Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2013 8:56:45 GMT -5
or, They Call Him Mr. Pig
(Note: Also attempting Mission 138- Stop the Great Boar. Would like to incorporate that into this thread, as I see no reason not to and it provides interesting plot/backdrop for character interactions.)
It was, even Saya would admit, often rather cold in the North Blue. This wouldn't be much of note if not for the girl's being a giant- the larger folk rarely had much issue with low temperatures, owing to their robust physiques. In this area, though, there were many of what might be called 'winter islands' and they were well and truly cold. So, she could likely count herself lucky that the first place she found herself landing after leaving Bumbershoot was definitively not a winter island.
She would not have been able to identify the place by name though. Lyneel did have harbors, only natural on a watery world, but none of these were where the giant wound up. It was just as well; her raft would have probably smashed a few docks if she had come to a harbor rather than drifting on the wind and current. Instead she found herself on a slightly sandy beach beside what looked to be the start of some grassy hills.
With a slight sigh, the giant stepped off of her simple tree-trunk raft (several of the trees on the edges still bearing branches attesting to her amateur craftsmanship) and turned, grabbing the edge and slowly dragging it up the beach. It wouldn't do to have the thing float away while she was on the island, after all. Once the raft was secured several (dozen) meters up from the tide line, Saya turned her attention to the large sack that occupied a good quarter of the craft's surface space.
These were her supplies (such as they were), and while she wasn't running low on food, exactly, it wouldn't hurt to stock up- and fresh water was always useful to have more of. She would have to bring the perishables with her, but some of the basics- the flint and steel, her cookpot, and a few other large things- could be left behind if she secured them.
That decided, she turned to the sand and started digging.
Some Distance Away
In the unfortunately ironically named town of Sowlion, havoc was.... well, reigning would have likely been more organized and slightly louder. But it was definitely present. With a thunderous crash, the fourth home of the day was burst into splinters by a massive creature.
This sound was followed by what ought to have been a surprising one: the (temporarily) happy grunting of a pig digging into a full trough of food. If, of course, the pig were something on the order of five hundred times the size of a normal pig.
Cowering in the farthest corner of Town Hall from the Great Boar (despite the fact that the creature was more than half a town away), the mayor turned to one of his advisors who was similarly cowed by the proximity of the immense swine.
"How long did you say it would take?!?" The rather rotund man demanded of his near-equally pudgy company.
"Quiiii!" Responded the round-nosed advisor in startlement before gathering himself and wiping at his brow with a handkercheif (checkered blue and white). "O-only a week, sir! News has to have time to get out to the capital and to other islands too! I'm sure the king or a bounty hunter or maybe even a Marine will get word of it soon!"
"A week is too long, -snrk-!" Came the half-grunted reply. "It's already been three days and that monster's toppled half of our town and eaten all our farms! Surely there must be something you can do-"
The demands of the rather helpless mayor were cut off by another loud crash elsewhere in the town, prompting a loud 'Buqiiiiii!' from the man in charge, echoed by the 'Squiiiii!' of his advisor.
No, things were not really happy in Sowlion.
Rising to her feet with a sigh and wiping one yukata-sleeve across her forehead, Saya smiled, looking down at the obvious (but large enough to be taken for a sandy hill) burial spot of most of her supplies.
"I think that ought to hold, ne, Theo? Our stuff should be safe here." She commented to the ever-present teddy bear hanging at her left hip. No response came as she dusted the last of the sand off of her hands, rising to her full not-yet-twenty-meters of height and slung her reduced bag over her shoulder.
"Time to go see where there is to resupply!" The giantess declared to herself (and her bear). "I -giant- want to see what there is to see here!"
And so she set off in, incidentally, roughly the direction of Sowlion.
(Note: Also attempting Mission 138- Stop the Great Boar. Would like to incorporate that into this thread, as I see no reason not to and it provides interesting plot/backdrop for character interactions.)
It was, even Saya would admit, often rather cold in the North Blue. This wouldn't be much of note if not for the girl's being a giant- the larger folk rarely had much issue with low temperatures, owing to their robust physiques. In this area, though, there were many of what might be called 'winter islands' and they were well and truly cold. So, she could likely count herself lucky that the first place she found herself landing after leaving Bumbershoot was definitively not a winter island.
She would not have been able to identify the place by name though. Lyneel did have harbors, only natural on a watery world, but none of these were where the giant wound up. It was just as well; her raft would have probably smashed a few docks if she had come to a harbor rather than drifting on the wind and current. Instead she found herself on a slightly sandy beach beside what looked to be the start of some grassy hills.
With a slight sigh, the giant stepped off of her simple tree-trunk raft (several of the trees on the edges still bearing branches attesting to her amateur craftsmanship) and turned, grabbing the edge and slowly dragging it up the beach. It wouldn't do to have the thing float away while she was on the island, after all. Once the raft was secured several (dozen) meters up from the tide line, Saya turned her attention to the large sack that occupied a good quarter of the craft's surface space.
These were her supplies (such as they were), and while she wasn't running low on food, exactly, it wouldn't hurt to stock up- and fresh water was always useful to have more of. She would have to bring the perishables with her, but some of the basics- the flint and steel, her cookpot, and a few other large things- could be left behind if she secured them.
That decided, she turned to the sand and started digging.
Some Distance Away
In the unfortunately ironically named town of Sowlion, havoc was.... well, reigning would have likely been more organized and slightly louder. But it was definitely present. With a thunderous crash, the fourth home of the day was burst into splinters by a massive creature.
This sound was followed by what ought to have been a surprising one: the (temporarily) happy grunting of a pig digging into a full trough of food. If, of course, the pig were something on the order of five hundred times the size of a normal pig.
Cowering in the farthest corner of Town Hall from the Great Boar (despite the fact that the creature was more than half a town away), the mayor turned to one of his advisors who was similarly cowed by the proximity of the immense swine.
"How long did you say it would take?!?" The rather rotund man demanded of his near-equally pudgy company.
"Quiiii!" Responded the round-nosed advisor in startlement before gathering himself and wiping at his brow with a handkercheif (checkered blue and white). "O-only a week, sir! News has to have time to get out to the capital and to other islands too! I'm sure the king or a bounty hunter or maybe even a Marine will get word of it soon!"
"A week is too long, -snrk-!" Came the half-grunted reply. "It's already been three days and that monster's toppled half of our town and eaten all our farms! Surely there must be something you can do-"
The demands of the rather helpless mayor were cut off by another loud crash elsewhere in the town, prompting a loud 'Buqiiiiii!' from the man in charge, echoed by the 'Squiiiii!' of his advisor.
No, things were not really happy in Sowlion.
Rising to her feet with a sigh and wiping one yukata-sleeve across her forehead, Saya smiled, looking down at the obvious (but large enough to be taken for a sandy hill) burial spot of most of her supplies.
"I think that ought to hold, ne, Theo? Our stuff should be safe here." She commented to the ever-present teddy bear hanging at her left hip. No response came as she dusted the last of the sand off of her hands, rising to her full not-yet-twenty-meters of height and slung her reduced bag over her shoulder.
"Time to go see where there is to resupply!" The giantess declared to herself (and her bear). "I -giant- want to see what there is to see here!"
And so she set off in, incidentally, roughly the direction of Sowlion.
