Timestamp: 11th of Spring, 519 A.V.
Another day, another opportunity to continue making this map of his. Wearing his full set of armor which covered his head to toe, Vasin felt a bit confident. It consisted of Studded Leather Armor, Chain Shirt, and a Gambeson (Padded Armor). All of which was layered over one another. He also had over his head a nasal helmet with a draping aventail. His arms covered in splint vambraces and legs protected by splint greaves. Thick leather gauntlets protected his hands as a coif protected his hair from being tangled in the chain, as well as from blunt blows. On his backrest, a large wooden shield, at his hip was a scabbard which held his cold iron long sword. To the other side was, of course, his throwing ax, which he did not have the faintest idea of how to throw yet. Indeed, when he had purchased that throwing ax with the larger one he did so know he would need to learn how to use both. They were certainly not swords, and he was no master with that yet. Vasin would come to a stop, his chain armor having made little sound with each step.
Vasin finished counting his steps, having walked the east side of the park. Standing there he added up the paces in his head and decided that instead of getting himself wet and crossing to continue counting, he would just multiply it by two. Counting the numbers on his fingers he came to a rough estimate of how large in diameter the park was in paces. So, with quill in hand, he carefully as he could roughly draw a circle to scale with the objects he had drawn in the southern outskirts. It was rough, it was messy, but he was trying to list more places then that library map had tried. However, speaking of which he realized something after he finished drawing. His eyes slowly ran up the river off into the distance into the woods. He shifted in place, curious but cautious about what lay further up river. The library map stopped about here, going no further than the park. Looking back towards Sunberth he considered it a moment longer before looking down the river once more. What harm could there be? Vasin asked himself in his mind as he took one step forward.
Vasin started to internally count his paces as he walked along the river. Walking further up it then he had ever done so before. A little mini-adventure he figured, and one with little risk of him getting lost of course! Or so he reasoned as Sunberth would slowly but surely grow smaller and smaller behind him. Less and fewer signs of activity from people became apparent as he ventured further and further out into the outskirts of Sunberth. Having passed through the treeline he walked on the soft forest floor. The babble of the river kept him company as he ventured forward. It was rather pleasant, especially as he caught the sound of a bird singing somewhere nearby. The number of paces kept on growing higher and higher as he kept walking further and further down alongside the riverbank. The woods were not too thick. So long as he kept to the river he would be able to find his way back. Even if the trees to him barely took different from a close look. However, something unexpected happened as he walked. He smelt something. Coming to a stop he sniffed again. Food? He thought with a blink. Someone was cooking something all the way out here?
His stomach growled a little at the smell of food. How long had he been out? He shifted in place a moment as he tried to guess the direction of the smell. Looking to the river he noted the number of paces and wrote them down. Though he did not draw the river up, as he merely wanted to keep track for when he returned. He had been keeping track of bends as well, but he would spot them on the way back. Curious as to the smell of food, he decided to follow his nose literally. Walking away from the bank and navigating the woods he would venture towards this smell.
Another day, another opportunity to continue making this map of his. Wearing his full set of armor which covered his head to toe, Vasin felt a bit confident. It consisted of Studded Leather Armor, Chain Shirt, and a Gambeson (Padded Armor). All of which was layered over one another. He also had over his head a nasal helmet with a draping aventail. His arms covered in splint vambraces and legs protected by splint greaves. Thick leather gauntlets protected his hands as a coif protected his hair from being tangled in the chain, as well as from blunt blows. On his backrest, a large wooden shield, at his hip was a scabbard which held his cold iron long sword. To the other side was, of course, his throwing ax, which he did not have the faintest idea of how to throw yet. Indeed, when he had purchased that throwing ax with the larger one he did so know he would need to learn how to use both. They were certainly not swords, and he was no master with that yet. Vasin would come to a stop, his chain armor having made little sound with each step.
Vasin finished counting his steps, having walked the east side of the park. Standing there he added up the paces in his head and decided that instead of getting himself wet and crossing to continue counting, he would just multiply it by two. Counting the numbers on his fingers he came to a rough estimate of how large in diameter the park was in paces. So, with quill in hand, he carefully as he could roughly draw a circle to scale with the objects he had drawn in the southern outskirts. It was rough, it was messy, but he was trying to list more places then that library map had tried. However, speaking of which he realized something after he finished drawing. His eyes slowly ran up the river off into the distance into the woods. He shifted in place, curious but cautious about what lay further up river. The library map stopped about here, going no further than the park. Looking back towards Sunberth he considered it a moment longer before looking down the river once more. What harm could there be? Vasin asked himself in his mind as he took one step forward.
Vasin started to internally count his paces as he walked along the river. Walking further up it then he had ever done so before. A little mini-adventure he figured, and one with little risk of him getting lost of course! Or so he reasoned as Sunberth would slowly but surely grow smaller and smaller behind him. Less and fewer signs of activity from people became apparent as he ventured further and further out into the outskirts of Sunberth. Having passed through the treeline he walked on the soft forest floor. The babble of the river kept him company as he ventured forward. It was rather pleasant, especially as he caught the sound of a bird singing somewhere nearby. The number of paces kept on growing higher and higher as he kept walking further and further down alongside the riverbank. The woods were not too thick. So long as he kept to the river he would be able to find his way back. Even if the trees to him barely took different from a close look. However, something unexpected happened as he walked. He smelt something. Coming to a stop he sniffed again. Food? He thought with a blink. Someone was cooking something all the way out here?
His stomach growled a little at the smell of food. How long had he been out? He shifted in place a moment as he tried to guess the direction of the smell. Looking to the river he noted the number of paces and wrote them down. Though he did not draw the river up, as he merely wanted to keep track for when he returned. He had been keeping track of bends as well, but he would spot them on the way back. Curious as to the smell of food, he decided to follow his nose literally. Walking away from the bank and navigating the woods he would venture towards this smell.
