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Cleon
Appearance
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Birthday: 18th of Fall, 503 A.V.
Birthplace: Sunberth
Height: 6ft3in
Weight 210 lbs
Hair color:Dirty blond
Eye color:Muddy green
Appearance:Since coming to Syka early in the Spring of 522 AV, Cleon has experienced significant changes in his physique. Because he has had access to a varied diet, exercise, and plenty of sun, Cleon has had a growth spurt of sorts.
Cleon looks much more his age now as he has put on more pounds to go along with the change in height over the course of the Spring. He is lean with a hint of muscle due to having spent most of the season hard at work to try and fight the nature of his curse that wanted of him quite the opposite. His skin tone has also transitioned from a pallid sickly color to take on a slight tan.
His scars have also changed. Where once they had marked the flesh of his back with reddish brown stripes, the lash marks have since faded to an off white color. The same can be said for the circular burn marks on his forearms which have become small marks that are fairly lighter than his natural skin tone. The deep purple gouge that wraps around the lower half of his left leg, starting vertically from the shin to cross down to the lower part of his calf is now a much lighter purple though it still aches significantly with changes in the weather. On his right foot where the first knuckle of his middle toe is missing, the puckered skin there has long since faded to be a lighter tone than the rest of the fair skin on his foot.
He has also started taking better care of his hair, washing in regularly so that he doesn't mind so much wearing it loose about his shoulders anymore, and in fact does so now most of the time. When he moves, there is more confidence in his step. He doesn't like to shuffle around anymore and averting his eyes when people draw near. He likes too look them straight in the face when he talks with them, and takes a small bit of pleasure in the fact that he has conquered his Spring ailments for now.
He still continues to chew his nails to the quick, but the rest of his fingers look significantly healthier than they had been a season earlier. His eyes too have changed as the whites around the irises are now clear.
Character Concept
While Cleon wouldn’t say he was a complicated individual, life has rendered him certainly more complex than one gets from a glance. He believes life is all just a roll of the dice, and that his luck in regards to that has been worst than most. This is not to say he pities his position. He has accepted his fate as being what it is, and believes this latest string of good luck is just a fluke and soon the balance will right itself. He only hopes he can get his younger sister Faye somewhere she can be safe and comfortable before it comes to that.
The events of Spring have significantly changed Cleon's perspective since coming to Syka in 522AV. Only just freed from his curse, time will tell what he does with what he learned over the course of the past season. One thing is for certain. Cleon met quite a few extraordinary people who had a significant impact on shaping who he will become.
Character History
From a young age, he suffered abuse from his father, and brother, and eventually was forced to raise his sister Farren who was a year younger than him. He thought it couldn’t get any worse than what he was experiencing at the hands of his family members but then they started to abuse Farren and Cleon’s perception of himself changed considerably.
He no longer held hope for himself that he was different, that he could get out of this life if he could only be given the opportunity. Cleon withdrew from the world almost altogether then, only staying out of loyalty to his sister whom he felt bad for. Day after day, the guilt mounted on his shoulders as he was forced to take on dangerous tasks to contribute to the household while continuing to suffer abuse at night.
In the end, it was no hope or opportunity that broke him out of this inward trance, but the birth of his youngest sister Faye. From that moment, he knew something would have to change, and it would take grit, and determination to do it. He started hiding things from his family in a little getaway he prepared in the mines, filching stuff over the next few years till he began to grow anxious for Faye’s safety as they started to order him to bring Faye out more to show her off to guests.
Then the opportunity came one night when it was only his older sister watching them. While she was nursing a drug-induced stupor on the couch, Cleon took off with his two younger sisters, robbing the place blind of the few valuables it had.
While living alone in the mines was hard, it was volumes better than back at home, and for the first time, Cleon felt an immense weight off of his shoulders. An that lasted all about a tenday when they’d finally sold off the last of their haul from the house to buy a mealy loaf of bread. The fear and anxiety crept in soon after as their need surmounted with every passing day, and Cleon and Farren were forced to take on increased risks. Cleon from stealing what he could, while Farren sold her body for scraps.
They reached a sort of uneasy equilibrium doing that, but it put an immense strain on them both mentally, especially when all three of them started getting sick from staying in the drafty mine. Farren was the first to break. One day she just stopped speaking, just carried on with her routine as robotically as possible. Eventually, she struggled to even get up out of bed, and Cleon wasn’t the most helpful in this regard. He resented her for not helping him support their little home in the mines while he slowly became consumed by guilt that he had somehow pushed her to this brink.
As weeks turned into seasons, Cleon was almost to his own breaking point when one day he returned to find Farren more chipper than ever and having gone out, and came back with a significant haul. However, he broke when she told him how she got it and just completely shut down when it came to her, refusing anything from her when she offered to put them up in a room. All because she had been marked by Nikali which was something just a little too much for him to stomach. He pushed her out of their lives, and for several weeks he did not see her.
Over that period he mellowed out somewhat, and came to regret his actions, but was too stubborn to seek her out so it would be another season till they ran into each other again. Only it was left him more bitter as the meeting was brief and left him feeling more guilty than ever. For she had sold herself into the service of some merchant, and had given them nearly the entire purse. He took it, though he hated himself for it, because it was a substantial amount of miles, enough to see him and Faye well away from the city that seemed to breed misery. He didn’t say goodbye to Farren. Didn’t say I love you. Just closed the door and got him and Faye out of there as fast as possible, hitching a ride on the next caravan to leave the city.
Although it was a large sum, they lived miserly on the road as Cleon didn’t expect it to last, and it didn’t. Days turned over to weeks, to seasons as they crossed the suvan from Syliras.
It was there he got himself into a spot of trouble when he caught a sailor manhandling Faye to get her out of a restricted area on the ship. Naturally, he tried to attack the man and promptly got put into his place. They dumped them off in Kenash after punishing him his due throughout the last leg of the trip, and there he had to spend even more money to get them out as soon as possible as life there didn’t look much different to Sunberth and was basically untenable when the crew spread the word about them.
Cleon overpaid to get them out and on towards Riverfall where they hunkered down through the Winter while he figured out their next step. He should have been happy where he was, Riverfall was safe enough, but perhaps there was a little bit too much ego involved as he just couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that overcame him being around all of those giant men. So comes Spring, they took the first ship out to Syka, where Cleon hoped desperately to start a new life for him and Faye.
Gnosis
1st mark of Oceanus by Laviku
Gnosis Story
Cleon wanted to shank the man that recommended he take the trip from Syliras to Kenash by sea. While their travel overland to Syliras from Sunberth had been hard and grueling, the journey over the sea had all that in combination with them being restricted to too tight quarters, and smelling constantly of his own sick ups those first long few days. He wouldn’t of course, but oh how he very much wanted to as he leaned over the railing, trembling from the effort of just having spewed the remainder of his breakfast over the side of the ship.
It was a gray morning, which suited his mood perfectly. As the overcast sky whipped by, and the dark bluish-green of the sea slapped at the bow, he thought about where they were headed. Not in the immediate. Kenash was nothing to him, and besides, it was far too close to Sunberth for his taste. No, he wanted to get as far away from that place as this money would take him. To spend it all getting there, and maybe, just maybe stop feeling guilty about using this money in the first place though he wasn’t holding any vigils on that account.
No, certainly not. Guilt, anxiety, and fear had been his bedmates from the start and they were not about to leave him alone now.
He pressed his weight against the railing where his arms rested until the pain started to radiate up his forearms until he winced. It was not enough to even blunt the inner turmoil that swirled within him, but it was a distraction however fleeting, a distraction was something he found himself craving constantly on this journey of theirs where there was nothing really to do but wait for someone to take you somewhere. Cleon had spent so much of his life striving to survive on scraps that this experience was entirely alien to him, and not altogether comfortable.
He needed to do something but the only things he knew how to do would get him in trouble with the crew. So he waited, gambling that somewhere down the line of the journey they’d find somewhere that they could make a home for themselves. His sister Faye deserved some kind of stability and comfort even if he didn’t. He was determined to find such a place before his luck caught up with him.
“You need to get below decks before a swell takes you off the deck. Take a bucket if you need to, but get to your quarters now.” A man said from somewhere behind and above him, and Cleon immediately took the voice for the captains for the man had an accent altogether different from the crew. That was to say, his voice had an almost somber melodic quality to it, and he pronounced his words low and slow. Combined with the tawny color of his skin, Cleon dared to think that this man was not from hereabouts but perhaps a place as far as the one he was currently seeking.
He didn’t judge the man too much for this, although he had at first regarded him with a healthy amount of distrust given his apparent foreignness. However, the man had been naught but kind to him and his sister, even going so far as to gift Faye a little trinket that had kept her occupied ever since. So the man was alright in his book. Alright enough at least for a man that persisted to order him about like a dog, but Cleon didn’t have much choice in the matter where that was concerned.
He went below decks without another word, navigating his way through the narrow confines of a packed cargo hold until he got to the very back where they had been tucked away for the voyage. In a small two-by-one space enclosed by several heavy crates a hammock was strung, and underneath his little sister was playing the sparkling piece of green glass that hung off of a piece of twine wrapped around her neck. The gift as it were was simple, but oh how she looked at it with affection that spread into a widening smile when she looked up to see him.
It was as if she didn’t recognize his haggard appearance when she saw him, but only the essence of who he was to her. She looked at him as if he was a protector, and that broke his heart every time, but he did not let that touch the smile he feigned for her as he bent at the knees and placed the empty wooden bucket off in a corner where no doubt he would need it soon.
“How are you doing little Fae?” He asked softly, barely heard over the groan of the ship's boards and the dull murmur of dozens of people talking throughout the sloop.
Faye bit her lip nervously, looked down then up again, then fidgeted with the linen drawstring of her gray cloak. “I’m good, a bit hungry.” She said in a small voice that was tense with worry. She didn’t like the ship too much either, but this was more than that he knew, and felt once more he was the cause of this unease. He widened his smile unnaturally though he was careful to keep his lips mostly closed as he was self-conscious of his teeth even with his sister.
“Almost time yes, but I brought something to tide you over in the meantime.” He said, continuing to whisper which was practically talking normally in these boisterous confines. From his front pocket, he drew a strip of dried meat. He didn’t know what kind, only that it was palatable if a bit over salted. Faye took it from him gratefully, though she hesitated to take a bite until he nodded at her and gestured for her to continue with his hands.
“Don’t worry, I’m all full.” He reassured her as his belly rumbled. “This is just me digesting some of the meat the captain gave me topside.” His smile cracked, but Faye was looking down at her piece of glass again, rolling it between her delicate fingers.
“Do you think we’ll be there soon?” She asked hopefully, not looking up.
“I know we will. Then we’ll be that much closer to the home that awaits us.” Cleon said.
“Can you-” Faye started to say before she started coughing, great hacking gasps that made her clutch her chest. Cleon did his best to do what he always did on such occasions which were becoming more and more frequent. He moved over to rub her back, patting it gently until she stopped coughing and leaned against him without a trace of energy.
“What were you going to say, Faye?” Cleon asked after several moments had passed.
“Can you tell me again what it will be like when we get there,” Faye asked weakly.
