Flashback You're So Domineering

[Ialari Pythone]

When Ialari awoke the next morning, the fire had been reduced to a pile of lightly smouldering coals. It was early in the morning and the sun had only begun to rise. Although she was covered by the small shelter, she had used her bedroll the previous night for cleaning which left her laying on the hard ground. That combined with the events of the last day, left her stiff and sore. Standing up, she stretched, walked around and readied herself to meet the new day. Taking a few bites of a a trail ration and a swig of water from her waterskin, she looked down at her hands and rest of her body only to realize just how dirty she was. As she swallowed her food, she found her throat to be more than a little pained thanks to Androsia's powerful grip. Though she couldn't see it, she was certain that he had also left her neck quite bruised. It was then she decided that finding a good source of fresh water was a necessity.

Before setting off in search of water, Ialari went through her belongings and picked out a few things to take with her. Emptying her backpack and placing most the items in the retreat, she took took the backpack itself along with her flint and steel, waterskin, her portable poisoncrafting kit and first-aid kit. She took the dirty bedroll as well in hopes of giving it a good wash in whatever water she might find. She made a trip back to the wreck as well to retrieve the dagger that she had dropped. While there, she decided that it might be best to start thinking about what she could scavenge for later use. She didn't want to gather anything heavy at first since so with her dagger, she began cutting loose some of the old rigging and netting that hung in tangles all around the outside of the wreck. Knowing that she would be returning many times more in the future, she initially cut only a modest-sized bit of netting and a few lengths of rope. She coiled and rolled it all up and tied it to her backpack before setting off down the beach.

Aside from the dull roar of the sea and the occasional cries of the gulls that danced about the sand, the beach was relatively quiet. Ialari had removed her boots and carried them as to not get them any wetter than they already were. As she made her way down the beach, she stopped frequently to gather various shells that caught her eye. There were a wide variety of mollusk shells of all shapes and sizes. The exact creatures they came from Ialari had little to no real knowledge of but it mattered little to her as she scooped them up, brushed the sand off and placed them in her belt pouch. There were more than she could actually gather in one or even several trips but it was a fun activity that helped pass the time while she explored. The most unusual and fascinating find during her beach combing however was what appeared to be a partial skeleton of a large sea creature washed up some time ago, perhaps a whale or some other giant beast. She left it where it was keeping in mind its location as all manner of potential uses filled her mind; carving, ingredients for paint, indeed there were uses.

She had walked roughly 300 yards away from the wreck when she noticed a small, broken stream of water trickling past a few downed trees and rocks. It looked like it was coming from further inland which was a very good sign. Kneeling down next to the trickle, Ialari cupped a bit of the water in her hand and drank. The water was cool and fresh much unlike the stale water she had been drinking from her skin. Standing up, she looked to see where the water was coming from and found the smallest of streams behind the rocks and downed trees. A smile on her face and a drink of cool water in her belly, Ialari followed the tiny stream further inland.

[Ialari Pythone]

Following the stream was relatively easy as there were fewer trees near that part of the beach. The stream grew a bit wider and deeper the further she traced it back to its source. The trip in all took her a few hundred yards inland to a point not all that far from the retreat. There was a small pond fed by a couple other small streams bringing water from even further inland. The pond itself was set at the base of a small hill with a tiny waterfall dropping water from a short distance above. Positioned on the edge of the small forest that hid the retreat, the pond was surrounded by a handful of trees, small reeds and a mix of other plants. The search itself had taken Ialari into the mid-morning yet it was well worth the time spent. Removing her backpack and hanging it on a low-hanging branch of a nearby tree, she undressed and walked out into the pond. It wasn't very deep to Ialari's relief as the water barely covered her head at the deepest point. She could see fish swimming about in the clear water and the sounds of frogs and birds created a symphony of pleasant music to bathe to.

It had been too long since she had a real bath of any sorts. When she was done bathing, Ialari set to washing her cloths and bedroll before laying out on a fallen tree to grab a bit of sun and dry. Filling her waterskin before she left, Ialari took a few more moments to get her bearings. Though she possessed a keen sense of direction, such a sense was mainly used in the absence of light deep beneath the ground in the isur's subterranean environment. Above ground, while useful at times, the sense of direction was not nearly as refined. It was enough however to help Ialari find her way through the forest and back to the retreat albeit with a few slight detours that almost had her feeling she may be lost. As she traveled back to the retreat, she made sure to carve the rough shape of a hammer in passing trees to help her find her way back to the pond.

