Flashback Part II: The Unforgiving Strikes Back [Solo]

[Spoons]

48th of Spring 508AV
Mid-Day
Three Days From Pyconia

Taking a small sip off one of his skins Spoons found himself looking across an open meadow. Having no companions to spoil the beauty in silence that he had to himself allowed the pycon to just sit there and think. Three days ago he found himself without water because he foolishly drank it the day prior, two days ago he found himself dehydrated and in need of water... So, he constructed a make shift water entrapment using his tarp and some of the local foliage. As much as that worked and helped him out considerably Spoons knew his survival required water to be ready at any given time, he knew he had passed several streams and rivers and other various bodies of water on this mini journey of his and no trusting their quality decided on waiting it out until he set camp.

Now though, now he knew he needed something worth while as a source of not only hydration, but the ability to have water accessible. The water cleansing elixir one can buy at the shops and markets was more than Spoons could afford to pay out. He knew that the healers of the larger races boiled water for cleaning purposes, why wouldn’t the same principle be used to purify drinking water? Spoons was determined to figure that out, but finding a vessel to store the water in was going to prove interesting.

A nod and the six-inch pycon stood up, dusted of his hands and capped the skin he was sipping from. Hanging the skin back on his pack Spoons grabbed hold of his pole and turned back into the wilds that grew behind him. The clearing to his back and the trees before him. Starting towards the giant plants Spoons had plans to locate something he could utilize for that function.

Arriving at the trees Spoons looked at them, standing there looking upward was no good for the small pycon’s height. It was already starting to ache and he had no clue where to look for anything that may be of use to him. It took Spoons less than a tick to decide in not climbing the massive trees and instead resign himself to the ground floor. The moss covered rocks and roots proved to be loaded with things he could possibly use.

Four Chimes Later...

Spoons finally found something he felt was useful in his attempt to find a functional container for holding water in regards to purify, it was a hollowed out acorn, the inner meats were picked cleanly out. A slightly cry of excitement cleared his throat yet as he picked it up and brought it closer he realized that the outer casing was much too large for him to handle daily. Tossing it aside Spoons sighed, he needed to find something, anything, that was small enough for the six-inch adventurer to utilize. Once he found a container he could find something to plug the opening with and possibly, if he was really lucky, he could find something to carry it with. One thing at a time... One thing at a time.

A sigh rumbled from his lips and a swig of water later and the pycon was once again on his current mission in search of something. Syna’s rays have granted him the world’s best lighting for this job still. That was something the survivalist could appreciate at this current moment.

It was right then that Spoons found the most perfect object, the slow moving corkscrew of a shell bobbed as it’s current owner shuffled along at such an ungodly pace. It was a snail, and the size of it’s shell was exactly the thing he needed for this next endeavor. Hopping over rocks and climbing as fast as his packs would allow the pycon was closing in on his pry, the half-inch shelled creature barely registering or moving beyond the spot that Spoons saw it. Grasping the snail’s shell he yanked, it wouldn’t budge. The snail’s sticky mucus adhered the legless wonder to the rock beneath it, even if it wasn’t the creature itself that the pycon was after, he still needed to remove the creature from the object he was after.

Yanking hard again, straining a bit this time, the force of his motions causing him to slip off the shell and drop backwards, landing on his rump on the ground. “Petch.” He cursed, standing back up and staring at the snail, it was finally starting to move away. “I don’t think so!” He slapped his pole down before the snail’s movement, but the object wasn’t large enough to deter it any. Drats. Grumbling the pycon watched as the creature moved noting that it was able to stay adhered to the rock by its mucus excrements. My Gripping Resin!

Placing pole between his knees so it hung at an awkward angle before him the pycon reached into his body pack, first pulling out his tarp and then cramming his hand into the pouch that was the front piece. Fingers graced the edges of the compass and in an exclaim of success pulled it out, only to have it cut short into a scowl of disappointment. Tossing compass to the ground on his tarp. Cramming fingers back in he felt around, “No. Gods no please tell me its in there... C’mon...” Grunting and fishing around the pycon’s hand finally fell upon the jar’s top. Pulling the jar out the pycon held it up as if in victory before setting it down on the rock before him.

Carefully dipping two fingers into the concoction Spoons scooped out a small amount of the goo, it wasn’t a very pleasant feeling... It felt like snot from a sneeze of the larger races. Gross on all rating scales. Using the clean hand Spoons resealed the jar and place it and the rest of his equipment back into the body pack. Sealing it before he spread the goo on both hands liberally.