“Oh you’ve had to have heard this a dozen times already, but here it goes. As the sailor said, there will be warm white sand, beautiful turquoise water, and fresh fruit growing everywhere as far as the eye can see. Certainly, more than you could ever eat in a lifetime. They will help us to build a house there, a place we can make into a proper home, where we never have to worry about where our next meal is coming from and where we each have our own warm bed. It's going to be beautiful, just you wait and see.” He said and looked over and saw she was asleep, a piece of half-eaten jerky still in her hand.
Gently, he looped his arms under her knees, and then across her back before bracing himself against the wood and pulling her up with some effort. She was barely forty pounds, and yet he still struggled as he wasn’t much more than skin and bones himself. By all that is good in the world though she didn’t wake up as he jostled her into the hammock, and then gently folded her hands over her stomach where he replaced the piece of jerky that had fallen on the ground.
As he heaved for breath, he felt a familiar tickle at the back of his throat and walked a short way before hacking up a cough into his hand. Scarlet red spittle stared back at him. He blinked at it several times, nodded at nothing in particular then wiped it off on the back of his trousers before returning to their little cubby where he made himself as comfortable as he could underneath the hammock.
He woke up sometime later a little more battered and bruised from his fitful sleep rolling between the crates and the hull of the ship. Cleon felt full of piss and vinegar, so he rolled out of his makeshift bed and went to go piss off the side of the ship. The wind was frothing up the waves something fierce now but the sky was still the same milky grey it had been before. Cleon had to loop his arm through the railing to hold on as he took his piss, and hunched over as he was he almost thought it was raining till he realized the wind was blowing droplets of piss back at him.
Practically fuming, he had half a mind to dunk his face into one of the water barrels, but he knew the captain kept a stiff watch on those so he mopped up what he could off of his face with the edge of his cloak which was still crusty from wiping this morning’s sick. It made him want to scream. To rip off his clothes. To do anything other than what he did which was be a good little sheep and meekly find his way back below decks before the captain caught him up here again. He had to keep reminding himself that he was doing this for Faye as he made his way down.
As he neared their hammock, he noticed a bit of a commotion back there and started to pick up the pace as he slipped between passengers and crew alike. As he drew closer, he was able to make out what was being said, and more importantly, see a large man blocking the entrance of their little room.
“-An where erer did a sneaky little bilge rat like you get a necklace like that. Moreover, how’d you afford this trip in the first place? Snuck in? Cause none of these others will claim you.” The man groused, and as Cleon edged around he saw that the man was holding his sister by the wrist a good few feet off the ground.
He didn’t think past that. Pushing past another man that was just enough in his way, Cleon wound his leg back and kicked squarely between the man’s legs from behind. It succeeded in getting him to drop Faye, but instead of him buckling over so Cleon could get a shot at his face, the man whirled around and punched him squarely across the jaw. Suddenly he was falling straight onto his back, legs stiff as boards as the world spun and blood filled his mouth.
There was no pain, not yet, just the hazy recollection of being lifted up, and a fist coming straight between the eyes before it all went black. When he came to next they were wrapping a thick towing rope around his wrists, looping it around in a tight figure eight as they stood at the back of the ship, topside now. He could smell the ocean mixed with his own blood, and the fetid smell pouring out of the sailor’s mouth that hovered over his face while he made the knot secure.
“There, let's see if the rat can swim.” The man said with a dark smile as he hauled Cleon up to his feet, then almost mockingly, place him gently on the railing. Behind him, he could hear the hiss of water as it tumbled up from underneath the ship, and his fear washed everything else away as what color he had was quickly drained from his face. “But first, let's give the sharks a little taste.”
The man produced a knife which he drew up before Cleon’s face and he found that he couldn’t move a muscle to stop it as his heart hammered in his chest. He prayed that it would be swift, and flinched as the cold steel touched the inside of his left nostril. In jerking back he felt a brief sting that was overshadowed by tumbling head over heels into the water below.
The cold was the first thing to envelop him as he struggled to register up from down till he was jerked to the surface several moments later when the line went taut. He came up sputtering, but not for long before he twisted along with the rope, ducking his head back underwater, and filling his mouth with salty water. Oh, petch, he breathed some of it in, and his body started seizing as he turned and turned, out of the water, then back under, out, under.
Something slipped or snapped. His wrists were free and just as suddenly he was no longer being pulled through the water although he was still being rocked by waves as he sputtered to keep afloat midst wracking coughs to regain his breath.
“You are far from home son of Sunberth” A deep voice called out to him from the sea, breaking him from his panicked struggle briefly before he disappeared back under the water. Then something lifted him from up under, its flesh as hard as a rock only it rippled against him as it navigated through the water.
Instinctually, he grabbed at the fin it presented and was promptly carried against the current in what felt like bobbing strides. It was a strange sort of creature, with a nose that looked a little like the end of a broom and a hole in the top of what he could only consider as its head. Its appendages.. fins? Looked like solid little ship sails made of flesh that was hard to the touch.
Whatever it was it didn't seem to mind him holding onto it like a drowned rat, but then it occurred to him to ask what was that voice he had heard, and he looked to the dolphin slightly horrified.
"Look around, Cleon." The voice said again, most certainly not coming from the dolphin but to his left and as he looked he saw a man that seemed to come from the sea itself and had no problem keeping up with the pace of the dolphin though he wasn't doing any swimming from what Cleon saw.
"Who are you?" He asked, biting his tongue as the words left his mouth, considering rightly so that he might just have had given his soul away to a wizard when something simpler and much more understandable came out of the being's mouth.
"I am Laviku and you are in my domain. I first knew you as a boy on the shores of the outer suvan, and nowhere you have crossed to the inner. Why?" He asked.
Laviku did not strike a chord with Cleon beyond a distantly remembered recollection of some sort of a ritual the sailors conducted at the start of their voyage. They seemed to place a good deal of reverence on that name which meant.. Cleon swallowed hard as he remembered the significance.
"I.. I.. I'm just trying to make sure my sister enjoys a better life than I had growing up. I'm sorry that I didn't join in with their prayers. I didn't know the words and they were all speaking so fast in that strange accent of theirs, and.."
"If I held a grudge upon you for that, do you think you would be here now being taken back to your ship on the back of one of my creatures? Please, be still and listen, and all will be well I promise you." His voice reverberated through Cleon's bones, and he trembled though if from the cold or the power it was hard to tell, but if he was being honest, it was a little bit of both.
"You have lived by the sea all of your life but have never tread my waters, never given offerings or said any prayers and all that is to say it is fine because you were ignorant of my existence. Sunberth is far from the most enlightened of cities, and your upbringing likely left you more bereft than most.
All the same, I have taken pity on you this day, in part because of the actions of your sister whom you swear to protect. When she saw you go overboard, she threw her necklace overboard, that thing that was most precious to her, and guess who's name was on her lips when she prayed to me for succor. Not her own, but yours.
So here I am, and I will bring you to your ship because your plight has touched me. In return, you will remember my name whenever you return to sea, pray and give tithes like the rest of them. I will be watching you son of Sunberth." The man said as he reached out and brushed his fingers across Cleon's left forearm.
Something bright blossomed there, a circle of waves endlessly crashing into each other before his very eyes. When he looked up the man was gone, and in his place with the enlarging silhouette of the ship.
Once they were astride it, chance had it the Captian caught sight of him and threw a thick rope overboard.
Cleon nodded and reached out through the water, splashing a few times till he finally wrapped the thick rope around his arm before letting go of the dolphin and grabbing it with the other. Hastily, he scrambled up the rope before the ship could pull him under as he’d seen it so often do to a stray piece of flotsam. It took nearly everything he had, but one after the other he managed to scramble up that rope although his hands were properly blistered by the time he managed to clamber over the edge of the rail and roll onto the deck.
Rolling onto his back onto the first solid thing he felt in what seemed like forever, Cleon almost wanted to sob with joy but refrained from doing so as he rolled onto his belly and peeked over the edge, but was long gone. Tired, he rested the side of his face against his hands as he muttered a quick thank you to Laviku and briefly closed his eyes until someone prodded him with the edge of his boot.
“Didn’t I warn you about going overboard.” The captain spoke from behind him, and Cleon took in a deep breath before pulling himself up to his feet. As he stood there trembling before the man, not knowing just what he was going to say, the man wrapped a thick wool blanket around him before taking a step back to look him up and down, narrowing his eyes after a moment. “Good thing you thought to grab a rope. Now stay off my deck unless it's an emergency, got it?” The captain asked coolly and Cleon nodded, but there was something in his eyes that told him that there was more to it than just that, but Cleon wasn’t going to be the one to air that dirt out.
He didn’t need to be told something twice. He went down below without a word, or almost did but hesitated at the ladder that lead below decks.
“Thank you, Captain. I’ll get this back to you as soon as it's dry.” Cleon said gratefully, and the captain just waved him off, spitting a luge over the side of the railing before going back to steer the ship. For the rest of the trip, Cleon didn’t say a word and stayed the petch away from the man he’d kicked in the balls. In fact, he didn’t leave that corner at all unless he had good reason to, and then he took his sister Faye with them. When they finally made port in Kenash, Cleon promptly found the next ship set to leave and further them along their trail.
His encounter with Laviku gave him much to think about, not the least of which was the waves that now pulsed animatedly across his forearm as they crept their way up. It was a mark that had the immediate effect of setting the ship a buzz with gossip which he mostly stayed out of below decks. Aside from that obvious concern, their meeting and his little spill into the water had left a profound impression on him in regards to the journey they were taking. It was just as dangerous and as much of a gamble as every day in Sunberth had been, but more importantly, he was more confident than ever that it was worth the risk if it meant some kind of peace at the end road. He had a good idea that this was not the last bet he was ever going to make, and he was for petch sure that he wasn't going to miss giving Laviku his due respect in the future.