Once she arrived back at the retreat, Ialari decided that now that she had a source of fresh water and a source for building materials, that it was now time to get to work prepping the retreat for Dominion.

[Ialari Pythone]

There were a number of things she had to do to prepare the retreat for Dominion. Having already decided to leave the outside of the retreat covered in plantgrowth for now, she would need to ready the interior. Though she already cleaned the majority of the moss and refuse from inside, there were still too many imperfections in the stone to safely begin the Dominion process. There was also the matter of not having a door. Thankfully, both issues could be easily resolved with a bit of work as she already had the resources nearby to succeed.

In order to provide the best possible area to be dominated, Ialari considered the requirements. She recalled the first time she dominated a room and what she did. She would have to somehow paint the walls to help fill any gaps, cracks or blemishes. The paint would also help to smooth any uneveness in the stone. The ceiling and floor would also require the same treatment. Once she had finished preparing the surface, she would have to draw the lines and patterns that would harness and direct the magic itself. The lines would have to be perfectly spaced else it would not work. Thankfully for Ialari, her experience with the detailed work of magecrafting provided her a good eye for the details needed.

For the paint, Ialari considered what was available. White was the best color as it was neutral and made mistakes easier to see. That brought to mind sea-shells. The nearby beach was littered with them and if crushed, she could use them as a pigment. She could also use the animal remains she cleaned out of the ruins and boil them down for use as a binding agent for the crushed seashells. She could used charcoal from a fire to draw the lines and patterns and then of course there was the addition of her own blood to the mix.

If she could pull it all off, she would have what she needed to prepare the site and establish the focus for the magic.

So Ialari began what would become numerous trips back and forth from the beach and the shipwreck carrying scavenged materials that she would use to "renovate" the retreat. Returning to the wreck, Ialari surveyed what she had available.

There was still a rather large mass of tangled netting and rope as well as a good sized piece of torn canvas that had once been a sail. Dagger in hand, she first set to gathering the rigging. She was careful not to remove it all though and left some in place to help her climb and access other parts of the wreck. Although not a difficult task, cutting, rolling and coiling all the left over rigging was extremely time consuming. As she untangled and cut away, she also gathered any metal fittings she could find, rusted or not. Melted down such items may serve well in some repurposed form. In all the task of removing the rigging took her the rest of the day and into the late evening. There was enough useuable rope and netting that it took her three trips to get it all back to the retreat. After the last trip, the sun had already set and Ialari ached from the exertion. Too tired to set up the shelter, she gathered a small pile of firewood and laid out her now clean bedroll. After a few bites to eat, she went to sleep. The next day would bring the salvaging of wood from the wreck and hopefully a functional door.

[Ialari Pythone]

The next day Ialari returned to the wreck and began looking it over for useable wood. Most of the wood closer to the ground was too wet and rotted to be of any real use yet that still left a very large amount of good wood higher up. First however she wanted to find a good door. Going back inside the wreck, she looked at the doors on the lower deck. There were two of them although they were in fair to rough condition and their hinges were of no real use due to the corrosion. Still she removed them and set them aside. The best she was going to get would be the door to the captain's cabin. Entering the cabin the way she did the first time, she took stock of the door itself. The hinges were still mostly intact and the wood was pretty solid. Pulling the hinges free from the wall, she used some rope to tie around the door and lower it safely to the ground below.

The door issue covered, she now needed wood for framing. Although she was no carpenter, she did have a sense of what she may need to put a frame together for the door as well as any other wooden structure or furniture she may wish to construct. It would all be a trial and error effort however as she had never built much of anything out of wood before. She had an eye for construction though so she hoped that would be enough to see her through.

Understanding that it would be easier and safer to begin gathering wood from the "top" of the ship and working her way down, Ialari attempted to climb to the raised aft of the ship. Using a combination of open portholes and window frames around the outside of the captain's cabin, Ialari tried climbing her way up the inclined wreck. A few times she almost fell only to catch herself at the last minute. The fall itself would not be enough to seriously injure her but it would prove to be something of a setback, even if minor.

