov 13, 2018 at 4:43 a.m.
Zak enters Log-a-Log's tent. Dec 27, 2018 at 12:59 p.m.
Zak enters the tent. Dec 27, 2018 at 12:59 p.m.
James enters Log-a-Log's tent. Mar 24, 2019 at 10:52 p.m.
James heads east. Mar 24, 2019 at 10:52 p.m.
James enters the infirmary. Mar 24, 2019 at 10:53 p.m.
James heads south. Mar 24, 2019 at 10:53 p.m.
James heads west. Mar 24, 2019 at 10:53 p.m.
James emerges from the east. Mar 24, 2019 at 10:53 p.m.
James heads east. Mar 24, 2019 at 10:53 p.m.
Vilfred heads west. Aug 5, 2019 at 9:20 p.m.
Vilfred emerges from the east. Aug 5, 2019 at 9:20 p.m.
Autry heads east. Aug 9, 2020 at 9:46 a.m.
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