Once he was satisfied that he had enough gunk laid out on his hands Spoons grabbed a hold of the snail and yanked hard, putting his whole body’s weight into the task. There was a rather unnerving squelching sound as the snail found itself being slowly torn away from a solid surface. Having succeeded in that part Spoons was relieved, he now held a wiggling snail in a shell, the snail could be died and removed for all the wild clayman though, but he would rather let it live... Even if the snail did become a slug in the process.

[Spoons]

Contemplating the next bit of necessary action Spoons flipped the poor bugger over, peeling both hands off the shell as he set the whole thing down on the ground. The meaty snail had no way to run away, instead it was stuck there wiggling and writhing in front of the pycon who was trying to figure out how to remove the bugger from his home. Spoons saw no other way but to murder the poor innocent creature of the wild. It disheartened the six inch adventurer, but survival did come with a price.

“Forgive me First Witch, survival comes at a cost as I am sure you understand.” He whispered, taking his gaze to the snail before him. “I am sorry slow one. I am sure you understand as well.” Spoons picked up his namesake close to the bowl head of it. “I do hope Dira treats you favourly.” Spoons grimaced as he brought the curved bottom down across the being known as a snail. The wooden object smacked heavily and with a squelching sound as it connected with the snail’s body. Spoons had to turn his gaze as he brought the spoon down, the end result involved a loud pitch screech that Spoons nearly crumbled under mentally and a snail entrail covered spoon.

Dropping his wooden spoon turned murderous weapon to the ground Spoons dropped with it to his knees. The snail-scream he just endured was unnerving to no end. He had to pause and stare at the limp remains of the snail’s once breathing body. The remains were a mushy mess, entrails, goo, snail trail mucus, bits of dirt. It was undoubtedly the most horrific scene to date that Spoons had witnessed in his lifetime.

Shaking the thought of what he was about to do from his memories the adventuring clay man decided it was time to just finish what he started. Standing from his kneel the pycon grabbed a hold the decease’s being with bare hands, holding back the urge to regurgitate as he could feel the squishy innards. They were still faintly warm, the rays of Syna had warmed the being’s body thoroughly. Grimacing Spoons thought it best to ignore what he was touching at this moment in time, breakfast needed to remain down.

The task was a long enduring one, taking the pycon a full bell to finish the removal of the snail remains before he had a shell free of it’s previous owner. Now to just wash it and his hands. Water was once more needed, running water was much preferred.

Curling his arm around the small shell Spoons turned and started back into the woods, in the rough direction of home, it wouldn’t do the competent survivalist any good if he found himself further in the woods after being out here already for a whole week. It had been a long and eventful morning thus far for Spoons. Finding a moving stream of water was easy enough, he just listened for the sounds of the rushing water.

It was found quick enough, to his east was a small flowing body and the pycon had taken his being and shell to the source. Spoons set the shell next to him and knelt down to rub his hands vigorously in the water. The ice cold rush around his hands made them slick, he could see the discoloration of the water as he rubbed the resin away. After a few ticks Spoons reached for his shell and dunked it into the water, the rushing water filled the lovely conical shell. Yet, there was a second issue in Spoons current day.

With each bit of water flowing into the shell the shell gained weight. The pycon could feel the weight shifting and threatening to release the shell from his grasp. Speaking of grasp, it wasn’t easy holding a water laden shell under flowing water with wet clay hands. Spoons tried to pull it up, but the undercurrent was proving to take the best of Spoons attempts to thwart them.

Soon enough, with each struggling pull Spoons grip loosened and the shell slipped from his hands. Spoons watched almost in shock, as the shell drifted a bit down stream, following the current’s flow as it slowly fell to the ‘streambed’.

It took three ticks before Spoons realized his shell had sunk to the bed of the fast flowing trickle of water he thought of as a ‘stream’. “Shyke.” Standing and walking in the direction of the resting place Spoons watched as the water’s motions distorted his vision and whereabouts of his shell.

[Spoons]

Spoons remained standing on that faithful bank, staring into the water with his shell safely bathed in it’s rushing waters. Grateful it had sunk to the bottom the pycon wasn’t entirely sure of himself on how to get it out. Getting in the water was not something the clay man wanted to do, he knew he would probably sink, but he didn’t know how deep or if he was heavy enough to survive the sinking.Think Spoons, you can do this! So the adventuring clay sat on the bank, legs crossed one over the other as he thought about his current predicament.