Language
Fluent Language: Common
Poor Language: Tukant
Skills
Lores
LOCATIONS:
Syka: Dock & Settlement Layout
Panacea: Place Of Healing/Location/Free
Syka: Syka Commons Community Core
Syka: Swing Beach
Children’s Pavilion: Location & Appearance
Syka: Estuary Cave
Swing Beach, Tidepool Bar, and Tar Pits Location
Syka: Dovecot & Storm Shelter
Location Syka: Banana Grove
Location Syka: Community Pool location
Syka: Mathias’ place location
Syka: Kihala’s Shrine – Location & Appearance
Syka: Has An Inn/Location
Ride the waves surf shop: Location & Appearance
Protea Inn: Location & Appearance
Uta’s Place: Appearance & Location
CULTURAL:
Syka: Profusion Of Food
Syka: Other Children Came From The Veronica This Season
Syka: Tents Better Than Sunberth Tents
Syka: Birds Speak Within Syka Due To Eywaat’s Statue
Syka: Settlement Turns Out To Unload Ship/Cook BBQ
Syka: Barter System
Children’s Pavilion: Where Faye Can Go To School
Swing Beach: Can Camp There
Syka: Offers Business Loans
Syka: No Market
Community Pool: Good place to go practice swimming
The sea: Threat of riptides and sharks early spring
Leaving a gift for the innkeeper
Syka: Waste nothing
ASSOCIATES:
Captain James: Appearance & Mannerisms
Juli: Runs Mercantile Syka: Dress Code Is Casual
Faye: Start Of Black Lung – Will Clear With Cough Syrup and Fresh Air
Mathias Place: Fishing Nightly
James: Will Bring Back Requests From Trade Trips
Buraga: Ranger of Syka – Will Play Tour Guide
Randal: Appearance & Mannerisms
Randal: Cursed with bestial features
Randal: Enjoys surfing
Matthias: Appearance & Mannerisms
Matthias’ Place: Location & Appearance
Matthias: Well traveled
Matthias: Enjoys fishing
Nora: Appearance & Mannerisms
Nora: Interested in Surfing
Lexi: Appearance & Mannerisms
Brea: Appearance & Mannerisms
Lexi: Sharp wit
Lexi: Lived on the Cyphrus
Lexi: Clever and manipulative
Indigo: Appearance & Mannerisms
Indigo: Saved Cleon from drowning
Julian: Has been to Ravok
Julian: Appearance and mannerisms
Julian: Dislikes Cleon
Luke: Appearance and mannerisms
Luke: Loves to swim
Kelton: Appearance and Mannerisms
Luke: Good swimmer
Lexi: Worried about slavers
Lexi’s secret: Actually eighteen
Luke: Can sense mind reading
Brea: Thinks Randal is her father
Kelton: Doesn’t trust Sykans
Kelton: Dislikes Lexi
Kelton: Likes Brea
Julian: Thinks he has an STD
Julian: Dislikes Randal
Brea: Is an Eypharian
Luke: Laviku’s son
Luke: Sent to watch what happens to Syka by Laviku
Luke: Hates Kyle
Lexi: Kissed Cleon first
Lexi: Huge flirt
Relationship Lexi: Intimate partner
Buraga: Appearance & Mannerisms
Kyle: Doesn’t think like a child
Kyle: Full of himself
Dalton: Appearance & Mannerisms
Dalton: Afraid of being noticed
Dalton: Afraid of being enslaved
Axim: Appearance & Mannerisms
Axim: Compassionate towards Dalton
Axim: Familiar with alcohol abuse
Tori: Appearance & Mannerisms
Darcy: Marked by Laviku
Uta: Appearance & Mannerisms
Uta: Bargaining information for experience
Uta: Theory about the Guidebook
Luke: Gifted 200 gm
Randal: Disappointed about Cleon’s self control
Indigo: Doesn’t hold a grudge against Cleon
Zayne: Potential source of magical advice
Ducan: Potential source of magical advice
Indigo: Gifted Cleon a spiral charm
Indigo: Cleon owes her a huge favor now
RELIGION:
Eywaat: Demigod of Birds
Rak’Keli: Goddess of healing & health
Rak’Keli: Favors the honest and caring
Rak’Keli: Her followers are kind and heal everyone
Syna: Goddess of the sun
Syna: Followers are passionate and extroverted
Syna: Her love is best when tempered
Leth: God of the moon
Leth: Followers are introspective loners
Tavasi: God of spring, fertility, and new beginnings
Tavasi: Walks mizahar to change the season
Tavasi: Lives in Karjin
Tavasi: Invigorates and brings new ideas
Sivah: God of summer, celebrations, vacation and excess
Sivah: Is prone to showing up at parties
Bala: Goddess of autumn and the harvest
Bala: Travels the world to spread the season
Bala: Popular with farmers
Morwen: Goddess of winter, ice, and snow
Morwen: Lived in Avanthal
Morwen: Disappeared Winter 516 AV
Morwen: Followers are called the Vantha
Sylir: God of peace and civilization,
Sylir: Dead,
Sylir: Revered by the knights of Syliras,
Rhysol: God of evil, chaos, and betrayal, Rhysol: Symbol is a black sun
Diety: Akajia, mistress of shadows
Akajia: Shadows move around her
Akajia: Favors those who can hold onto secrets
Akajia: Has given Cleon a test
WILDERNESS SURVIVAL:
WS: Ashes Prevent Ants & Spiders From Getting In Bedding
WS: Safer Lofted Above Ground
WS: Using sand to extinguish a fire
WS: Putting a survival pack together
WS: Storing important tools in waterproof container
WS: The importance of keeping moisture away from perishables
WS: The importance of flint knapping
WS: Using rocks as tools
WS: Making a stone axe
WS: Making a stone knife
WS: Using hemp cord to make a grip
WS: Curare extract can be used to hunt animals
WS: Using wild produce to supplement food supplies
WS: Bananas will ripen overtime if picked a little green
WS: Using banana leaves as a roof for a shelter
WS: Binding bamboo together to make supports for a shelter
WS: The importance of shelter in the jungle
WS: Avoid sleeping on the ground
WS: Infections can get bad quickly in the jungle
WS: Important to sleep on a raised platform or hammock
WS: Important to check boots for snakes and insects
WS: The importance of avoiding injuries for moral
WS: The importance of mental state in the jungle
WS: The importance of having a plan
WS: Always let someone know where you are going
WS: Always let someone know what your plan is
WS: Always have a plan
WS: Bringing extra supplies
WS: Can drink coconut water in a pinch
WS: Coconuts have edible white flesh on the inside
WS: Can use coconut hulls as a bowl
WS: Splitting open a coconut
WS: Using coconut hulls to catch rain
WS: Harvesting palm fiber for tinder
WS: How to store tinder
WS: Firesticks - Appearance and usage
WS: Using firesticks to start a fire
WS: Lighting tinder through friction
WS: Using dried palm fronds to feed a fire
WS: Using fish bones to make rudimentary hooks
WS: How to make a fishing hook with bone and isuas fiber
WS: Malaria is caused by mosquitoes
WS: Avoid eating anything you can’t identify
WS: Avoid plants with white or yellow berries
WS: Avoid plants with thorns
WS: Avoid plants with clear or shiny leaves
WS: Avoid plants with leaves in groups of three
WS: Avoid plants with umbrella shaped flowers
WS: Avoid plants with seeds inside a pod or beans
WS: Avoid plants with milky or discolored sap
WS: Avoid plants with an almond smell
WS: Avoid plants with a bitter or soapy taste
WS: Avoid mushrooms
WS: The universal edibility test
WS: Try sticking to fruits that are easily identified
WS: Insects are a viable source of protein
WS: Avoid insects with bright colors
WS: Avoid insects with a pungent smell
WS: Avoid insects that can bite or sting
WS: Planning ahead for an expedition
WS: The necessity of a first aid kit
WS: Making a mental map of ones surroundings
WS: Paying attention to ones surroundings
WS: Memorizing Landmarks
WS: Making a walking stick out of bamboo
WS: Using a machete to cut into bamboo
WS: The weak point on a bamboo stalk
WS: How to let a machete do most of the work
WS: Paying attention to details pays off
WS: The importance of remaining mentally strong
WS: Keeping the group dynamics positive
WS: Minimizing injury by using walking sticks
WS: Where to place a firepit when making camp
WS: Myrian and Dhani inhabit the jungle
WS: Where to place the sleeping area in a camp
WS: Where to place the latrine in a camp
WS: Improvising digging a hole with a hatchet
WS: Using a hatchet to chop down a sapling
WS: Keeping feet dry in the jungle
WS: Making sure bandages are wrapped correctly
WS: Setting up a hammock
WS: How to tie a simple hitch knot
WS: The importance of taking proper precautions
WS: Minimizing potential injuries
WS: Managing time wisely
WS: Putting effort to best use
WS: Why insect netting is important
WS: Why its important to dig a latrine
WS: Why its important to bury waste
WS: Why placement is important for Latrines
WS: Why you want to separate food from gear
WS: Making food hard to get for animals
WS: Minimizing smells from food
WS: How to string a composite bow while seated
WS: Keeping silent while hunting
WS: Minimizing distractions
WS: Making sure there is a clear group dynamic
WS: Breaking up your silhouette
WS: Using mud to reduce shine
WS: Blending in with muted colors
WS: Disrupting distinguishable characteristics
WS: Animals can recognize humans by shapes
WS: Hand sign for stop
WS: Hand sign for come
WS: How to crouch stalk through the jungle
WS: Paying attention to ones surroundings while sneaking
WS: Balancing ones weight to avoid making excess noises
WS: How to stalk while crawling
WS: Examining an animal print on wet ground
WS: Using context to determine when the print was made
WS: The importance of securing ones backpack properly
WS: Moving slowly while tracking prey
WS: Staking out your spot
WS: Using a bow from a seated position
WS: Preparing an animal kill
WS: Strapping an animal carcass to a pole
WS: The importance of improvisation
WS: Remaining observant while in the jungle
WS: Starting a pit fire
WS: How to make a cook fire spit
WS: Avoiding disease by cleaning away blood
WS: When to trust water
WS: How to render water potable
WS: Sourcing water from jungle leaves
WS: Sourcing water from jungle streams
WS: Untreated water is dangerous
WS: Dehydration is a high risk
WS: Staying hydrated is important
WS: Keeping occupied is an important part of staying mentally strong
WS: Washing clothes to remove scent
WS: Washing clothes to minimize chances of infection
WS: Setting up snares around the perimeter of camp
WS: Building snares in natural funnels
WS: Making natural funnels for snares
WS: The importance of setting plenty of traps
WS: Making staying well fed a priority
WS: Making an early detection system around camp
WS: Layering twigs over top of each other as a noise trap
WS: Encircling ones camp with noise traps
WS: Myrians tend to travel in groups
WS: Assessing threats in the jungle
WS: Knowing when to retreat for backup
WS: Keeping footwear clear of insects
WS: Tuba root (Physical appearance)
WS: Tuba root (Insecticide)
WS: Tuba root (Fish poison)
WS: Staggering sleep cycles to keep watch
WS: Getting into a hammock
WS: Learning to share space
WS: Using a buddy system for extra security
WS: Staying preoccupied by mentally mapping out ones environment
WS: Plucking jungle pigeons
WS: Tying jungle pigeons on the spit
WS: Checking one’s equipment first thing in the morning
WS: Keeping on top of water supplies
WS: Finding a potable water source
WS: How to treat water for drinking
WS: Preparing equipment for the trip back to camp
WS: Keeping tab on the state of different pieces of equipment
WS: Obtaining directions by using Syna’s light
WS: Orienting based on where the sea is
WS: Why Syka has a profusion of useful plants
WS: The jungle is extremely diverse with plant life
WS: Using a machete to clear vegetation
WS: Finding the way back to Syka using Oceanus
ANIMALS:
Ashta: Small Sykan Elephants
Capybara: Physical appearance
MISC:
How to flip a miza so that it looks like it is spinning
Curse effect: Magically induced withdraw symptoms
Surf shop: Clerking duties & Responsibilities
Charm discovery: Bent-armed cross
Bent-armed cross: Appearance and usage
Spiral Crown Charm: Appearance and usage
Spiral Crown Charm: Five chime time limit
Informed Randal of charm bracelet
Snake Fang Charm: Appearance and Usage
Deepsea fruit candies: Appearance & Usage
Colloquialism: Cinchona Tree - Fever tree
Spiral Charm: Able to purify water when submerged for 1 chime
Botany:
Botany: Quassia - Physical appearance
Botany: Quassia - Where it grows
Botany: Achoite tree pods - Physical appearance
Annatto: Comes from Achoite seeds
Annatto: Dyes a bright yellow to deep orangish-red colors
Isuas: Holds dye really well
Botany: Achoite seeds are stored in the pod.