When she found a comfortable, stable position in which to sit and stand, she got to work. With her metallic hand, she drove her fingers into the wood planks to provide a grip as she began pulling the wood free from frame of the ship. The planks were thick and had to be cut into smaller pieces in order to move. Not possessing the appropriate cutting tools for the job, she had no choice but to get a little rough and throw precision into the wind. With her fist, she punched and chopped at the wood to break it into manageable pieces. When she had pulled away an acceptable sized piece, she tossed it to the ground and moved on to the next one. She continued the process for the entire day. When finished, she had a large pile of thick planks and beams with only a small portion of the wreck having been gutted. She then made several trips too and from the retreat with as much wood as she could carry. There was a good amount of ruined, wasted wood left over from her unconventional removal methods which she took as well. Dried, it would make good firewood.

Another day of work, this one much more strenuous than before, left Ialari passed out well into the next morning before she awoke for the next stage of gathering.

[Ialari Pythone]

Now the fourth day away from Sahova, Ialari returned to the wreck to gather the two broken barrels that remained. Though useless for storing anything long-term, they would serve well as basins to hold water. After returning to the retreat with the barrels, she decided to head back to where she found the skeleton of the sea creature. This time however, she rigged up a sort of sled using three of the thinner boards salvaged from the wreck. She tied them together with rope and attached a length of rope to pull it by. It was nothing fancy but it would serve its purpose. Arriving at the skeleton with the sled, she began picking up the pieces of the creature's spine that remained. The vertebrae were of all different sizes ranging from the size of a barrell to a size that could almost fit in one's hand. She placed them on the sled and continued to dig around in the sand a bit until she found a couple of rib bones as well as several smaller, less identifiable ones. When she had all that she could find and carry on the sled, she pulled it back to the retreat.

To occupy her thoughts during all of the salvaging and gathering, Ialari talked aloud to Izurdin. "Well, Father, it's been a long few days. I've gathered a number of things to help in preparing the retreat and I've gotten a great workout on top of it. I hope whatever I end up building will make you proud though. I haven't given as much time as I should have to refining my knowledge of such things. Even so, I hope you see fit to give me your blessing as I leap into this next venture." She spoke with him about her day, her plans, what sort of difficulties she thought she may encounter in construction and how she looked forward to returning to the Ukalas. Although she didn't expect an actual vocal answer, Ialari did enjoy the thought that the divine father was listening. He had in the past, that much was obvious by His extended mark running from her shoulder to her elbow so there was no reason to think he wasn't listening to her now.

After having gathered all of the major components for her project, Ialari took a break by wandering the beach and gathering shells. She would need a large number of them so she emptied her belt pouch and backpack of everything else and filled them with as many shells as she could find. The rest of that day was spent combing the beach for shells. When the end of the day arrived, Ialari had a few backpacks loads of shells piled up at the retreat.

That evening, Ialari gathered three long, stout tree limbs. Setting each a few inches into the ground, she brought the other ends together to form something of a pyramid shape. She tied those ends together with a bit of rope. From the wreck she had taken a dented iron pot from the captain's cabin; it would serve well for heating water. The handle, while bent, was still strong. Giving it a slight pull and tug, Ialari bent the handle back to a somewhat balanced shape and tied a rope to it. She then hung it short distance down from where the three limbs met. In the end, she had a functional mechanism for heating water. Piling a bit of wood underneath the pot, all she needed was the water. She decide however to wait until morning to gather it. Turning back to her actual camp fire, Ialari stretched out her bed roll and went to sleep.

The next morning, Ialari took the one of the broken barrels to the pond and filled with with water. When she returned, she poured some water into the pot and started a small fire. As she waited for the water to heat, she gathered some of less dirty, decayed pieces of animal hide from the pile she made of it. In her work with crafting poisons, she sometimes needed something to help bind the other ingredients together especially when forming pastes and gels. Cooking down the hide of an animal would provide a glue-like substance that would work well as a binding agent. Sitting next to the fire and slowly heating water, she used her dagger to trim, cut and shave the various pieces of hide into finely-sized pieces while collecting it all on a short piece of wood. There was plenty of hides to provide Ialari with all that she might need and more for the process though it took a little time to prepare. When she was finished with the first batch, she had enough animal hide shavings to proceed. She brushed the shavings into the pot and placed the battered yet solid lid on top. It would take a few hours for the shavings of animal hide to cook down so Ialari moved on to another part of the project.

