(IC) Lost In Dreams [Peter]

[ericthered]

Goliath looks each way, and with prodding, picks a direction.

Soon enough, Peter comes across a house: a lone hut in the middle of a few fields of corn. The corn was planted nicely, but is now competing with weeds, and seems abandoned. No one is in the hut, and the fire pit outside of it is quite cold.

[the_matrix_walker]

"Where do you think they went boy?" Peter says rhetorically to his companion. "Think they might have left some pants?"

Peter has a look around, and tries to find something to wear, as well as any evidence of why this place might have been abandoned and for how long.

If he finds anything resembling a water skin, or portable foodstuffs that have not spoiled, or a knife (or other objects he might be able to use as a tool or weapon in the wilderness) he'll collect those as well. If he can find something to write with, and on, he will leave a note apologizing for his petty larceny, and explaining he will do his best to repay them.

[ericthered]

Despite the unkept fields, the house is quite clean. The beds (mats of straw) have blankets orderly laid out on them. There are four beds -- one the size of a twin bed, two yet smaller, and one obviously intended for an infant. Everything is clean and put away. And yet spider webs are all over the place. The most accurate guess Peter can make is the corn: it was planted this season, but hasn't been cared for since the planting. That makes it -- he's not sure what season it is. He would guess about two months.

Peter finds various clothes in the hut. They remind him more of underclothes than normal clothes, but they are a good deal better than nothing, a drab tan color.

The food stuffs are nearly absent -- just some very strong smelling powders presumably used as spice and a bowl of salt.

The other tools he might want are present: a knife (bronze?), and several other sort-of knives -- various metal tools for digging, poking, and cutting. A water skin. a cloth satchel (which really looks like a super cheap purse).

[the_matrix_walker]

He gathers the various tools that can be comfortably carried in the satchel and looks around for a water source to fill the skin. If the corn hasn't gone bad on the vine, he will pick several ears in case he is unable to find more food.

He will hold off at first on drinking or eating anything from the farm, in case it is abandoned due to some contaminate... He will keep a lookout to see if it seems like the local critters have been eating the corn or drinking the water with or without ill effect.

((What time of day is it? Has Peter been here long enough to figure out how long it seems to be til sunset?))

[ericthered]

The corn is too young, not too old. The previous crop appears to have been picked clean and left fallow in the field.

Peter woke up around dawn. Its only been an hour or two, so he has most of the day left.

The local critters seem to have been drinking from a nearby stream. He can see tracks, some of which are familiar, some of which are strange -- one of the strange sets is probably that oversized armadillo.

[the_matrix_walker]

Once he's drunk his fill and filled his skin, Peter continues down the path to explore and see what he can find.

If the path ended at the farm, he'll head the other way.

[ericthered]

Peter continues down the path. After another mile, Peter rather suddenly comes face to face with a fierce looking man who steps out from behind a tree. The man has a spear with a giant iron tip -- really a sword on the end of a stick. He's painted his face a garish pink, black, and green pattern. The massive blade swings towards Peter. Peter throws himself backwards, barely keeping his feet. His dog leaps at the foe, grabbing his arm. With a cry of pain the man releases his weapon, and tries to shake the dog off. He is unsuccessful and the animal worries around with its teeth, yanking the man around, and down to the ground. The man reaches up to hit the dog's head. The blow hits and the dog wines, but holds on.

[the_matrix_walker]

Peter's adrenaline and overconfidence gets the best of him at the sight of Goliath taking a blow to the head, and he grabs the fallen spear-sword from where the attacker dropped it, and lines it up to stab the assailant (evaluate).

"You better run mister! or you're gonna pay for hitting my dog!"

[ericthered]

The man gives a burst of effort to try and break free, ripping his arm out of the dog's teeth, He's still down, and peter is still lined up with the blade.

if he attacks this turn:

Spoiler:  

Attack: DX 11, default -5, partial telegraphic +2, evaluate +1, above opponent+1, All out +4 =14
Defense: dodge 9 or parry 10, -3 prone, +1 telegraphic, +0 unarmed (thrust) parry: 8
Damage: thr +3 imp = 1d+1 imp

Attack:13
defense: 9
damage : 6+1 = 7
no vitals hit (do we really need it though?)

The spear rams strait down into the man's gut. He jerks, and then goes still.

[the_matrix_walker]

Peter hesitates to attack the now unarmed man and instead calls Goliath to him, hoping that the ready weapon and dog at his side will dissuade the man.

"Goliath, Come!" Peter commands while continuing to evaluate his opponent, brandishing the sword spear towards him.