Grinding up Achoite seeds makes Annatto powder
Mixing Annatto powder with water makes Annatto dye
To dye cloth it must be soaked overnight
Botany: Achoite seeds - Physical description
Botany: Curare - Physical appearance
Botany: Curare leaves - Physical description
Botany: Curare - Where it grows
Botany: Banana tree - Physical appearance
Botany: Banana tree fruit - Bananas
Botany: Bananas - Physical appearance
Botany: Bananas - Edible
Botany: Coconut tree - Physical appearance
Botany: Coconut tree fruit - Coconuts
Botany: Coconut physical appearance
Botany: Coconuts store water
Botany: Cinchona Tree - Physical Appearance
Botany: How to harvest tuba root
Carpentry:
Polesaw: Appearance & Usage
Carpentry: Making surfboard cutouts
Carpentry: Using a polesaw
Carpentry: Using a finetoothed saw
Carpentry: Making the surfboard ribs
Finetoothed saw: Appearance & Usage
Tar: Appearance & Usage
Tar: Useful adhesive
Carpentry: Sanding rough edges
Carpentry: Blending rough edges
Carpentry: Following an outline
Carpentry: Fixing a sloppy cut
Carpentry: Holding a pole saw
Carpentry: Following an outline
Carpentry: Stabilizing the wood before you cut
Carpentry: Using pegs to split a log
Carpentry: Driving a wedge
Carpentry: Stripping a wooden blank
Carving:
Carving: Starting with a depiction
Carving: Trimming an outline
Cooking:
Cooking: Annatto powder can be used safely on food
Cooking: Over ripe bananas are brown and sweeter
Cooking: How to clean a fish
Flint Napping:
Flint Napping: The process of making tools out of rock flakes
Flint Napping: Sourcing stones in caves
Flint Napping: Flaking large rocks with bigger rocks
Chipping tool: Physical appearance & Usage
Chipping tool: How to make one out of bone
Flint Napping: Using a chipping tool
Flint Napping: Chipping a stone axe head
Flint Napping: Chipping Carbonado
Flint Napping: Chipping out a straight line
Flint Napping: Appearance of a bone flake tool
Flint Napping: Using a flake tool
Flint Napping: Making an edge with a flake tool
Geology:
Geology: Granite - Physical appearance
Geology: Carbonado - Physical appearance
Herbalism:
Herbalism: Preparing Quassia bark by soaking it in water for a full day
Herbalism: Boiling Quassia bark for thirty minutes to make insecticide
Herbalism: Insecticide is useful for protecting crops
Herbalism: Concentrated Quassia extract can be used as a muscle relaxant
Herbalism: Prolonged ingestion of Quassia extract can cause blindness
Herbalism: Curare - How to extract medicinal properties from leaves
Herbalism: Curare - Mashing and boiling leaves makes a muscle relaxant
Herbalism: Curare extract is safely ingestible
Herbalism: Coconut water is a diuretic
Herbalism: Cinchona bark has medicinal uses
Herbalism: Grinding Cinchona bark makes Quinine powder
Herbalism: Quinine powder when mixed with water makes a tonic
Herbalism: Quinine tonic is a muscle relaxant
Herbalism: Quinine can be used to treat Malaria and Pneumonia
Herbalism: How to prepare tuba root
Poison:
Poison: Curare extract is a potent muscle relaxant
Medicine:
Medicine: Curare extract can be used for difficult surgeries
Medicine: Malaria - Symptoms & Causes
Investigation:
Investigation: Reading minds for clues
Investigation: Keeping quiet about results
Knotwork:
Knotwork: A single loop knot
Knotwork: How to make a constrictor knot
Persuasion:
Persuasion: Trying to bribe with personal favors
Planning:
Planning: Not bringing metal around Uta
Perservation:
Preservation: Annatto powder helps preserve meat
Subterfuge:
Subterfuge: Concealing a blade in your sleeve
Subterfuge: Attempting to conceal a reaction
Surfboard Making:
Surfboard: Appearance & Usage
Surfboard: Base shape & Properties
Surfboard: Top shape & Properties
Surfboard: Middle shape & Properties
Surfboard Making: Placing the ribs
Surfboard Making: Attaching the ribs
Surfboard Making: Creating a curved base
Surfboard Making: Cleaning the finished product
Surfboard Making: Staining the final product
Surfboard Making: Smoothing the edges with a file
Surfboard Making: Preparing the shell
Surfboard Making: Splitting a Koa log
Surboard Making: Chipping the bark off of a Koa log
Surfboard Making: Shaping a wooden blank
Drawing:
Drawing: Using a wood blank to trace
Drawing: Using wooden shapes to trace
Larceny:
How to pick a lock (Basic)
Logic:
Logic: Using a curse as an excuse
Logic: Sitting with ones back to the fire to minimize night blindness
Meditation:
Meditation: Clearing ones mind
Observation:
Observation: The balance of a machete
Rhetoric:
Rhetoric: Trying to sell a surfboard
Rhetoric: Bribing with promises
Surfing:
Surfing: Climbing onto a surfboard
Surfing: Laying across a surfboard
Surfing: Standing on a surfboard
Surfing: Balancing on a surfboard
Surfing: Grappling with a surfboard
Surfing: Using a surfboard to float
Surfing: Retrieving a surfboard
Surfing: Straddling a surfboard
Surfing: Moving from siting to standing
Surfing: Crouching on a surfboard
Surfing: Hitting head on surfboard
Surfing: Riding a simulated wave
Swimming:
Swimming: Treading water
Swimming: Doggy Paddling
Swimming: Thrashing around is counter productive
Swimming: Coordinating arms and legs
Swimming: Thrashing about is wasteful and slow
Swimming: Kicking out with legs together
Swimming: Floating on one’s back
Swimming: Letting your body do most of the work
Swimming: Breathing out to swim underwater
Swimming: Cupping hands to get momentum
Teaching:
Teaching: Showing how to climb a surfboard
Teaching: Showing Brea how to swim
Trapping:
Trapping: Using fish guts to bait lobster traps
Weapon Skills:
Machete: How to practice swinging
Machete: How to grip
Machete: How it feels when swung
Machete: Developing a form & posture
Machete: Changing positions while swinging
Machete: Developing footwork
Machete: Coordinating strikes with movement
Fishing:
Fishing: Reeling in a catch
Fishing Rod: Appearance & Usage
Fishing: Casting a line out
Fishing Lure: Appearance & Usage
Fishing Hook: Appearance & Usage
Fishing: First catch
Possessions
Clothing:
Shirts:
- 1 thigh length tunic with short sleeves
- 1 Shirt (Light Blue, Isuas)
- 1 Shirt (Dark Green, Isuas)
- 1 Shirt (Light red, Isuas)
Pants:
- 1 set of gray trousers
- 1 Pair of pants (Dark Gray, Isuas)
- 1 Pair of breeches (Cream, Isuas)
- 1 Pair of breeches (Light Gray, Isuas)
Outerwear:
-Long Light colored Cloak
- 1 scarf (Red, Isuas)
- 2 pairs of thick leather gloves
- 1 cloak (Dark green, Isuas, Rainproof oil)
- 1 cloak (Dark gray, Isuas, Rainproof oil)
- 1 Black leather belt
- 1 Belt Pouch
- 1 robe (Dark blue, silk)
- 1 broad brim hat (black, isuas, Rainproof (oil treatment)
Underwear:
- 5 pairs of undergarments (Light gray, Isuas)
Footwear:
- Boots, low
- 1 pair of leather boots, high
- 1 pair of slippers, furlined
- 1 pair of sandals
- 1 Backpack which contains:
- Comb (Bone)
- Brush (Bone)
- Soap
- Razor
- Balanced Rations (1 Week’s Worth)
- 1 eating knife
- Flint & Steel
- Insect Netting
- Hammock
- Tinder (10)
- Insect repellent
- Sunburn Cream
- Iron pot
Contained in Messengerbag charm:
- Book, Blank
- Quill (2)
- Ink (1 oz vial)
- Otterskin
- The Guide Book
- Silas Journal on Morphing
Carried on person:
- Composite Shortbow
- Quiver w/20 arrows
- Machete
- Hatchet
- Orenmir: Ghost's Bane (Bastard sword)
- Scabbard
- Syka Survival Knife
Other Possessions:
- 1 Waterskin
- 1 large tent (4 person)
- 100 ft of rope
- large tarp
- Lantern
- 2 torches,
- Bedroll
- Blanket
- fishing tackle & hooks
- Survival kit
- Preservation kit
- Woodworking kit
- Lamp oil (Gallon)
- Bluevien Gold Wine
- Sharpening stone
- Training dummy, simple
- Rustproof oil
- Tobacco tin
- Pipe
- Deepsea candied fruit
- Sharkskin cloth
Heirloom: A colorful felt ribbon, a parting reminder of his sister Farren.
Housing
Location: Syka
House: 1 room at the Protea Inn, for 140 gm a season.
Ledger
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Birthday: 18th of Fall, 503 A.V.
Birthplace: Sunberth
Height: 6ft3in
Weight 210 lbs
Hair color:Dirty blond
Eye color:Muddy green
Appearance:Since coming to Syka early in the Spring of 522 AV, Cleon has experienced significant changes in his physique. Because he has had access to a varied diet, exercise, and plenty of sun, Cleon has had a growth spurt of sorts.
Cleon looks much more his age now as he has put on more pounds to go along with the change in height over the course of the Spring. He is lean with a hint of muscle due to having spent most of the season hard at work to try and fight the nature of his curse that wanted of him quite the opposite. His skin tone has also transitioned from a pallid sickly color to take on a slight tan.
His scars have also changed. Where once they had marked the flesh of his back with reddish brown stripes, the lash marks have since faded to an off white color. The same can be said for the circular burn marks on his forearms which have become small marks that are fairly lighter than his natural skin tone. The deep purple gouge that wraps around the lower half of his left leg, starting vertically from the shin to cross down to the lower part of his calf is now a much lighter purple though it still aches significantly with changes in the weather. On his right foot where the first knuckle of his middle toe is missing, the puckered skin there has long since faded to be a lighter tone than the rest of the fair skin on his foot.
He has also started taking better care of his hair, washing in regularly so that he doesn't mind so much wearing it loose about his shoulders anymore, and in fact does so now most of the time. When he moves, there is more confidence in his step. He doesn't like to shuffle around anymore and averting his eyes when people draw near. He likes too look them straight in the face when he talks with them, and takes a small bit of pleasure in the fact that he has conquered his Spring ailments for now.
He still continues to chew his nails to the quick, but the rest of his fingers look significantly healthier than they had been a season earlier. His eyes too have changed as the whites around the irises are now clear.