She went over to where she had piled up the collected seashells. At her feet also lay the rock that the captain's ghost had hurled at Androsia. Picking up the rock Ialari also sat down next to the pile. Using a smaller piece of torn canvas from the ruined sale, she laid it out between herself and the pile of shells. She then took a handful of shells in her metallic hand and the rock in her off hand. She began grinding the shells between her hand and the rock. The result was a white to light gray powder that was collected on the canvas. The powder would serve as a pigment while the animal shavings would be cooked down into a type of glue. Together they would mix to form paint, the primary tool for preparing the inside of the retreat. A few hours later, when roughly half the water in the pot had cooked off, Ialari retrieved one of the cotton shirts she found in the captain's footlocker. She rubbed and stretched it over one of the broken stones of a nearby wall to loosen and breakdown the fibers. When she was satisfied with the shirt, she took the pot off the fire and removed the lid. Indeed the animal hides had broken down into a mixture thicker than water. Wrapping the shirt over the opening in the pot, she walked over to a small stone slab where she had laid out all of the metal bowls and cups she was able to salvage from the captain's cabin. One by one she filled each basin with the mixture from the pot. The mixture, pouring through the loose fibers of the shirt, was strained of any larger pieces of hide and debris that was left over from the cooking process.

Looking at the mixture in the various basins then to the pot and finally to the retreat, she realized she was going to need a lot more. While she had enough raw materials, she was going to need something to put it all in. Of course there were the barrels, two already filled with tobacco and tea-leaves, the other two broken but holding fresh water. It was then that Ialari had an idea. Leaving the mixture to cool, Ialari went back to the beach. She walked over to the rock she originally used to set her gear upon when she first thought to explore the wreck. It was roughly three feet across and three feet tall. It would be very heavy and while she could probably carry it back to the retreat, she really wasn't in the mood for such an effort. It appeared as though she would have to prepare the rock there on the beach.

[Ialari Pythone]

The isurian arm was an amazing thing. The mystery behind its very nature was something that even the most learned Sahovan wizards marveled at. Indestructible, it could withstand blows from sword and hammer alike. It could conduct and carry great amounts of heat without harming the isur. With less than a thought, the isur could cause their hand to manipulate wood, stone and metal as if they were nothing more than clay. It was this fantastical arm that Ialari used upon the stone before her. As her fingers made contact with the surface of the rock, the material parted as if it were as soft as mud. As she began scooping the stone from the center of the rock, Ialari couldn't help but marvel, as she had many times before, at the blessing that Izurdin has graced her people with. She pulled and scooped the stone with little resistance. As she flung the excess material aside, it was as solid as it was before she touched it.

She continued pulling and scooping away at the stone in a way that caused a basin to begin to form within the rock itself. Her fingers glided through the stone, shaping it and smoothing it until, after a half a bell or so, she had cleared out a rough basin deep into the rock. She then set to smoothing the interior, running her fingers over the contours of the stone, giving force when needed and shaping it as if she were crafting a pot out of clay.

When she was finished, the solid rock was now a large bowl of sorts. The hardest part finished, she set to cleaning up the outside of the rock; carving up the rough corners and rounding them. After almost a bell had passed, she had finished crafting a rather imperfect yet serviceable basic of great size. It's capacity was roughly 3 gallons and more than capable of performing the task she required. With the stone basin finished, she knelt down and dug her hands into the sand beneath the rock. The muscles of her arms and legs strained as she lifted it. Even with nearly half of its mass removed, the basin was still quite heavy. Still, Ialari was able to lift in and she set off back to the retreat where she would put the basin to great use.

