Day 7: Esoteric Order of Bacon

Next deadline: Thursday February 16th at 11:59 EST.

Team Members:

Captain Itylhive

Itylhive offers to heal the guard with some mysterystuff, but the guard seems to think that would be worse than just having an upset stomach from eating junk.  The guard then seems to be confused why he would help out this strange person and not instead do his job of guarding the islands while relaying messages.  Was Itylhive actually King Daggerbeard?

No, it didn’t seem that way.  Ignoring him, the guard went back to doing what he did best – guarding.

While staking out his post on the initial island, a new face decides to escort some of the idle back to east.  Feral carries two bodies off to the east while Itylhive decides to carry off another two, his mysterystuff warning him that perhaps he should head away from this horrible island for the storm, noting that at this point the bodies were so idle they had lost pretty much all identifying features and therefore I don’t have to update the list of names.

Antiblematic makes his sacrifice to ۞ׂҾ┘ the Elder.  The ground swells and the sky darkens a bit.  You feel the ╞ὐἺ surge through you, and for ۞ׂҾ┘’s blessing you feel your [mysterystuff] increase greatly.  For his protection, you feel your [health] increase greatly.

Dutifully, parrotfanatic manages to finish the basic drydock, which would be perfect for building small and medium boats, and could be slightly improved upon if a giant sea-faring vessel was desired.


5 thoughts on “Day 7: Esoteric Order of Bacon

  1. Itylhive will improve upon the drydock slightly to make it fitting for building/repairing vessels of large size. He will spend the rest of the turn using his [mysterystuff] to divert the most dangerous weather away from the camp. [Goldilocks] in the meantime will help Feral with his weapon crafting project.

    • On second thought, he’ll just focus on protecting the camp from weather this turn. [Goldilocks] is still helping feral.

  2. Feeling the approaching storm in my shaft(feather shafts, that is), I instruct Evam Williams to aid Itylhive in his [mysterystuff] by soothing his focused mind with a song. Specifically, the anthem of the Esoteric Order of Bacon, which is so utterly unfathomable that it rewrites itself each time it is sung.

    I then continue to improve the Drydock, while the kidnapped idle huddle underneath its wooden arms of caring and rainbows.

  3. I spend the day attempting to hone the spear and harden the tip to a sharp point in the fire. Feeling the ill weather approaching, i attempt to secure some food and water and look for a cave, ditch, or other sheltered location to wait out the worst of the storm in meditation. I use any spare time i have to brush up on my spear technique and focus my combat training. Most of my memory is gone, but I practice completely out of habit and routine.

  4. Noticing him staring into thin air, presumable communing with powers unknown, I ask Antiblematic to aid me in my construction and safeguarding his sacrafi- I mean, host- umm… new friends.

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