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Wuthering Winds (1)



110 Ashan 721
Rharne Weather
Ashan Calender The last few days before Ymiden arrives, however, see a violent hurricane coming in through the Crescent Sea from the 110th to the 123rd of Ashan.


Dan woke with a splutter when the rising wind pulled the edge of his tent loose from its mooring pegs, whipped it up, and spattered a few drops of cold rain into Dan's face. He scrambled out of bed and stumbled out in his night clothes to secure the tent more firmly. As he straightened from doing so, the building clouds caught his eye. Just a dark smudge on the horizon, as yet, but the wind suggested it was coming his way, and a cold instinct in his gut told him it was going to be a bad one.

It was time to pack up and move somewhere better sheltered, before the whole tent got ripped away over his head by the wind, instead of just a single wall coming loose. The tent was good in most weathers, but he would rather not risk the loss. Especially when it would be so straight forward to move locations.

He let the ponies out to graze, gulped down a cup of fish soup left from the trial before, dressed for the weather, and headed out to gather his things. When he arrived on the bank of the stream, he slid his gathering bag off, dropped it beside him, and sprawled on his stomach where he could gaze into the rippling water. He brushed his fingers through the over-hanging grass, searching less than idly for the thin rope tethering his fish trap to the land.

His questing fingers snagged on the rope and he wrapped them round it and hauled it in until it lay against the bank, weighted down by the stones inside. He drew his knees up so that he was kneeling in the grass instead of lying, plunged both arms into the water, gripped the fish trap tightly and heaved it up onto the bank beside him. From there he could check it for fish, and he did so, grinning as he found not one, but two fish caught inside. He killed them with quick blows to the head, and begain to clean and gut them on the spot. He pushed the knife up through the roof of the each fish's mouth, then cut away from his body down the length of the fish. When he ran out of fish, he set the knife down, hooked two fingers through the hole in the mouth, and pulled. The guts came out cleanly, attached in a single mass.

He then flipped the fish so that he was holding it by the tail and used the edge of his knife to scrape off the fish's scales, working his way in short strokes from the tail to the head. He chopped off the heads and tails completely, flattened the fish out long enough to ease out the rest of the fish skeleton with his fingers and the tip of his knife, rinsed the fish clean in the stream, then wrapped them and tucked them into his gathering bag, along with a double handful of watercress, three cattail flowers still young enough to be edible, and a bit of wild garlic.

Normally, he would use the fish guts and scraps as bait in his trap, but he was moving on today, so he just buried them in the holes left by pulling up the wild garlic, carried the fish trap home, and stowed it in his cart. Then he went back out after his snares.

He gathered as he went, whatever he could get without slowing down or taking a great deal of time. Tender young nettles, dandelion leaves, and wood sorrel, a half dozen wild leeks, a spray of mint, a sprig of basil. Three rabbits from his snares, two of them young, plump, and foolish, the third old and skinny. He broke their necks quickly, cleanly, and efficiently, strung them over his shoulders, and packed away the snares to take with him. No sense in wasting the snares by leaving them behind, nor in wasting resources by having them catch and kill creatures that he couldn't retrieve and use.

Back at his camp, he drank the rest of the soup, rinsed out the pot, and began to pack up. He folded the felt hangings, rolled up the rugs, dismantled his bed and stacked the pieces in the cart. He banked a few coals in his brazier, clamped down the lid, and strapped it into a corner where there was no chance of it burning anything else. The rest of the fire he soaked with water, which had the side effect of watering and softening the ground beneath too, stirred the remains with a bare finger so that he could be sure there was nothing hot remaining, and stamped the square of turf he had cut to clear the hearth down to bare dirt back into its place. The folding furniture was folded down flat and stacked on top of the bed boards, all his stored food and fuel and spare clothing packed into sacks and wedged into their places in the cart. He was practiced at packing up, he knew where everything went, but it still took time. Eventually, though, he struck the tent itself, strapped the poles into place, and used the already damp canvas as a protective cover for the rest of his belongings.

He brushed the ponies down briskly, removing any dirt that might chafe under saddle and harness, then harnessed Smoke to his small cart and saddled Cloud for riding. He led them both a short distance away, then went back to his campsite and went over the ground thoroughly, inch by careful inch, to make absolutely sure that he hadn't missed or forgotten anything.

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His search turned up a couple of sticks he had missed when he was packing up the fuel, a tiny tumbleweed of shed horsehair, a scrap of frayed string, and handfuls of dried out pine needles shed by the pine boughs that had served as his mattress. He scooped up as much as he could, and stuffed it into his pockets to sort out later. Then, satisfied, he went back to the ponies and swung himself up into Cloud's saddle. He gathered up Smoke's leading rein, nudged Cloud with his heels, and they all ambled off into the wind and rain towards a tiny cave he knew.

It wasn't a pleasant ride. The wind whipped at them, blowing Dandelion's curls around like the dandelion clock they resembled, and lifting the ponies' manes and tails until they resembled the clouds and smoke they were named for. The rain, driven by the wind, hit like icy needles. Dandelion would have ducked his head deeper into his hood, but the first chance it got, the wind blew the hood off his head to lie uneasily on his shoulders, and he didn't have a hand free to pull it back up.

Cloud's hunched neck as she slogged slantwise across the direction of the wind, and the short, jarring stride she used, told Dan more than any words that she wasn't happy about it either. At least until she recognised the direction they were going and her stride picked up as she headed straight for the cave, forcing Smoke to keep up with her. Dan focused on staying on and not getting blinded by the tears the wind kept coaxing out of his eyes.

When they reached the entrance, it was overgrown with long grass, but when Dan dismounted and pushed it aside with his foot, a narrow slope down into the ground was revealed, just barely wide enough for the cart fit through. A horse-length in, it widened out into a rough, dirt room. Dan suspected it had once been a farmer's spare root storage. It might still be, for all he knew, but he'd never seen anyone else using it and if he did no damage and left no trace of his own stay, where was the harm in using it for shelter?

Cloud blew down his neck, and he hastily pulled himself out of his thoughts, unsaddled her, unharnessed Smoke, and heaved the cart itself over to a back corner, out of the way. It was going to take a while to get set up, he suspected, heading for the straps that held his brazier in place. He might as well get started with finding a spot where the smoke could waft out of the entrance without the fire itself being blown out.


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Name: Dandelion

Points awarded: 10xp

Knowledge:
Butchering: descaling a fish
Butchering: deheading a fish
Butchering: deboning a fish
Fieldcraft: leave nothing behind
Fieldcraft: packing up a camp
Acrobatics: moving smoothly from prone to kneeling

Skill Review: All Skills used appropriate to level

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Hey! It's been a while since I've gotten to review one of your threads so I was happy when this popped up on my radar!

Another wonderful solo with Dan doing his thing out in the wilderness. He seems so very happy out in the wild and since I don't know a lot about wilderness survival, I get to learn along with these threads, which is fun for me.

Today's solo - playing with fish! I don't know a lot about fishing but I enjoyed the way you wrote this. It's very logical and easy to follow along with and as a reader, I appreciate that since I want to understand what he's doing.

Another great skill solo!

If you have any questions, comments, or concerns regarding this review, feel free to PM. Enjoy your rewards!

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