When she arrived back at the retreat, she placed the bowl in the area she had cleared for work. She then continued her work on making shavings from the remaining animal bones and hides as well as heating water and cooking the material for glue. In the meantime, she also set to grinding more shells into powder. The better part of the day was spent cooking up hide glue and making powder. She used the newly carved stone basin to pour the completed glue in to cool. When she was finished, she had two complete hemispheres of glue which had solidified into a solid state and a large supply of powdered shells. With the day coming to an end, she decided to sleep and begin work anew the next day.

[Ialari Pythone]

The next morning, Ialari began again with her work. With a large amount of glue and shell powder at the ready, Ialari set to reheating the glue while pouring in the powder. She stirred it in, mixing it all together as the glue melted in the pot. When the mixture was complete, she poured it into the stone basin and repeated the process. She continued this for a roughly half the day until she had produced two hemispheres of solidified white paint.

With the paint complete and a healthy supply of charcoal at the ready, she readied herself for the preparing the interior of the retreat. With a hemisphere of paint in the stone basin, she set her hand in a newly formed fire. She continued feeding the fire from a small pile of nearby firewood until her arm was sufficiently hot enough. She then turned to the basin of solidified paint and pressed her heated hand into it. Within a few moments, the heat from the arm melted the paint into a liquid state. Then, rinsing her arm off in one of the broken, half-barrels of water, she retrieved her staff. She had turned it into a makeshift mop of sorts with some of the clothing gathered from the captains cabin bundled up and strapped to the end of the staff. She pulled the basin of liquid paint into the retreat and dipped the "mop" into it. She then began slathering the paint onto the walls. This was followed by painting the ceiling and finally the floor.

The painting of the interior took the better part of the day. When Ialari had finished, she examined her work and noted how the paint had filled in a number of the imperfections in the stone. Smiling as she had reached the desired effect, Ialari took a break for a bit of rations and fresh water. After her break, she turned next to the matter of a door. She had salvaged a good, strong, intact door from the captain's cabin complete with useable hinges and a latch. With some of the wood gathered from the wreck, she gauging the size of boards needed for a door frame. She fitted a few pieces into the opening to get a sense of size and then set to shaping them using the same qualities of her arm that she had used on the stone to craft the basin. As she cut and fitted the wood, she shaped the stone of the opening to accept the frame with as much tightness as possible. Again, it was not perfect as she lacked the proper tools to do it "professionally" but she still accomplished acceptable results. When finished, the frame fit into the stone opening relatively well. The few gaps that remained, she used what was left of the paint to fill in.

With the frame completed, Ialari attached the hinges and with it the door using a small number of salvaged, intact nails. She pressed them in with the force of her arm. After a bit more shaping of the wood and stone, the door fit quite nicely. As for the latch, she carved out an area in the wood frame and stone to accept the other half of the latch salvaged from another doorway within the wreck. The rest of the paint she had available was used to smooth out and prepare the door to accept the patterns and symbols that were to follow.

Ialari then gathered up a sizable amount of charcoal from her firepit and brought it into the retreat. She then retrieved her scrollcase and began pouring over the scrolls baring the instructions on enacting Dominion. It had been some time since she had read from the scrolls yet, as before, the strange writing became clear to her eyes as she poured over them. She noticed that, even though she had read the same pages before, they revealed new information as if they were adapting to her slightly increased knowledge of the discipline.

At the end of that day, she felt ready to begin the drawing of lines and patterns that would channel the djed required to activate the Dominion process. Allowing herself to sleep, she bedded down in preparation for a very long day or more of magical practice.

[Ialari Pythone]

The next morning greet Ialari with bright, late Summer sunshine and a slightly cooler morning. After breakfast and a bath at the pond, she returned the retreat and engaged in what would be a long, drawn out, delicate process of drawing the mystical lines and patterns needed for channeling djed. Charcoal aplenty, she started with the walls and carefully and with great attention to detail, began drawing the needed lines. Lines turned came together to form patterns on the walls. For the ceiling, she upended one of her half-barrels and used it for increased reach to draw upon the ceiling. Circles, precise angles and intersecting lines all came together slowly yet surely. She drew a number of elaborate patterns on each of the four walls as well as the door, ceiling and even the floor. Upon the floor she drew the most elaborate of all the designs; a cicle within several other circles baring intersecting lines that met at one point or another at various places throughout the structure.

