Ubberific
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Re: Who Rules the Ruins (Ubberific) GMed by ranger
Rikke looked over the ship and sighed at the lack of passable beds, guess only the bed in the captains quarters survived. Even it was more than little worn down. Still the girls were busy in there, meant Rikke needed to find a place to spend the night.
The island proved on more than one occasion that nothing on it was of any threat to the girls, meant Rikke could sleep wherever she thought fit. It was really long day and Rikke did recall seeing quite a few possible locations to rest up...but it was all the way back onland.
The foxy heroine was about to leave when she heard the gentle wind flap the sails up above. Rikke raised her eyes up and smiled widely, the crows nest was in nigh-perfect shape! The girl glanced around and wondered what the sight from way up there would be like... and before she knew it she was already on top, even finding a spyglass to boot!
Actually if she gathered up some of the remnants of the sails, maybe the remains of the flag she could potentially make a hammock!... or a blanket, though she was high up and with a spyglass in hand, it would've been a sin not to peak over to the rivalry camp. Rikke cleaned up the spyglass and peered through, even looking around the island just out of curiousity.
Whatever she saw the girl would gather up some cloth from up here and get to quickly making a improv hammock if possible.
Rikke looked over the ship and sighed at the lack of passable beds, guess only the bed in the captains quarters survived. Even it was more than little worn down. Still the girls were busy in there, meant Rikke needed to find a place to spend the night.
The island proved on more than one occasion that nothing on it was of any threat to the girls, meant Rikke could sleep wherever she thought fit. It was really long day and Rikke did recall seeing quite a few possible locations to rest up...but it was all the way back onland.
The foxy heroine was about to leave when she heard the gentle wind flap the sails up above. Rikke raised her eyes up and smiled widely, the crows nest was in nigh-perfect shape! The girl glanced around and wondered what the sight from way up there would be like... and before she knew it she was already on top, even finding a spyglass to boot!
Actually if she gathered up some of the remnants of the sails, maybe the remains of the flag she could potentially make a hammock!... or a blanket, though she was high up and with a spyglass in hand, it would've been a sin not to peak over to the rivalry camp. Rikke cleaned up the spyglass and peered through, even looking around the island just out of curiousity.
Whatever she saw the girl would gather up some cloth from up here and get to quickly making a improv hammock if possible.