Character Concept
While Cleon wouldn’t say he was a complicated individual, life has rendered him certainly more complex than one gets from a glance. He believes life is all just a roll of the dice, and that his luck in regards to that has been worst than most. This is not to say he pities his position. He has accepted his fate as being what it is, and believes this latest string of good luck is just a fluke and soon the balance will right itself. He only hopes he can get his younger sister Faye somewhere she can be safe and comfortable before it comes to that.
The events of Spring have significantly changed Cleon's perspective since coming to Syka in 522AV. Only just freed from his curse, time will tell what he does with what he learned over the course of the past season. One thing is for certain. Cleon met quite a few extraordinary people who had a significant impact on shaping who he will become.
Character History
From a young age, he suffered abuse from his father, and brother, and eventually was forced to raise his sister Farren who was a year younger than him. He thought it couldn’t get any worse than what he was experiencing at the hands of his family members but then they started to abuse Farren and Cleon’s perception of himself changed considerably.
He no longer held hope for himself that he was different, that he could get out of this life if he could only be given the opportunity. Cleon withdrew from the world almost altogether then, only staying out of loyalty to his sister whom he felt bad for. Day after day, the guilt mounted on his shoulders as he was forced to take on dangerous tasks to contribute to the household while continuing to suffer abuse at night.
In the end, it was no hope or opportunity that broke him out of this inward trance, but the birth of his youngest sister Faye. From that moment, he knew something would have to change, and it would take grit, and determination to do it. He started hiding things from his family in a little getaway he prepared in the mines, filching stuff over the next few years till he began to grow anxious for Faye’s safety as they started to order him to bring Faye out more to show her off to guests.
Then the opportunity came one night when it was only his older sister watching them. While she was nursing a drug-induced stupor on the couch, Cleon took off with his two younger sisters, robbing the place blind of the few valuables it had.
While living alone in the mines was hard, it was volumes better than back at home, and for the first time, Cleon felt an immense weight off of his shoulders. An that lasted all about a tenday when they’d finally sold off the last of their haul from the house to buy a mealy loaf of bread. The fear and anxiety crept in soon after as their need surmounted with every passing day, and Cleon and Farren were forced to take on increased risks. Cleon from stealing what he could, while Farren sold her body for scraps.
They reached a sort of uneasy equilibrium doing that, but it put an immense strain on them both mentally, especially when all three of them started getting sick from staying in the drafty mine. Farren was the first to break. One day she just stopped speaking, just carried on with her routine as robotically as possible. Eventually, she struggled to even get up out of bed, and Cleon wasn’t the most helpful in this regard. He resented her for not helping him support their little home in the mines while he slowly became consumed by guilt that he had somehow pushed her to this brink.
As weeks turned into seasons, Cleon was almost to his own breaking point when one day he returned to find Farren more chipper than ever and having gone out, and came back with a significant haul. However, he broke when she told him how she got it and just completely shut down when it came to her, refusing anything from her when she offered to put them up in a room. All because she had been marked by Nikali which was something just a little too much for him to stomach. He pushed her out of their lives, and for several weeks he did not see her.
Over that period he mellowed out somewhat, and came to regret his actions, but was too stubborn to seek her out so it would be another season till they ran into each other again. Only it was left him more bitter as the meeting was brief and left him feeling more guilty than ever. For she had sold herself into the service of some merchant, and had given them nearly the entire purse. He took it, though he hated himself for it, because it was a substantial amount of miles, enough to see him and Faye well away from the city that seemed to breed misery. He didn’t say goodbye to Farren. Didn’t say I love you. Just closed the door and got him and Faye out of there as fast as possible, hitching a ride on the next caravan to leave the city.
Although it was a large sum, they lived miserly on the road as Cleon didn’t expect it to last, and it didn’t. Days turned over to weeks, to seasons as they crossed the suvan from Syliras.
It was there he got himself into a spot of trouble when he caught a sailor manhandling Faye to get her out of a restricted area on the ship. Naturally, he tried to attack the man and promptly got put into his place. They dumped them off in Kenash after punishing him his due throughout the last leg of the trip, and there he had to spend even more money to get them out as soon as possible as life there didn’t look much different to Sunberth and was basically untenable when the crew spread the word about them.
Cleon overpaid to get them out and on towards Riverfall where they hunkered down through the Winter while he figured out their next step. He should have been happy where he was, Riverfall was safe enough, but perhaps there was a little bit too much ego involved as he just couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that overcame him being around all of those giant men. So comes Spring, they took the first ship out to Syka, where Cleon hoped desperately to start a new life for him and Faye.
Gnosis
1st mark of Oceanus by Laviku
Gnosis Story
Cleon wanted to shank the man that recommended he take the trip from Syliras to Kenash by sea. While their travel overland to Syliras from Sunberth had been hard and grueling, the journey over the sea had all that in combination with them being restricted to too tight quarters, and smelling constantly of his own sick ups those first long few days. He wouldn’t of course, but oh how he very much wanted to as he leaned over the railing, trembling from the effort of just having spewed the remainder of his breakfast over the side of the ship.
It was a gray morning, which suited his mood perfectly. As the overcast sky whipped by, and the dark bluish-green of the sea slapped at the bow, he thought about where they were headed. Not in the immediate. Kenash was nothing to him, and besides, it was far too close to Sunberth for his taste. No, he wanted to get as far away from that place as this money would take him. To spend it all getting there, and maybe, just maybe stop feeling guilty about using this money in the first place though he wasn’t holding any vigils on that account.
No, certainly not. Guilt, anxiety, and fear had been his bedmates from the start and they were not about to leave him alone now.
He pressed his weight against the railing where his arms rested until the pain started to radiate up his forearms until he winced. It was not enough to even blunt the inner turmoil that swirled within him, but it was a distraction however fleeting, a distraction was something he found himself craving constantly on this journey of theirs where there was nothing really to do but wait for someone to take you somewhere. Cleon had spent so much of his life striving to survive on scraps that this experience was entirely alien to him, and not altogether comfortable.
He needed to do something but the only things he knew how to do would get him in trouble with the crew. So he waited, gambling that somewhere down the line of the journey they’d find somewhere that they could make a home for themselves. His sister Faye deserved some kind of stability and comfort even if he didn’t. He was determined to find such a place before his luck caught up with him.
“You need to get below decks before a swell takes you off the deck. Take a bucket if you need to, but get to your quarters now.” A man said from somewhere behind and above him, and Cleon immediately took the voice for the captains for the man had an accent altogether different from the crew. That was to say, his voice had an almost somber melodic quality to it, and he pronounced his words low and slow. Combined with the tawny color of his skin, Cleon dared to think that this man was not from hereabouts but perhaps a place as far as the one he was currently seeking.
He didn’t judge the man too much for this, although he had at first regarded him with a healthy amount of distrust given his apparent foreignness. However, the man had been naught but kind to him and his sister, even going so far as to gift Faye a little trinket that had kept her occupied ever since. So the man was alright in his book. Alright enough at least for a man that persisted to order him about like a dog, but Cleon didn’t have much choice in the matter where that was concerned.
He went below decks without another word, navigating his way through the narrow confines of a packed cargo hold until he got to the very back where they had been tucked away for the voyage. In a small two-by-one space enclosed by several heavy crates a hammock was strung, and underneath his little sister was playing the sparkling piece of green glass that hung off of a piece of twine wrapped around her neck. The gift as it were was simple, but oh how she looked at it with affection that spread into a widening smile when she looked up to see him.
It was as if she didn’t recognize his haggard appearance when she saw him, but only the essence of who he was to her. She looked at him as if he was a protector, and that broke his heart every time, but he did not let that touch the smile he feigned for her as he bent at the knees and placed the empty wooden bucket off in a corner where no doubt he would need it soon.
“How are you doing little Fae?” He asked softly, barely heard over the groan of the ship's boards and the dull murmur of dozens of people talking throughout the sloop.
Faye bit her lip nervously, looked down then up again, then fidgeted with the linen drawstring of her gray cloak. “I’m good, a bit hungry.” She said in a small voice that was tense with worry. She didn’t like the ship too much either, but this was more than that he knew, and felt once more he was the cause of this unease. He widened his smile unnaturally though he was careful to keep his lips mostly closed as he was self-conscious of his teeth even with his sister.
“Almost time yes, but I brought something to tide you over in the meantime.” He said, continuing to whisper which was practically talking normally in these boisterous confines. From his front pocket, he drew a strip of dried meat. He didn’t know what kind, only that it was palatable if a bit over salted. Faye took it from him gratefully, though she hesitated to take a bite until he nodded at her and gestured for her to continue with his hands.
“Don’t worry, I’m all full.” He reassured her as his belly rumbled. “This is just me digesting some of the meat the captain gave me topside.” His smile cracked, but Faye was looking down at her piece of glass again, rolling it between her delicate fingers.
“Do you think we’ll be there soon?” She asked hopefully, not looking up.
“I know we will. Then we’ll be that much closer to the home that awaits us.” Cleon said.
“Can you-” Faye started to say before she started coughing, great hacking gasps that made her clutch her chest. Cleon did his best to do what he always did on such occasions which were becoming more and more frequent. He moved over to rub her back, patting it gently until she stopped coughing and leaned against him without a trace of energy.
“What were you going to say, Faye?” Cleon asked after several moments had passed.
“Can you tell me again what it will be like when we get there,” Faye asked weakly.
“Oh you’ve had to have heard this a dozen times already, but here it goes. As the sailor said, there will be warm white sand, beautiful turquoise water, and fresh fruit growing everywhere as far as the eye can see. Certainly, more than you could ever eat in a lifetime. They will help us to build a house there, a place we can make into a proper home, where we never have to worry about where our next meal is coming from and where we each have our own warm bed. It's going to be beautiful, just you wait and see.” He said and looked over and saw she was asleep, a piece of half-eaten jerky still in her hand.
Gently, he looped his arms under her knees, and then across her back before bracing himself against the wood and pulling her up with some effort. She was barely forty pounds, and yet he still struggled as he wasn’t much more than skin and bones himself. By all that is good in the world though she didn’t wake up as he jostled her into the hammock, and then gently folded her hands over her stomach where he replaced the piece of jerky that had fallen on the ground.
As he heaved for breath, he felt a familiar tickle at the back of his throat and walked a short way before hacking up a cough into his hand. Scarlet red spittle stared back at him. He blinked at it several times, nodded at nothing in particular then wiped it off on the back of his trousers before returning to their little cubby where he made himself as comfortable as he could underneath the hammock.
He woke up sometime later a little more battered and bruised from his fitful sleep rolling between the crates and the hull of the ship. Cleon felt full of piss and vinegar, so he rolled out of his makeshift bed and went to go piss off the side of the ship. The wind was frothing up the waves something fierce now but the sky was still the same milky grey it had been before. Cleon had to loop his arm through the railing to hold on as he took his piss, and hunched over as he was he almost thought it was raining till he realized the wind was blowing droplets of piss back at him.
Practically fuming, he had half a mind to dunk his face into one of the water barrels, but he knew the captain kept a stiff watch on those so he mopped up what he could off of his face with the edge of his cloak which was still crusty from wiping this morning’s sick. It made him want to scream. To rip off his clothes. To do anything other than what he did which was be a good little sheep and meekly find his way back below decks before the captain caught him up here again. He had to keep reminding himself that he was doing this for Faye as he made his way down.