It was as it was the first time she had done such a thing yet this time she had much more rest and more time to focus on what she was doing. There wasn't the stress and threat of unimaginable torture and death to occupy her mind. Instead, Ialari thought only of what it would be like to return to the Ukalas once more.

When she felt she had finished crafting the lines in a manner that would accept the vast amounts of energy required to open the doorway, she stopped. Clearing out everything from the interior of the retreat, Ialari left for the pond for several bells of bathing and relaxation. She waded through the water while listening to the sounds of frogs, birds and the wind and sea. She laid out on a nearby downed tree to soak the sun into her unclothed body. She spoke absently to Izurdin and even to Dira. To anyone who would have been listening, of course none were other than nature and the gods, she would have appeared as insane, talking to herself and in fact holding entire conversations.

Returning the retreat, Ialari slept in preparation for what was to come. When she awoke the next morning, she entered the retreat and took position within the center of the elaborate circle drawn upon the center of the floor. Now was the time.

Standing in the circle, Ialari cleared her throat then spoke the Oath.

"I stand here once again before gods and nature.
I have poured my sweat, blood and very being into the creation of this structure.
As I speak these words, I offer myself as its righteous creator.
This structure, my retreat, my home of homes, I lay claim to.
I vow that I, Ialari Pythone am the creator and at my hand and with my will,
I announce that this is mine and that I claim Dominion over it."

Ialari stood and waited while focusing every thought and ounce of willpower she could into the meaning of her words. After an unknown amount of time had passed, the lines and patterns illuminated briefly with a soft glow; the Oath had been accepted.

Closing her eyes now, Ialari attempted to clear her mind of all thought. It was much easier this time around than it was the first time. She focused on the silence in the room and on the various patterns she had drawn no envisioned in her mind. She was careful not to move from the circle while allowing her mind to finally drift off on its own with a small amount of direction in places. She envisioned the Ukalas as she had seen it before with the aid of Dira. She remembered the feeling of the breeze upon her face, the sweet smell of flowers and feeling of peace and oneness with her surroundings. Time passed without her knowledge of exactly how much as her thoughts were filled with the mystery of what the Ukalas was.

Then, something in her mind changed. It was a slight jolt that started in her toes and spread up her legs to her pelvis, gut, up her spine, down her arms and finally into her mind. Slowly she opened her eyes and her body went numb. A moment later the numbness was replaced with chills of excitement and accomplishment. Before her stretched a vast field of grasses and wildflowers. In the distance, an alien forest dwarfed by awe-inspiring mountains could be seen. Closer yet was a familiar tree with bodies hanging from every limb. Ialari saw herself dead many times over. The walls of the retreat had vanished and she was now standing in the center of her Dominion. For a moment, Ialari was filled with a bit of panic. She was in the Ukalas, in her Dominion but what if there was something wrong with the door she had crafted and the magic hadn't accepted it. What if she forgot to leave it open.

She spun around in place and looked behind her to where she had built the door. There, hovering by itself amidst the infinite grasslands of the Ukalas, was the open door offering a way out. Ialari then recalled her first time practicing Dominion back in Nyka when setting the trap for Amir Berliotz. A similar thing happened when she successfully dominated the room. The walls had melted away, replaced by the invisible barrier that set the limits for the Dominion. The door, allowing passage one way to and from the Dominion had to be open. If she were to have successfully dominated the room without leaving the door open, she would have forever sealed herself inside. With her simple grasp on the whole discipline itself, she could only create a single door. That door was one way only. It could open from the outside or it could open from the inside but not both. So with the process complete, Ialari raised her arms out from her side and smiled widely with joy.

"Father...I've come home." She whispered as the feeling she had missed for too long returned to her like a drug filing her body with infinite joy and possibilities. Now, in the Ukalas, she was closer to Izurdin than ever before.

[Gossamer]

The Fates Have Spoken.

