This is a battle topic, for Yaldamar (Danijel's character) and Aloc (my character).
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Aloc was originally planning to reach the mainland by the time the storm hit, but he was not in time.
As the storm build up, the rain splashing, winds howling. Making flying rather difficult. Aloc barely spots a fort, on an island. He decides to fly down, and take cover, until the storm is over.
"Hello!? Is there any one here?!" Aloc shouts, waiting for response, though, There is none.
"Hmm, I guess since none is here, I could take cover" he thinks for himself as he enters.
The fort is run down. Seems like ti hasn't been kept for ages. It is broken down, and crumbled in some areas. It is all around wet, due to the location, and not being maintained.
There are some occasional furniture, but that has been ripped apart by animals, a long time ago.
Gathering some dry easily flammable paper scraps he found in a chest, and some wooden furniture parts, he entered a room witch was mostly dry.
Taking out a piece of flint, he began making a fire.
*Spark*.... *Spark*.......*Spark*....*Spark* *crackle*
Success, a fire was started. He fed this small flame, until it became a warming fire. Thinking that the place was rather safe, he decided to dry his wings as well. He did this by extending them around the fire, in a safe distance off course.
Doubting that he would find any forms of food, he decided to rest, so that he was ready to fly, as the storm passes.
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Aloc was originally planning to reach the mainland by the time the storm hit, but he was not in time.
As the storm build up, the rain splashing, winds howling. Making flying rather difficult. Aloc barely spots a fort, on an island. He decides to fly down, and take cover, until the storm is over.
"Hello!? Is there any one here?!" Aloc shouts, waiting for response, though, There is none.
"Hmm, I guess since none is here, I could take cover" he thinks for himself as he enters.
The fort is run down. Seems like ti hasn't been kept for ages. It is broken down, and crumbled in some areas. It is all around wet, due to the location, and not being maintained.
There are some occasional furniture, but that has been ripped apart by animals, a long time ago.
Gathering some dry easily flammable paper scraps he found in a chest, and some wooden furniture parts, he entered a room witch was mostly dry.
Taking out a piece of flint, he began making a fire.
*Spark*.... *Spark*.......*Spark*....*Spark* *crackle*
Success, a fire was started. He fed this small flame, until it became a warming fire. Thinking that the place was rather safe, he decided to dry his wings as well. He did this by extending them around the fire, in a safe distance off course.
Doubting that he would find any forms of food, he decided to rest, so that he was ready to fly, as the storm passes.
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