“What if I suck in air and hold it? Sealing it within my body and then as my body required the precious commodity I can leak it out? Will it work?” He paused, it may just work. Standing the small sentient bit of dirt needed as much of his body available to hold air as he could. Pushing as much of his inner being to his legs up to his waist the small pycon was grunting, shifting his body to take on the necessary weight at the bottom, he had to survive this ordeal after all. The time it took Spoons to do that was unknowable, he wasn’t watching Syna gracing the world below her rays, the survivalist was more worried about his precious snail shell!

Once he had as much of his inner being in his legs the pycon was having trouble keeping his upper body upright, having shoved most of his weight and therefore redirecting his center of gravity downward. Taking in the deep breathe he required Spoons sucked in deep forcing the precious gas into his body, it ballooned slightly before he directed some of his weight to distribute around it, successfully forming a dome around the air, he could feel the bubble but was confident that his weight shift was enough to sink him without killing him.

Taking a second really deep breathe, the pycon then pushed his nose and mouse flat, mashing the openings so that they sealed over, thus sealing his second breathe in an upper chamber within his body. Guide me to safety and my survival First Witch. Without a second though Spoons allowed his top half to fall forward, with no support he just slumped forward, hands being tugged by the water’s current.

There wasn’t much more to it, Spoons body was pulled into the water as it pulled at him, luckily his lower body was too heavy to drag far and he felt the water tug at him as his feet connected with the muddy murk below the surface. It took the now underwater clay man a few seconds to collect his bearings and direction senses.

The watery depths screwed up the poor pycon’s vision, and that was a key sensory in directional bearing. After it cleared up Spoons could see through the frigid water’s flowing form the shape of his precious shell, it’s pointed end had sunk into the muck underneath and he had to pull out the petching object from it before he could take it above the surface and to dry land. Taking a step towards it was hard, much harder than the adventurer thought, it felt as if he was lifting three times his own body weight in just that simple motion.

With each step he took, the weight of his body dragging his foot down made the task nearly impossible, so he decided on the far simpler motion of just dragging his mass towards the shell, needlessly and carelessly pushing stones and debris from around his body as he plowed his way towards the shell. Not knowing how long he was underneath the small man’s body was starving for oxygen, so he did what he hoped would work, releasing a small portion of the top bubble of inner oxygen into his system Spoons alleviated the issue for the time being, his body relaxing some as it received the precious gas that fed his body’s ‘muscles’.

[Spoons]

Grabbing a hold of the lip of the shell Spoons pulled up hard on the shell, he could feel it slowly removing itself from the sediment it had settled in. Yet it wasn’t enough of a push to break free and allow the Pycon to take complete hold of it. Another yank and the shell shifted again, Spoons was getting excited, he just needed to finish the process and get the bugger free completely.

One last yank and the shell slid out of the ‘stream bed’, causing a puff of dirt to cloud his vision and the shell he worked to hard to retrieve started to make its way from the pycon’s grasps. A tighter hold on the lip of the opening proved to end that issue, yet the dragging it back to shore was going to be interesting. Spoons started to shuffle and drag his shell back to the shoreline, it was a gruesomely slow process, but at least he was going to make it alive. His body was aching for more oxygen and Spoons had to release yet another bubble of the precious gas into his body to relieve the growing strain. He nearly sighed with relief, taking in liquid before he realized he had sealed his mouth and nose shut purposely.

The shore was right before him, the shell was still laden with water, and the pycon just had to push it before him to get it out. Settling the shell on its curved side the Pycon pushed with all his might, the shell broke the surface of the moving stream as did Spoons’ hands. Soon the shell was completely out on the shore and the miniature adventurer was too. Releasing the rest of the oxygen in his body and unsealing his facial features so he could breathe normally Spoons gave a sigh of relief and looked at the shell that caused him all this trouble.

It was an inch and a half of bone like material, conical in shape with a tight spiraled edging. The lip of the shell was fluted outward, expanded just past the rest of the shell’s shape, it was how it sat comfortably on its previous owner’s body so nicely. Looking inside Spoons was pleased to see it was cleaned out, a bit of water droplets remained in it but with a quick flick of it to turn it upside down and the liquid found itself soaking back into the ground.

A smile creased the clayman’s face as he picked up his beloved shell and turned to his equipment. He was looking forward to a nice fire... Where was his stuff? Spoons turned in place. All he could see was the tip of his pole, but no packs. “No...nonono....” He started to run towards the pole, it leaned there on a nearby rock, yet he still couldn’t see his supplies. Slipping past the rock the pycon exhaled his fright as his packs became visible to his sight. Everything was still there. He laughed in his giddiness.