As he neared their hammock, he noticed a bit of a commotion back there and started to pick up the pace as he slipped between passengers and crew alike. As he drew closer, he was able to make out what was being said, and more importantly, see a large man blocking the entrance of their little room.
“-An where erer did a sneaky little bilge rat like you get a necklace like that. Moreover, how’d you afford this trip in the first place? Snuck in? Cause none of these others will claim you.” The man groused, and as Cleon edged around he saw that the man was holding his sister by the wrist a good few feet off the ground.
He didn’t think past that. Pushing past another man that was just enough in his way, Cleon wound his leg back and kicked squarely between the man’s legs from behind. It succeeded in getting him to drop Faye, but instead of him buckling over so Cleon could get a shot at his face, the man whirled around and punched him squarely across the jaw. Suddenly he was falling straight onto his back, legs stiff as boards as the world spun and blood filled his mouth.
There was no pain, not yet, just the hazy recollection of being lifted up, and a fist coming straight between the eyes before it all went black. When he came to next they were wrapping a thick towing rope around his wrists, looping it around in a tight figure eight as they stood at the back of the ship, topside now. He could smell the ocean mixed with his own blood, and the fetid smell pouring out of the sailor’s mouth that hovered over his face while he made the knot secure.
“There, let's see if the rat can swim.” The man said with a dark smile as he hauled Cleon up to his feet, then almost mockingly, place him gently on the railing. Behind him, he could hear the hiss of water as it tumbled up from underneath the ship, and his fear washed everything else away as what color he had was quickly drained from his face. “But first, let's give the sharks a little taste.”
The man produced a knife which he drew up before Cleon’s face and he found that he couldn’t move a muscle to stop it as his heart hammered in his chest. He prayed that it would be swift, and flinched as the cold steel touched the inside of his left nostril. In jerking back he felt a brief sting that was overshadowed by tumbling head over heels into the water below.
The cold was the first thing to envelop him as he struggled to register up from down till he was jerked to the surface several moments later when the line went taut. He came up sputtering, but not for long before he twisted along with the rope, ducking his head back underwater, and filling his mouth with salty water. Oh, petch, he breathed some of it in, and his body started seizing as he turned and turned, out of the water, then back under, out, under.
Something slipped or snapped. His wrists were free and just as suddenly he was no longer being pulled through the water although he was still being rocked by waves as he sputtered to keep afloat midst wracking coughs to regain his breath.
“You are far from home son of Sunberth” A deep voice called out to him from the sea, breaking him from his panicked struggle briefly before he disappeared back under the water. Then something lifted him from up under, its flesh as hard as a rock only it rippled against him as it navigated through the water.
Instinctually, he grabbed at the fin it presented and was promptly carried against the current in what felt like bobbing strides. It was a strange sort of creature, with a nose that looked a little like the end of a broom and a hole in the top of what he could only consider as its head. Its appendages.. fins? Looked like solid little ship sails made of flesh that was hard to the touch.
Whatever it was it didn't seem to mind him holding onto it like a drowned rat, but then it occurred to him to ask what was that voice he had heard, and he looked to the dolphin slightly horrified.
"Look around, Cleon." The voice said again, most certainly not coming from the dolphin but to his left and as he looked he saw a man that seemed to come from the sea itself and had no problem keeping up with the pace of the dolphin though he wasn't doing any swimming from what Cleon saw.
"Who are you?" He asked, biting his tongue as the words left his mouth, considering rightly so that he might just have had given his soul away to a wizard when something simpler and much more understandable came out of the being's mouth.
"I am Laviku and you are in my domain. I first knew you as a boy on the shores of the outer suvan, and nowhere you have crossed to the inner. Why?" He asked.
Laviku did not strike a chord with Cleon beyond a distantly remembered recollection of some sort of a ritual the sailors conducted at the start of their voyage. They seemed to place a good deal of reverence on that name which meant.. Cleon swallowed hard as he remembered the significance.
"I.. I.. I'm just trying to make sure my sister enjoys a better life than I had growing up. I'm sorry that I didn't join in with their prayers. I didn't know the words and they were all speaking so fast in that strange accent of theirs, and.."
"If I held a grudge upon you for that, do you think you would be here now being taken back to your ship on the back of one of my creatures? Please, be still and listen, and all will be well I promise you." His voice reverberated through Cleon's bones, and he trembled though if from the cold or the power it was hard to tell, but if he was being honest, it was a little bit of both.
"You have lived by the sea all of your life but have never tread my waters, never given offerings or said any prayers and all that is to say it is fine because you were ignorant of my existence. Sunberth is far from the most enlightened of cities, and your upbringing likely left you more bereft than most.
All the same, I have taken pity on you this day, in part because of the actions of your sister whom you swear to protect. When she saw you go overboard, she threw her necklace overboard, that thing that was most precious to her, and guess who's name was on her lips when she prayed to me for succor. Not her own, but yours.
So here I am, and I will bring you to your ship because your plight has touched me. In return, you will remember my name whenever you return to sea, pray and give tithes like the rest of them. I will be watching you son of Sunberth." The man said as he reached out and brushed his fingers across Cleon's left forearm.
Something bright blossomed there, a circle of waves endlessly crashing into each other before his very eyes. When he looked up the man was gone, and in his place with the enlarging silhouette of the ship.
Once they were astride it, chance had it the Captian caught sight of him and threw a thick rope overboard.
Cleon nodded and reached out through the water, splashing a few times till he finally wrapped the thick rope around his arm before letting go of the dolphin and grabbing it with the other. Hastily, he scrambled up the rope before the ship could pull him under as he’d seen it so often do to a stray piece of flotsam. It took nearly everything he had, but one after the other he managed to scramble up that rope although his hands were properly blistered by the time he managed to clamber over the edge of the rail and roll onto the deck.
Rolling onto his back onto the first solid thing he felt in what seemed like forever, Cleon almost wanted to sob with joy but refrained from doing so as he rolled onto his belly and peeked over the edge, but was long gone. Tired, he rested the side of his face against his hands as he muttered a quick thank you to Laviku and briefly closed his eyes until someone prodded him with the edge of his boot.
“Didn’t I warn you about going overboard.” The captain spoke from behind him, and Cleon took in a deep breath before pulling himself up to his feet. As he stood there trembling before the man, not knowing just what he was going to say, the man wrapped a thick wool blanket around him before taking a step back to look him up and down, narrowing his eyes after a moment. “Good thing you thought to grab a rope. Now stay off my deck unless it's an emergency, got it?” The captain asked coolly and Cleon nodded, but there was something in his eyes that told him that there was more to it than just that, but Cleon wasn’t going to be the one to air that dirt out.
He didn’t need to be told something twice. He went down below without a word, or almost did but hesitated at the ladder that lead below decks.
“Thank you, Captain. I’ll get this back to you as soon as it's dry.” Cleon said gratefully, and the captain just waved him off, spitting a luge over the side of the railing before going back to steer the ship. For the rest of the trip, Cleon didn’t say a word and stayed the petch away from the man he’d kicked in the balls. In fact, he didn’t leave that corner at all unless he had good reason to, and then he took his sister Faye with them. When they finally made port in Kenash, Cleon promptly found the next ship set to leave and further them along their trail.
His encounter with Laviku gave him much to think about, not the least of which was the waves that now pulsed animatedly across his forearm as they crept their way up. It was a mark that had the immediate effect of setting the ship a buzz with gossip which he mostly stayed out of below decks. Aside from that obvious concern, their meeting and his little spill into the water had left a profound impression on him in regards to the journey they were taking. It was just as dangerous and as much of a gamble as every day in Sunberth had been, but more importantly, he was more confident than ever that it was worth the risk if it meant some kind of peace at the end road. He had a good idea that this was not the last bet he was ever going to make, and he was for petch sure that he wasn't going to miss giving Laviku his due respect in the future.
Language
Fluent Language: Common
Poor Language: Tukant
Skills
Expert skills
| Skill | EXP | Proficiency | Notes |
| Observation | 74 | Expert | |
| Wilderness Survival | 53 | Expert | Jungle, Forest, Hills, Sea |
Competent skills
| Skill | EXP | Proficiency | Notes |
| Carpentry | 27 | Competent | 12 sp |
| Larceny | 27 | Competent | 15 RB, 12 SP |
| Logic | 31 | Competent | |
| Stealth | 30 | Competent | 26 SP |
| Socialization | 48 | Competent |
Novice Skills
| Skill | EXP | Proficency | Notes |
| Botany | 7 | Novice | |
| Camoflauge | 1 | Novice | |
| Carving | 1 | Novice | |
| Climbing | 1 | Novice | |
| Cooking | 1 | Novice | |
| Drawing | 3 | Novice | |
| Endurance | 11 | Novice | |
| Flint Knapping | 3 | Novice | |
| Foraging | 1 | Novice | |
| Geology | 1 | Novice | |
| Herbalism | 6 | Novice | |
| Hunting | 4 | Novice | |
| Interrogation | 3 | Novice | |
| Investigation | 9 | Novice | |
| Knotwork: | 2 | Novice | |
| Medicine | 1 | Novice | |
| Meditation | 1 | Novice | |
| Negotiation | 2 | Novice | |
| Persuasion | 2 | Novice | |
| Planning | 22 | Novice | |
| Poison | 1 | Novice | |
| Preservation | 1 | Novice | |
| Research | 1 | Novice | |
| Rhetoric | 10 | Novice | |
| Seduction | 1 | Novice | |
| Subterfuge | 2 | Novice | |
| Surfboard Making | 16 | Novice | |
| Surfing | 13 | Novice | |
| Swimming | 16 | Novice | |
| Teaching | 2 | Novice | |
| Trapping | 2 | Novice | |
| Tracking | 1 | Novice | |
| Weapon (Hatchet) | 3 | Novice | |
| Weapon (Machete) | 7 | Novice | |
| Weapon (Survival Knife) | 1 | Novice |
Lores
LOCATIONS:
Syka: Dock & Settlement Layout
Panacea: Place Of Healing/Location/Free
Syka: Syka Commons Community Core
Syka: Swing Beach
Children’s Pavilion: Location & Appearance
Syka: Estuary Cave
Swing Beach, Tidepool Bar, and Tar Pits Location
