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Nawa Wenja-su Dushna
🧙 WHO: Takkar
⚔️️ WHAT: A number of things, hunting, taming a wolf, getting rid of mafia members, flint knapping
đź•’ WHEN: Early October
🗺️ WHERE: Everywhere, mostly around Camelot and the surrounding area
⚠️ WARNINGS: Violence and hunting probably.
I – In front of the Camelot Inn thing
So many sights, smells and sounds, so many people! It was all dizzying and confusing for him. He had no clue what most of any of the things he was looking at are. What they did, and at times what sounds they made. Then there were the squiggles everywhere he went. He knew they were symbols; they conveyed some sort of message on them. But Takkar simply could not quite fathom what. Not yet.
He was fascinated by them though. The way they looked, the way they seemed to convey meaning in them. The… well all of it.
It was just a shame that he felt confined and crowded now. None of that stopped him from continuing with what he had been doing before his arrival in Camelot. Now he had set himself up a secluded spot in front of the inn, a number of items surrounding him and his spot on the bench. A pilfered cloth sat next to him containing, for all the world to see, several crystalline stones on it as well as a few finished points. Next to him sat a club made of a hard wood and a large, stone in it with a sharpened edge. As well as a number of arrows and a few spears.
There were also pieces of wood, branches, rope and twine made from plant materials. For now he was finishing up on another point, this one made out of a glossy, black obsidian, which glistened as he held it up to the light. Done.
Unfortunately for Takkar he had gained a few onlookers, a bit more attention than he felt comfortable with. As they watched the long-haired bearded man, shirtless save for a few skins that he covered himself with. As well as curious looking cowry shell bracelet on one wrist.
His discomfort at the attention was slightly obvious. Though at the same time he didn’t mind, it was like a group of children watching and learning as one of the adults worked.
He finished his point and held it up just a bit higher for everyone to see one more time.
II – Video // un; fds (crossposted from the tdm)
Smarkaka! Miyi nashman Takkar. (Hello, my name is Takkar.)
[He finally figured out how to use his phone, and was, in fact, having a lot of fun with it! He didn’t know what any of the symbols meant, but hey it was a work in progress.]
Who are you?
III—Hunting
He had no clue what happened last month, though he had picked up on a few words here and there. Granted Takkar himself didn’t think he could do much about any of that. Instead, he had elected to somewhat ignore them for now. There wasn’t much he could do himself and knew that the colder months were already approaching these lands. Unable to move elsewhere (he’s since figured out that the place is an isle), and with the frost quickly approaching, Takkar figured he may as well get himself ready to brave whatever weather came his way.
But, well staying in a modern accommodation was still new to him, and rather uncomfortable. At the same time, he also knew that there was no way he could prepare to live outside of the overly large settlement he had found himself in. But this was also a good chance to get a better idea of the area, to map it out in his mind and get used to the local flora and fauna.
At the moment he was on the trail of a deer, following its tracks into the woods.
IV – Robin Hood… Robin Gone // Quest:Suns Out, Bows Out
[A woman kept her children behind herself as a group of ten men surrounded and accosted her with menace. The woman in question looked like she’d seen better days, same with the children.]
Please we don’t have anything!
[Takkar was no stranger to interpersonal violence. No stranger to massacres or what other people were capable of when pushed to the brink. When people were crowded together like this, with newcomers pouring in, he saw the problems that would arise.
Knew the problems that would arise.
The woman’s pleads would have attracted the attention of all nearby, including himself.]
Mafla? (Problem)
V – Gwarpati (Beastmaster)
[He could tame this beast, he noted, keeping an arm out behind himself and connected to his partner’s chest. It was late, and the hunt was nearing its end. They’d managed to bag several game animals, but unfortunately their latest catch, a small buck, had apparently attracted the attention of a desperate wolf. One that was currently snarling at them, teeth bared.]
Lawkwal (White wolf) hungry.
[His tone was hushed, hand still keeping his hunting partner behind him, and other on his spear, just in case.]
You, stay back. I take care of.
⚔️️ WHAT: A number of things, hunting, taming a wolf, getting rid of mafia members, flint knapping
đź•’ WHEN: Early October
🗺️ WHERE: Everywhere, mostly around Camelot and the surrounding area
⚠️ WARNINGS: Violence and hunting probably.