“Time to setup camp.” He decided, even though he still had time to start trekking back, but regardless he needed to finish his shell and see what else he could do to prep it for a life of use.

It took two bells to prep camp. He had to setup tent and tarp, dig a pit for his campfire and then gather materials for it. Settling in front of the pit loaded with starter material Spoons placed his flint and steel in hand and struck it close. It sparked, but unfortunately it didn’t catch as the wind decided to just then pick up and snuff out his first attempt.

It was fate it appeared that Spoons day was just getting started. He grumbled and struck again. As if the gods were picking on him the wind picked up again and the spark was killed off before it could take on life. Zero for two chances to get his fire started.

Standing the pycon tried to place himself in the direction the wind was blowing and tried once more to light his fire-base with his flint and steel. And the gods be damned they decided to shift and snuff out his spark once again.

[Spoons]

Spoons couldn’t believe his luck currently! Spring was on its way of becoming a brutal maiden in a house of pleasure, the winds were starting to taunt the pycon with each spark they snuffed. “Petching Hai. C’mon...” He growled through clenched teeth and lips as he struck the fluffy stuff in his pit once more with flint and steel. A puff of smoke emerged from the pit and Spoons let out a sigh of relief as he fanned it slowly. The smoke started flowing faster before the miniature survivalist saw the small orange-red beginnings of a flame.

The starting material was being eaten alive by the baby flame and Spoons knew it was time to add more denser materials. Pushing bits and pieces of bark and twigs into the growing flame then allowing it to consume the fuel before he added more to the fire. It was a tedious task and one Spoons was getting quite efficient at. Soon the fire was a living beast and Spoons sat back enjoying it. Syna had nearly finished her trek across the heavens and her celestial lover was soon on her trail. Eventually you will be reunited once more my celestial guides. A small graced the pycon’s lips as he turned his attention on his shell. It had a wide opening and he knew it needed to be sealed.

The smile Spoons’ lips soon turned into a frown of concern. Without a cap his shell wouldn’t be able to contain water, it would be a glorified and beautiful cup or bowl, nothing more. That just wasn’t what he had in mind. The fire was roaring loudly, the pit’s dirt was at one side as a barrier between it and the winds, which were flicking the flame left and right as they whirled around the mound. He still had three skins full of water for the last time he filled them and that was amazing for him as far as the Pycon was concerned.

Mud... Mud might work well. Standing he set the shell down in his place and stooped down besides the mound. Staring at it for a second he nodded “Yes.. Yes... Mud...” The survivalist muttered to himself as he pawed the ground him for his namesake. It wasn’t in reach... Spoons pivoted on the balls of his feet, ground cover crunching underneath as the pycon looked for the spoon. He could see its handle leading into the gloom of his tent, the flickering light of his fire casting dancing shades on it’s wooden surface.

It didn’t take long for Spoons to go and retrieve his spoon and returning to the mound. Taking a few handfuls of the mound and placing it in his spoon’s bowl the pycon nodded as he turned back towards the fire and his mostly empty skin and sat back down. Staring at the dirt the pycon opened his skin and slowly poured it’s contents onto the dirt, stopping after every few drops to mix with his hands. It didn’t take long before it was a rather thick and solid mass of mush, it loosely resembled clay but it wasn’t nowhere near as flexible, or as tasty I am sure. Satisfied with the resulting mass Spoons took the shell with the opening face down and pushed it into the mass of mud, once completed Spoons flipped spoon and all and grabbed a hold of the shell.

Removing the spoon from the resulting thing left a domed shape cap on the shell, a smile formed and the pycon placed the shell next to the fire, his hopes were that the mud would dry and form a nice seal and removable cap that could withstand heat. Confident that his task was completed Spoons yawned and allowed his impromptu shell with cap to cure by the fire, it was late and the Pycon needed some sleep before the day crept up on him.

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49th of Spring 508AV
First Light
Three Days From Pyconia

Spoons had been out in the wild around Pyconia for eleven days now. He had knew he needed to return home soon and thus rolled out of his tent and stretched out the kinks of his sleep. Tugging his clothing back into place the pycon looked down at his shell. A look of dismay formed as the adventurer took in the results of his previous day’s hard work.

The shell was unscathed, yet the mud had indeed dried out as was expected and he hoped. Unfortunately he could see that it was cracked and crumbling. The heat had done it’s job and then some. It was useless. Picking up the shell he watched as the mud cap crumbled into pieces and gravity did it’s magic. Kicking the dried clumps of mud in frustration Spoons turned his attention to the fire that needed tending to. Using the remaining mound of dirt the survivalist covered the fire bed of coals with it and then swirled it around before once more doing what he did three days prior... Relieving himself was a necessary action and the fire pit proved the best location to do it. It proved a needed for his bodily function.