Syka: Dovecot & Storm Shelter
Location Syka: Banana Grove
Location Syka: Community Pool location
Syka: Mathias’ place location
Syka: Kihala’s Shrine – Location & Appearance
Syka: Has An Inn/Location
Ride the waves surf shop: Location & Appearance
Protea Inn: Location & Appearance
Uta’s Place: Appearance & Location
CULTURAL:
Syka: Profusion Of Food
Syka: Other Children Came From The Veronica This Season
Syka: Tents Better Than Sunberth Tents
Syka: Birds Speak Within Syka Due To Eywaat’s Statue
Syka: Settlement Turns Out To Unload Ship/Cook BBQ
Syka: Barter System
Children’s Pavilion: Where Faye Can Go To School
Swing Beach: Can Camp There
Syka: Offers Business Loans
Syka: No Market
Community Pool: Good place to go practice swimming
The sea: Threat of riptides and sharks early spring
Leaving a gift for the innkeeper
Syka: Waste nothing
ASSOCIATES:
Captain James: Appearance & Mannerisms
Juli: Runs Mercantile Syka: Dress Code Is Casual
Faye: Start Of Black Lung – Will Clear With Cough Syrup and Fresh Air
Mathias Place: Fishing Nightly
James: Will Bring Back Requests From Trade Trips
Buraga: Ranger of Syka – Will Play Tour Guide
Randal: Appearance & Mannerisms
Randal: Cursed with bestial features
Randal: Enjoys surfing
Matthias: Appearance & Mannerisms
Matthias’ Place: Location & Appearance
Matthias: Well traveled
Matthias: Enjoys fishing
Nora: Appearance & Mannerisms
Nora: Interested in Surfing
Lexi: Appearance & Mannerisms
Brea: Appearance & Mannerisms
Lexi: Sharp wit
Lexi: Lived on the Cyphrus
Lexi: Clever and manipulative
Indigo: Appearance & Mannerisms
Indigo: Saved Cleon from drowning
Julian: Has been to Ravok
Julian: Appearance and mannerisms
Julian: Dislikes Cleon
Luke: Appearance and mannerisms
Luke: Loves to swim
Kelton: Appearance and Mannerisms
Luke: Good swimmer
Lexi: Worried about slavers
Lexi’s secret: Actually eighteen
Luke: Can sense mind reading
Brea: Thinks Randal is her father
Kelton: Doesn’t trust Sykans
Kelton: Dislikes Lexi
Kelton: Likes Brea
Julian: Thinks he has an STD
Julian: Dislikes Randal
Brea: Is an Eypharian
Luke: Laviku’s son
Luke: Sent to watch what happens to Syka by Laviku
Luke: Hates Kyle
Lexi: Kissed Cleon first
Lexi: Huge flirt
Relationship Lexi: Intimate partner
Buraga: Appearance & Mannerisms
Kyle: Doesn’t think like a child
Kyle: Full of himself
Dalton: Appearance & Mannerisms
Dalton: Afraid of being noticed
Dalton: Afraid of being enslaved
Axim: Appearance & Mannerisms
Axim: Compassionate towards Dalton
Axim: Familiar with alcohol abuse
Tori: Appearance & Mannerisms
Darcy: Marked by Laviku
Uta: Appearance & Mannerisms
Uta: Bargaining information for experience
Uta: Theory about the Guidebook
Luke: Gifted 200 gm
Randal: Disappointed about Cleon’s self control
Indigo: Doesn’t hold a grudge against Cleon
Zayne: Potential source of magical advice
Ducan: Potential source of magical advice
Indigo: Gifted Cleon a spiral charm
Indigo: Cleon owes her a huge favor now
RELIGION:
Eywaat: Demigod of Birds
Rak’Keli: Goddess of healing & health
Rak’Keli: Favors the honest and caring
Rak’Keli: Her followers are kind and heal everyone
Syna: Goddess of the sun
Syna: Followers are passionate and extroverted
Syna: Her love is best when tempered
Leth: God of the moon
Leth: Followers are introspective loners
Tavasi: God of spring, fertility, and new beginnings
Tavasi: Walks mizahar to change the season
Tavasi: Lives in Karjin
Tavasi: Invigorates and brings new ideas
Sivah: God of summer, celebrations, vacation and excess
Sivah: Is prone to showing up at parties
Bala: Goddess of autumn and the harvest
Bala: Travels the world to spread the season
Bala: Popular with farmers
Morwen: Goddess of winter, ice, and snow
Morwen: Lived in Avanthal
Morwen: Disappeared Winter 516 AV
Morwen: Followers are called the Vantha
Sylir: God of peace and civilization,
Sylir: Dead,
Sylir: Revered by the knights of Syliras,
Rhysol: God of evil, chaos, and betrayal, Rhysol: Symbol is a black sun
Diety: Akajia, mistress of shadows
Akajia: Shadows move around her
Akajia: Favors those who can hold onto secrets
Akajia: Has given Cleon a test
WILDERNESS SURVIVAL:
WS: Ashes Prevent Ants & Spiders From Getting In Bedding
WS: Safer Lofted Above Ground
WS: Using sand to extinguish a fire
WS: Putting a survival pack together
WS: Storing important tools in waterproof container
WS: The importance of keeping moisture away from perishables
WS: The importance of flint knapping
WS: Using rocks as tools
WS: Making a stone axe
WS: Making a stone knife
WS: Using hemp cord to make a grip
WS: Curare extract can be used to hunt animals
WS: Using wild produce to supplement food supplies
WS: Bananas will ripen overtime if picked a little green
WS: Using banana leaves as a roof for a shelter
WS: Binding bamboo together to make supports for a shelter
WS: The importance of shelter in the jungle
WS: Avoid sleeping on the ground
WS: Infections can get bad quickly in the jungle
WS: Important to sleep on a raised platform or hammock
WS: Important to check boots for snakes and insects
WS: The importance of avoiding injuries for moral
WS: The importance of mental state in the jungle
WS: The importance of having a plan
WS: Always let someone know where you are going
WS: Always let someone know what your plan is
WS: Always have a plan
WS: Bringing extra supplies
WS: Can drink coconut water in a pinch
WS: Coconuts have edible white flesh on the inside
WS: Can use coconut hulls as a bowl
WS: Splitting open a coconut
WS: Using coconut hulls to catch rain
WS: Harvesting palm fiber for tinder
WS: How to store tinder
WS: Firesticks - Appearance and usage
WS: Using firesticks to start a fire
WS: Lighting tinder through friction
WS: Using dried palm fronds to feed a fire
WS: Using fish bones to make rudimentary hooks
WS: How to make a fishing hook with bone and isuas fiber
WS: Malaria is caused by mosquitoes
WS: Avoid eating anything you can’t identify
WS: Avoid plants with white or yellow berries
WS: Avoid plants with thorns
WS: Avoid plants with clear or shiny leaves
WS: Avoid plants with leaves in groups of three
WS: Avoid plants with umbrella shaped flowers
WS: Avoid plants with seeds inside a pod or beans
WS: Avoid plants with milky or discolored sap
WS: Avoid plants with an almond smell
WS: Avoid plants with a bitter or soapy taste
WS: Avoid mushrooms
WS: The universal edibility test
WS: Try sticking to fruits that are easily identified
WS: Insects are a viable source of protein
WS: Avoid insects with bright colors
WS: Avoid insects with a pungent smell
WS: Avoid insects that can bite or sting
WS: Planning ahead for an expedition
WS: The necessity of a first aid kit
WS: Making a mental map of ones surroundings
WS: Paying attention to ones surroundings
WS: Memorizing Landmarks
WS: Making a walking stick out of bamboo
WS: Using a machete to cut into bamboo
WS: The weak point on a bamboo stalk
WS: How to let a machete do most of the work
WS: Paying attention to details pays off
WS: The importance of remaining mentally strong
WS: Keeping the group dynamics positive
WS: Minimizing injury by using walking sticks
WS: Where to place a firepit when making camp
WS: Myrian and Dhani inhabit the jungle
WS: Where to place the sleeping area in a camp
WS: Where to place the latrine in a camp
WS: Improvising digging a hole with a hatchet
WS: Using a hatchet to chop down a sapling
WS: Keeping feet dry in the jungle
WS: Making sure bandages are wrapped correctly
WS: Setting up a hammock
WS: How to tie a simple hitch knot
WS: The importance of taking proper precautions
WS: Minimizing potential injuries
WS: Managing time wisely
WS: Putting effort to best use
WS: Why insect netting is important
WS: Why its important to dig a latrine
WS: Why its important to bury waste
WS: Why placement is important for Latrines
WS: Why you want to separate food from gear
WS: Making food hard to get for animals
WS: Minimizing smells from food
WS: How to string a composite bow while seated
WS: Keeping silent while hunting
WS: Minimizing distractions
WS: Making sure there is a clear group dynamic
WS: Breaking up your silhouette
WS: Using mud to reduce shine
WS: Blending in with muted colors
WS: Disrupting distinguishable characteristics
WS: Animals can recognize humans by shapes
WS: Hand sign for stop
WS: Hand sign for come
WS: How to crouch stalk through the jungle
WS: Paying attention to ones surroundings while sneaking
WS: Balancing ones weight to avoid making excess noises
WS: How to stalk while crawling
WS: Examining an animal print on wet ground
WS: Using context to determine when the print was made
WS: The importance of securing ones backpack properly
WS: Moving slowly while tracking prey
WS: Staking out your spot
WS: Using a bow from a seated position
WS: Preparing an animal kill
WS: Strapping an animal carcass to a pole
WS: The importance of improvisation
WS: Remaining observant while in the jungle
WS: Starting a pit fire
WS: How to make a cook fire spit
WS: Avoiding disease by cleaning away blood
WS: When to trust water
WS: How to render water potable
WS: Sourcing water from jungle leaves
WS: Sourcing water from jungle streams
WS: Untreated water is dangerous
WS: Dehydration is a high risk
WS: Staying hydrated is important
WS: Keeping occupied is an important part of staying mentally strong
WS: Washing clothes to remove scent
WS: Washing clothes to minimize chances of infection
WS: Setting up snares around the perimeter of camp
WS: Building snares in natural funnels
WS: Making natural funnels for snares
WS: The importance of setting plenty of traps
WS: Making staying well fed a priority
WS: Making an early detection system around camp
WS: Layering twigs over top of each other as a noise trap
WS: Encircling ones camp with noise traps
WS: Myrians tend to travel in groups
WS: Assessing threats in the jungle
WS: Knowing when to retreat for backup
WS: Keeping footwear clear of insects
WS: Tuba root (Physical appearance)
WS: Tuba root (Insecticide)
WS: Tuba root (Fish poison)
WS: Staggering sleep cycles to keep watch
WS: Getting into a hammock
WS: Learning to share space
WS: Using a buddy system for extra security
WS: Staying preoccupied by mentally mapping out ones environment
WS: Plucking jungle pigeons
WS: Tying jungle pigeons on the spit
WS: Checking one’s equipment first thing in the morning
WS: Keeping on top of water supplies
WS: Finding a potable water source
WS: How to treat water for drinking
WS: Preparing equipment for the trip back to camp
WS: Keeping tab on the state of different pieces of equipment
WS: Obtaining directions by using Syna’s light
WS: Orienting based on where the sea is
WS: Why Syka has a profusion of useful plants
WS: The jungle is extremely diverse with plant life
WS: Using a machete to clear vegetation
WS: Finding the way back to Syka using Oceanus
ANIMALS:
Ashta: Small Sykan Elephants
Capybara: Physical appearance
MISC:
How to flip a miza so that it looks like it is spinning
Curse effect: Magically induced withdraw symptoms
Surf shop: Clerking duties & Responsibilities
Charm discovery: Bent-armed cross
Bent-armed cross: Appearance and usage
Spiral Crown Charm: Appearance and usage
Spiral Crown Charm: Five chime time limit
Informed Randal of charm bracelet
Snake Fang Charm: Appearance and Usage
Deepsea fruit candies: Appearance & Usage
Colloquialism: Cinchona Tree - Fever tree
Spiral Charm: Able to purify water when submerged for 1 chime
Botany:
Botany: Quassia - Physical appearance
Botany: Quassia - Where it grows
Botany: Achoite tree pods - Physical appearance
Annatto: Comes from Achoite seeds
Annatto: Dyes a bright yellow to deep orangish-red colors
Isuas: Holds dye really well
Botany: Achoite seeds are stored in the pod.