I – In front of the Camelot Inn thing
So many sights, smells and sounds, so many people! It was all dizzying and confusing for him. He had no clue what most of any of the things he was looking at are. What they did, and at times what sounds they made. Then there were the squiggles everywhere he went. He knew they were symbols; they conveyed some sort of message on them. But Takkar simply could not quite fathom what. Not yet.
He was fascinated by them though. The way they looked, the way they seemed to convey meaning in them. The… well all of it.
It was just a shame that he felt confined and crowded now. None of that stopped him from continuing with what he had been doing before his arrival in Camelot. Now he had set himself up a secluded spot in front of the inn, a number of items surrounding him and his spot on the bench. A pilfered cloth sat next to him containing, for all the world to see, several crystalline stones on it as well as a few finished points. Next to him sat a club made of a hard wood and a large, stone in it with a sharpened edge. As well as a number of arrows and a few spears.
There were also pieces of wood, branches, rope and twine made from plant materials. For now he was finishing up on another point, this one made out of a glossy, black obsidian, which glistened as he held it up to the light. Done.
Unfortunately for Takkar he had gained a few onlookers, a bit more attention than he felt comfortable with. As they watched the long-haired bearded man, shirtless save for a few skins that he covered himself with. As well as curious looking cowry shell bracelet on one wrist.
His discomfort at the attention was slightly obvious. Though at the same time he didn’t mind, it was like a group of children watching and learning as one of the adults worked.
He finished his point and held it up just a bit higher for everyone to see one more time.
II – Video // un; fds (crossposted from the tdm)
Smarkaka! Miyi nashman Takkar. (Hello, my name is Takkar.)
[He finally figured out how to use his phone, and was, in fact, having a lot of fun with it! He didn’t know what any of the symbols meant, but hey it was a work in progress.]
Who are you?
III—Hunting
He had no clue what happened last month, though he had picked up on a few words here and there. Granted Takkar himself didn’t think he could do much about any of that. Instead, he had elected to somewhat ignore them for now. There wasn’t much he could do himself and knew that the colder months were already approaching these lands. Unable to move elsewhere (he’s since figured out that the place is an isle), and with the frost quickly approaching, Takkar figured he may as well get himself ready to brave whatever weather came his way.
But, well staying in a modern accommodation was still new to him, and rather uncomfortable. At the same time, he also knew that there was no way he could prepare to live outside of the overly large settlement he had found himself in. But this was also a good chance to get a better idea of the area, to map it out in his mind and get used to the local flora and fauna.
At the moment he was on the trail of a deer, following its tracks into the woods.
IV – Robin Hood… Robin Gone // Quest:Suns Out, Bows Out
[A woman kept her children behind herself as a group of ten men surrounded and accosted her with menace. The woman in question looked like she’d seen better days, same with the children.]
Please we don’t have anything!
[Takkar was no stranger to interpersonal violence. No stranger to massacres or what other people were capable of when pushed to the brink. When people were crowded together like this, with newcomers pouring in, he saw the problems that would arise.
Knew the problems that would arise.
The woman’s pleads would have attracted the attention of all nearby, including himself.]
Mafla? (Problem)
V – Gwarpati (Beastmaster)
[He could tame this beast, he noted, keeping an arm out behind himself and connected to his partner’s chest. It was late, and the hunt was nearing its end. They’d managed to bag several game animals, but unfortunately their latest catch, a small buck, had apparently attracted the attention of a desperate wolf. One that was currently snarling at them, teeth bared.]
Lawkwal (White wolf) hungry.
[His tone was hushed, hand still keeping his hunting partner behind him, and other on his spear, just in case.]
You, stay back. I take care of.
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Not sure what a mammoth is but it sounds very large. As for what it's made out of? Woods and steel alloy, I think. Would...would you like to try it out?
If you'd also let me try out your spears?
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Mm, have plenty. Take one. [They're meant to largely be tossed and forgotten. Or salvaged if they were still in decent condition after being used. His own, though, were much lighter. Being made out of wood, rock, and plant and animal matter, when compared to something more modern and made from metal.]
You not throw yours?
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[These spears, however, as he's twirling it around in his hands, he can see how useful these are in throwing. Especially if he got a running start.
He kind of wants to buy one or two, but since the man is making them, it's obviously for his own purpose.]
My name is Gaius.