Once completed the Pycon went around his camp and dismembered it, packing away everything before glancing once more at his shell and the bits of mud bits that found their way inside.

“I need to figure out a material to use to make the cap...” The sound of determination was evident in his voice. Without being sure of the drinkability of the water sources he has around him all the time the Pycon needed a way to be sure it he could drink it and survive. It was a matter of survival. Mud dries too much... Maybe I can uses something else? Putting shell on shoulder and py-pole in hand Spoons turned towards the direction of home and started off.

[Spoons]

The day’s start was disheartening enough, the cloud covering Syna’s warmth was the topping of the cake. Spoons’ day was miserable, he wagered he had a few more days hike until he got home and he needed to get his container finished. Food was also in dire needs soon enough too. He hadn’t really focused on eating, even though he ate during the dead of the night, Spoons was more worried about his shell container.

“What to use.. What can be used to make a solid top that won’t dry out completely in the heat of a fire?” Spoons chewed on his lower lip in thought, it was damningly annoying not having a solid solution. “Rock is too solid and I heard stories of them exploding when heated too much. Mud dries too much...” He screwed up his face as he walked. Spoons gasped and stopped in mid-stride.

“I got it!” Fumbling around his packs the survivalist removed what remained of his food source. Clay. It was firm enough at start to mold, he could let it sit in the open air and it would start to cure. Tonight when Spoons setup camp he knew he could set the whole thing by the fire pit and coming morning the clay wouldn’t be cracked. The fire just wasn’t hot enough to make it into terra cotta or ceramics. It wasn’t the last of his food rations, but Spoons knew he had to ration his food better anyway. “Two... Maybe three days left of hiking to return home.”

The pycon screwed his face up again as he started to play with the clay, heating up the substance in his hand as he walked. The adventuring clayman had a good idea of how he wanted to setup the finished product. It wouldn’t be too difficult to handle. Spoons knew there were vines and tree saps that he could use to create a sling strap for it. A twig pushed through the cap would allow for venting and later a drinking hole he could cap with a small rock when traveling. Pebbles were a silver miza a dozen out here after all.

Judging from the darkness caused by the daytime sky Spoons knew his time of traveling was coming to a shortened trek, it was getting far too dangerous to see and walk safely so the Pycon decided to take shelter underneath a small opening created from a previous season’s assault on the wild. It was a small overhang created by a flat stone that must’ve washed loose from a riverbed and a few round stones and timber that appeared to have petrified.

Hanging tarp on the opening of the little alcove Spoons was satisfied that he was covered nicely. There even was an opening in the back of the little hideaway where the materials didn’t quite connect, it was a perfect place to place a fire. Tonight he was going to sleep in warmth!

Clearing the small brush in the back aside Spoons left it in his night’s shelter, he could use it to start his fire. Dropping his belongings to the ground of the shelter Spoons left to search for the rest of the materials he needed. Stones to ring the fire, larger pieces of bark or wood for fuel, moss Spoons knew was useful too in a pinch.

It took a few bells to gather his supplies for fire prepping and such. Returning to his shelter, the pycon set the stuff down and walked back outside, something didn’t quite seem right about the placement of his shelter... It seemed a bit sunken and there was a small ledge of rock between his feet and clay... Clay! “Yes!” He sunk to his knees, ignoring what he was feeling was wrong and gathered handfuls of the nourishing earth, cramming a mouthful into his face he took his full hands of the material in the shelter and set it with his belongings.

Feeling forgotten Spoons prepped his shelter, first creating a ring of stones underneath the opening in the back of the makeshift cave. Putting the dry debris the survivalist pycon cleared away earlier into the ring he struck it alit. With no wind to stop him the kindling and starter lit with no problems, flaring brightly before settling on burning through the material quickly enough. Spoons spent time feeding and keeping the fire alive before he turned his attention to the shell and clay he found. Having saved a pair of twigs from his fire the Pycon set about making a cap.

The crude material was mouthwatering but Spoons knew he needed it for other things and he made sure he finished what he knew needed to be completed. Molding the clay into a basic dome shape that was slightly larger in diameter then the opening he wanted Spoons first inserted a twig into the middle of the dome clear through to the other side. It was a start of the process and Spoons knew that once the material started to dry he could slide the twig out and the hole would remain. Pushing the dome into the opening there was some resistance at first but then he felt the shell sunk snugly into the clay.