Grinding up Achoite seeds makes Annatto powder
Mixing Annatto powder with water makes Annatto dye
To dye cloth it must be soaked overnight
Botany: Achoite seeds - Physical description
Botany: Curare - Physical appearance
Botany: Curare leaves - Physical description
Botany: Curare - Where it grows
Botany: Banana tree - Physical appearance
Botany: Banana tree fruit - Bananas
Botany: Bananas - Physical appearance
Botany: Bananas - Edible
Botany: Coconut tree - Physical appearance
Botany: Coconut tree fruit - Coconuts
Botany: Coconut physical appearance
Botany: Coconuts store water
Botany: Cinchona Tree - Physical Appearance
Botany: How to harvest tuba root
Carpentry:
Polesaw: Appearance & Usage
Carpentry: Making surfboard cutouts
Carpentry: Using a polesaw
Carpentry: Using a finetoothed saw
Carpentry: Making the surfboard ribs
Finetoothed saw: Appearance & Usage
Tar: Appearance & Usage
Tar: Useful adhesive
Carpentry: Sanding rough edges
Carpentry: Blending rough edges
Carpentry: Following an outline
Carpentry: Fixing a sloppy cut
Carpentry: Holding a pole saw
Carpentry: Following an outline
Carpentry: Stabilizing the wood before you cut
Carpentry: Using pegs to split a log
Carpentry: Driving a wedge
Carpentry: Stripping a wooden blank
Carving:
Carving: Starting with a depiction
Carving: Trimming an outline
Cooking:
Cooking: Annatto powder can be used safely on food
Cooking: Over ripe bananas are brown and sweeter
Cooking: How to clean a fish
Flint Napping:
Flint Napping: The process of making tools out of rock flakes
Flint Napping: Sourcing stones in caves
Flint Napping: Flaking large rocks with bigger rocks
Chipping tool: Physical appearance & Usage
Chipping tool: How to make one out of bone
Flint Napping: Using a chipping tool
Flint Napping: Chipping a stone axe head
Flint Napping: Chipping Carbonado
Flint Napping: Chipping out a straight line
Flint Napping: Appearance of a bone flake tool
Flint Napping: Using a flake tool
Flint Napping: Making an edge with a flake tool
Geology:
Geology: Granite - Physical appearance
Geology: Carbonado - Physical appearance
Herbalism:
Herbalism: Preparing Quassia bark by soaking it in water for a full day
Herbalism: Boiling Quassia bark for thirty minutes to make insecticide
Herbalism: Insecticide is useful for protecting crops
Herbalism: Concentrated Quassia extract can be used as a muscle relaxant
Herbalism: Prolonged ingestion of Quassia extract can cause blindness
Herbalism: Curare - How to extract medicinal properties from leaves
Herbalism: Curare - Mashing and boiling leaves makes a muscle relaxant
Herbalism: Curare extract is safely ingestible
Herbalism: Coconut water is a diuretic
Herbalism: Cinchona bark has medicinal uses
Herbalism: Grinding Cinchona bark makes Quinine powder
Herbalism: Quinine powder when mixed with water makes a tonic
Herbalism: Quinine tonic is a muscle relaxant
Herbalism: Quinine can be used to treat Malaria and Pneumonia
Herbalism: How to prepare tuba root
Poison:
Poison: Curare extract is a potent muscle relaxant
Medicine:
Medicine: Curare extract can be used for difficult surgeries
Medicine: Malaria - Symptoms & Causes
Investigation:
Investigation: Reading minds for clues
Investigation: Keeping quiet about results
Knotwork:
Knotwork: A single loop knot
Knotwork: How to make a constrictor knot
Persuasion:
Persuasion: Trying to bribe with personal favors
Planning:
Planning: Not bringing metal around Uta
Perservation:
Preservation: Annatto powder helps preserve meat
Subterfuge:
Subterfuge: Concealing a blade in your sleeve
Subterfuge: Attempting to conceal a reaction
Surfboard Making:
Surfboard: Appearance & Usage
Surfboard: Base shape & Properties
Surfboard: Top shape & Properties
Surfboard: Middle shape & Properties
Surfboard Making: Placing the ribs
Surfboard Making: Attaching the ribs
Surfboard Making: Creating a curved base
Surfboard Making: Cleaning the finished product
Surfboard Making: Staining the final product
Surfboard Making: Smoothing the edges with a file
Surfboard Making: Preparing the shell
Surfboard Making: Splitting a Koa log
Surboard Making: Chipping the bark off of a Koa log
Surfboard Making: Shaping a wooden blank
Drawing:
Drawing: Using a wood blank to trace
Drawing: Using wooden shapes to trace
Larceny:
How to pick a lock (Basic)
Logic:
Logic: Using a curse as an excuse
Logic: Sitting with ones back to the fire to minimize night blindness
Meditation:
Meditation: Clearing ones mind
Observation:
Observation: The balance of a machete
Rhetoric:
Rhetoric: Trying to sell a surfboard
Rhetoric: Bribing with promises
Surfing:
Surfing: Climbing onto a surfboard
Surfing: Laying across a surfboard
Surfing: Standing on a surfboard
Surfing: Balancing on a surfboard
Surfing: Grappling with a surfboard
Surfing: Using a surfboard to float
Surfing: Retrieving a surfboard
Surfing: Straddling a surfboard
Surfing: Moving from siting to standing
Surfing: Crouching on a surfboard
Surfing: Hitting head on surfboard
Surfing: Riding a simulated wave
Swimming:
Swimming: Treading water
Swimming: Doggy Paddling
Swimming: Thrashing around is counter productive
Swimming: Coordinating arms and legs
Swimming: Thrashing about is wasteful and slow
Swimming: Kicking out with legs together
Swimming: Floating on one’s back
Swimming: Letting your body do most of the work
Swimming: Breathing out to swim underwater
Swimming: Cupping hands to get momentum
Teaching:
Teaching: Showing how to climb a surfboard
Teaching: Showing Brea how to swim
Trapping:
Trapping: Using fish guts to bait lobster traps
Weapon Skills:
Machete: How to practice swinging
Machete: How to grip
Machete: How it feels when swung
Machete: Developing a form & posture
Machete: Changing positions while swinging
Machete: Developing footwork
Machete: Coordinating strikes with movement
Fishing:
Fishing: Reeling in a catch
Fishing Rod: Appearance & Usage
Fishing: Casting a line out
Fishing Lure: Appearance & Usage
Fishing Hook: Appearance & Usage
Fishing: First catch
Possessions
Clothing:
Shirts:
- 1 thigh length tunic with short sleeves
- 1 Shirt (Light Blue, Isuas)
- 1 Shirt (Dark Green, Isuas)
- 1 Shirt (Light red, Isuas)
Pants:
- 1 set of gray trousers
- 1 Pair of pants (Dark Gray, Isuas)
- 1 Pair of breeches (Cream, Isuas)
- 1 Pair of breeches (Light Gray, Isuas)
Outerwear:
-Long Light colored Cloak
- 1 scarf (Red, Isuas)
- 2 pairs of thick leather gloves
- 1 cloak (Dark green, Isuas, Rainproof oil)
- 1 cloak (Dark gray, Isuas, Rainproof oil)
- 1 Black leather belt
- 1 Belt Pouch
- 1 robe (Dark blue, silk)
- 1 broad brim hat (black, isuas, Rainproof (oil treatment)
Underwear:
- 5 pairs of undergarments (Light gray, Isuas)
Footwear:
- Boots, low
- 1 pair of leather boots, high
- 1 pair of slippers, furlined
- 1 pair of sandals
- 1 Backpack which contains:
- Comb (Bone)
- Brush (Bone)
- Soap
- Razor
- Balanced Rations (1 Week’s Worth)
- 1 eating knife
- Flint & Steel
- Insect Netting
- Hammock
- Tinder (10)
- Insect repellent
- Sunburn Cream
- Iron pot
Contained in Messengerbag charm:
- Book, Blank
- Quill (2)
- Ink (1 oz vial)
- Otterskin
- The Guide Book
- Silas Journal on Morphing
Carried on person:
- Composite Shortbow
- Quiver w/20 arrows
- Machete
- Hatchet
- Orenmir: Ghost's Bane (Bastard sword)
- Scabbard
- Syka Survival Knife
Other Possessions:
- 1 Waterskin
- 1 large tent (4 person)
- 100 ft of rope
- large tarp
- Lantern
- 2 torches,
- Bedroll
- Blanket
- fishing tackle & hooks
- Survival kit
- Preservation kit
- Woodworking kit
- Lamp oil (Gallon)
- Bluevien Gold Wine
- Sharpening stone
- Training dummy, simple
- Rustproof oil
- Tobacco tin
- Pipe
- Deepsea candied fruit
- Sharkskin cloth
Heirloom: A colorful felt ribbon, a parting reminder of his sister Farren.
Housing
Location: Syka
House: 1 room at the Protea Inn, for 140 gm a season.
Ledger
| Purchase | Cost | Total |
| Starting | +100 GM + 250 GM (Selling Horse) | 350 GM |
| Composite Shortbow | – 75 gm | |
| Quiver w/20 arrows | - 21 gm | |
| Machete | - 10 gm | |
| Hatchet | - .2 gm | |
| Belt Pouch | - 1 gm | |
| Insect Netting | - 25 gm | |
| Lantern | - 7 gm | |
| Survival kit | - 25 gm | |
| Preservation kit | - 5 gm | |
| Woodworking kit | - 25 | |
| Gloves | - .5 gm | |
| Boots,high | .5 gm | |
| Lamp oil (Gallon) | - 1 gm | |
| Hammock | - 5 gm | |
| Sunburn Cream | - .8 gm | |
| Pipe | - 5 gm | |
| Tinder (10) | - 1 sm | |
| Blue vision (2 oz) | - 4 sm | |
| Syliran Tobacco (2 oz) | - 6 sm | |
| Bluevien Gold | - 20 gm | |
| 121 gm, 9 sm | ||
| Reward | + 200 gm | |
| Bastard sword | - 35 gm | |
| Scabbard | - 4gm | |
| Sharpening stone | - 10 gm | |
| Training dummy, simple | - 10 gm | |
| Book, Blank | - 3 gm | |
| Quill (2) | - 1 gm | |
| Ink (1 oz vial) | - 1 gm | |
| Otterskin | - 90 gm | |
| Rustproof oil | - 10 gm | |
| 157 gm, 9 sm | ||
| Spring Seasonal Expenses (Common) | - 135 gm | |
| 22 gm, 9 sm | ||
| Spring Seasonal Wage | + 273 gm | |
| 295 gm, 9sm | ||
| Room at the Protea (Spring) | - 140 gm | |
| 155 gm | ||
| Iron pot | -5 sm | 154 gm, 5 sm |
| Syka Survival Knife | - 23 gm | 131 gm, 5 sm |
