Poppycon

Avurak read the letter, clutching the parchment as he took a deep sigh, knowing she would be happy, yet knew how much she would miss her, moister slowly forming in his eyes as he folded the letter and put it away, blankly starring forwards as tears began to trickle down his face. "Be safe my sweet emerald... Be safe"

The Ichorian Trial of Survival Through the eyes of Caitlin The details might be a bit blurry, but I tried my best to remember everything as it happened, writing them down here. There isn’t much to say, it wasn’t the harshest task I’d faced so far, but definitely the most lengthy, though it took a bit of a toll on my body in the long term. First month: I ditched all equipment, clothes, tools and anything else that might conflict with the trial’s rules. Though I did grow some moss onto my back beforehand, hoping to keep my injuries closed long enough. I decided to go to a jungle, near Krugmar and Talon’s Port, since I was at least quite familiar with both the flora and the fauna. Not exactly the same as in Arcas, but it was close enough. Water as my priority, I spent my first couple days seeking a river, setting up camp nearby a small stream, using large leaves as cover, feeding off roots growing beside the stream, berries, and any insects I could manage to catch without too much movement.. Second month: So the wounds had closed at this point, and I was free to move around freely, using this to actually climb up some trees, which was a pleasant improvement. The fruits and eggs before out of reach were now in my hand and massively improved any problems I might have had with food earlier. I’d also gotten to work on some crude tools, a sharp rock and something akin to a bola, which was just two rocks tied to several vines I’d braided together. My shelter also improved, from just leaves to tying sticks together into some brittle but usable walls. It took a couple days, but at last I had a stable structure to keep rain out, and dry ground to sleep on. Third month: Well, there isn’t much to say about the third month, I mainly just foraged food and meditated, though I did plant some of my mushrooms around the routes I normally took, and after a couple days, I had clear markers so I wouldn’t lose myself. Turns out I’m terrible at throwing bolas, and I haven’t been able to hit anything but foliage and trunks. After weeks of failure, I tossed the idea and just sharpened more rocks, maybe I could use them for other tools. Fourth month: I don’t know how this escaped my thoughts, but I finally remembered I could make traps! I made them in my first trial of survival, I don’t know how it hadn’t crossed my mind. Trapping and killing small animals, be it lizards or mammals, was a welcome addition to the diet. I didn’t have anything to cook it with, but the taste of raw meat had become familiar a long time ago, so it wasn’t an issue. Fur was a nice addition, since I now could make some blankets to lay on, and the bones made for good needles! The rocks ended up just laying in the shelter, I only really used them to replace the previous ones I used once they went blunt or broke. Fifth month: I saw a couple hunters during one of my foraging trips, so I decided to back off. I wasn’t sure how interacting with others would affect the trial, so I’d rather just play it safe. Though the idea of hunting bigger animals did seem like something exciting, so I began to sharpen sticks, digging out a few small pits near places I often saw boars roam, and placed the sticks at the bottom, covering the top with a few leaves and dirt before placing some bait on them. Was just a matter of time now. Sixth month: A couple weeks later and not a single boar had fallen for the trap. In fact, I almost forgot the location myself and barely avoided falling in! I just dismantled the traps and stuck to the smaller ones. While not giving as big of prey, it sufficed. I’m quite sure I’d lost any weight my body could afford to lose at this point, but it wasn’t a problem of starvation. I suppose a diet of raw meat, fruits and vegetables can do that. Boredom became even more of an issue as I began to climb higher and higher, seeking the highest canopy I could find, looking over the rolling green oceans of leaves. Seventh month: It began raining one day, and it didn’t stop. The stream I stayed by ended up overflowing and I had to move further up. It was quite upsetting, as I’d sunk a lot of time into it, but with the small amount of time I had left, I felt like rebuilding it wasn’t worth the while, so I just spent the next few nights between branches of larger trees, using a blanket made of all the furs I’d skinned. The final days passed in a flash, and before I knew it, time was up. I dismantled any traps that were still active and marched out of the jungle, the trip itself taking around four days. But at last I reached home, and the comfort of my own bed! My body had changed quite a bit by the time I was done. Skinnier, but leaner. I felt more energetic, though also lonely. Isolating oneself for an entire year was probably the worst part, since I quite enjoy chatting with people.

IGN: Poopycon Character name: Caitlin Reg'Wir Which game(s) are you signing up for: Agility Precision Balance

We literally banned those names from being used for that exact reason

Tortles! We added that at the begining

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