The same concept was there, it would dry nicely and once ready Spoons could pop the cap off and all would be well. The excess material on the sides were purpose. Taking the second twig Spoons snapped it in two and using the two pieces he pushed them from the curved top down through to the flat bottom, much like the center twig, and left them there. Tonight those two twigs would help keep the whole thing propped up nicely, tomorrow they would be removable and the clay survivalist could string a vine through it for a carrying strap.

[Spoons]

Spoons stirred in his slumber, his dream was filled with rustling leaves and loud snorting and sniffing monsters that go bump in the night. Skittering claws against stone were the marked noise that cause the six-inch wilderness survivalist to snap awake. He wasn’t just dreaming the noises, there was some massive creature, at least compared to him, that was trying to root out whatever may be hiding in this little alcove…

That hiding being was Spoons! Yet judging by this creature’s paw that swiped in the opening it was rather a scavenger beast. A nocturnal camp raider in search of food. The smoke from the fire must’ve given my position away? Turning his gaze to the small fire he could see it wasn’t a roaring fire like it was the day before, but it was still smoldering with enough fuel to cause smoking. He could also see that his top had pretty much set and it looked ready to be removed and filled with water. Well, that’s good.

Turning his attention back to the swiping paw Spoons paid attention to the frantic motions that ended and the paw was pulled out. Replaced by the beastie’s large eye. The unnerving gaze was enough to send chills of fear down Spoons’ back and straight into his nexus. Whatever was on the controlling end of the paw didn’t waste much time, it spotted Spoons and went back to pawing it’s way heartily into the alcove, its attempts to grab hold of Spoons had increased. Yep whatever it was it was hungry. Spoons knew he couldn’t squeeze out of the hole in the back above his fire pit. Nor could he leave the thing unattended for long. Well, he could, but the survivalist wouldn’t allow his moral being within to rest if he just left the embers glowing hot without any action. Hmm…. Looking back up at the hole and then back at the fire pit, he turned his gaze at the paw still scratching at the floor and sides.

It appeared the creature wasn’t trying to remove the walls or top, or it couldn’t. Which ever the case, those still existed. Spoons figured he had some time though before the creature got annoyed and start to try and force itself into the small alcove to feast on the little clay man. And Spoons just wasn’t too excited about becoming breakfast for the beast. Doing exactly what he didn’t want to do he grabbed at the rocks ringing his fire pit, using them to block the hole in the back, sealing off the smoke’s escape route only allowed for one of two actions. The first one would happen immediately. With the paw and arm of the beast blocking the opening the smoke didn’t waste much time filling the cave up. It was also causing dizziness in the Pycon.

He had to think of a way to handle this issue without killing himself. He thought about it for a bit. The smoke inhalation he was causing himself from this action was making the process difficult. That’s it! Coughing a bit he pulled, pinched, and mashed at his face, sealing up his nose and mouth once again as he placed a hand against the rocks he used to fill the gap above the pit. It was pretty solid but he could feel a few gaps of fresh air. Pushing and forcing two of his fingers into two of the gaps he could feel more fresh air as they broke the outer surface. Closing his eyes, both to concentrate and to keep the smoke from irritating his eyes Spoons focused his thoughts and clay form into a two tunnel system. One finger hollowed out , the tunnel he formed into his finger was lengthened and widened as it went into his body, once his nexus could feel the fresh air against it Spoons widened the tunnel to form around the nexus, a semi-permeable film of clay formed between the nexus and the outside world, he didn’t want to die from some small creature accidently smacking hard into his control center.

The second finger also formed a tunnel, yet this one he kept going through his body, underneath the tunnel that formed around his nexus and out into a cone shaped hole he pushed out of his stomach. Expanding the tunnel as if breathing deeply Spoons sucked in a large amount of air using the second tunnel that led through his body completely. Positioning his body between wall and opening of the cave, with smoldering fire pit in between the pycon waited. Eventually the beast would get annoyed and have to take another look…

… and Spoons would be ready.

[Poison]

Skills: Observation 2, Wilderness Survival 5, Climbing 1, Hunting 1

Lores: Using a Snail Shell as a Water Container; How to remove a Snail from its Shell; Killing a Snail with a Spoon; Moving underwater as a Pycon; Mud dries too much; Purifying Water by Cooking it; Making a Cap out of Clay

Notes: Let me know if you have any issues with the way I graded this thread!

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