Player: Ialari Pythone

XP:
Planning +5
Observation +5
Deduction + 5
Dominion +5
Investigation + 5
Rhetoric + 2
Interrogation +2
Scavenging/Salvage +5
Body Building +5
Persuasion + 2
Philtering + 5
Wilderness Survival: Coastal + 5
Climbing +5
Leadership +1
Endurance + 5
Acrobatics +2
Spiritism + 1
Meditation +3
Cleaning +5
Construction +5
Scouting + 3
Carpentry +4
Sculpting + 3
Painting + 2
Weapon: Scimitar + 1
Unarmed Combat + 1


Lores:
Lore: Dominion: Preparing A Sacred Space
Lore: Dominion: Passing From The Mortal Realm To The Ukalas
Lore: Dominion: Crafting A Dominion Door
Lore: Dominion: Planning A Dominion
Lore: Dominion: Reciting The Oath Of Dominion
Lore: Isurian Arms: Shapes Stone Like Clay
Lore: Philtering: Making A Strainer & Straining
Lore: Philtering: Making Glue
Lore: Philtering: Making Paint
Lore: Construction: Deconstruction & Reuse of Materials
Lore: Construction: Building A Door & Door Frame
Lore: Wilderness Survival: Learning One’s Environment
Lore: Wilderness Survival: Setting Up Long Term Camps
Lore: Wilderness Survival: Starting A Fire, Burning Debris
Lore: Scavenging: Supplying & Repurposing Found Items From A Shipwreck
Lore: Finding Fresh Water Sources
Lore: Constructing Homemade Paint
Lore: Spiritism: Being Possessed
Lore: Spiritism: Comforting A Ghost
Lore: The Layout Of The Forest Ruins (The Retreat)
Lore: Spiritism: Reasoning With A Ghost.
Lore: Spiritism: Placating A Ghost
Lore: Dealing With The Frustrations Of Survival
Lore: The Importance To The Present of The Events Of The Past
Lore: Reliving Deaths in the Past (Dira’s Gnosis Use)
Lore: Salvaging Shipwrecks
Lore: Identifying Piece Of A Shipwreck
Lore: Tasting Death On The Tongue (Dira’s Gnosis Use)
Lore: Scientifically Collecting Materials In The Wild
Lore: Wilderness Survival
Lore: Making Hide Glue
Lore: Battling a Chained-One
Lore: Killing A Chained One
Lore: Improvised Use of Environment
Lore: Saique Sailing Vessel Architecture (partial)
Lore: Captain Aaron Birewell & Birdwell’s Ghost
Lore: The loss of a vessel at sea
Lore: Beach-combing.

Extras:
A small dish of ooze
A barrel of dried tea-leaves
A barrel of tobacco-leaves
A pair of half-barrels (broken and repurposed)
A pair of bone dice
A tooth from a large sea creature
A ship's paychest (the contents are revealed in a following thread and are quite minor)
A collection of battered plates, cups, iron pot and various pieces of random battered cookware
A small leather bag containing a couple simple silver rings and a silver necklace attached to a small ruby (50 gm or so total value)
Captain Birewell's journal
A couple pairs of musty, sailor's clothes
A collection of metal fittings
A pile of cut lumber (varied sizes, shapes and condition)
A pile of tangled netting
A couple yards of sail material
A half-dozen whale vertebrae and two rib bones
A rough stone basin
The Retreat (A small hut-sized stone building with sturdy wooden door enchanted with Dominion. It is surrounded by various pieces of ruined stone that may have once been a part of a larger structure.)


Notes: First, next time could you please break this thread down into multiple threads because honestly in things like planning, body building, scavenging, etc I could have easily given you twice if not three times the amount of XP you received here. I know the main premise was gathering and crafting a place for your dominion separate from Sahova to safely pursue Dominion and a lot of prep work in it. Since at this point in the game with all your threads to be back graded by me in the next day or two, you only have 5 points, I'm going to count all this prep work as Dominion because in essence that is the reason you are doing so and that is what you are required to do in order to work dominion. In later stages of this magic you will need to be doing more actual dominion than just crafting a door and entering the dominion. It's also clear to me that you don't initially go through the door to enter your dominion, but do so through meditation... which is cool. But you must have the door to get out of the Ukalas. It's cool you added that to your thread because without that sticking point I would have assumed the door was to move in and out of the dominion... but if it doesn't exist you can't craft it etc... confusing but I think I understand.

As always PM me if you have issues.