Smiles are contagious.
As he watched the swarm of bugs collect around the water, Zavien was initially unimpressed. It wasn't exactly the awe-inspiring response to his call that he was hoping for, but as he watched the collective power of bodies and wings stop the debris from floating down river, he determined to make full use of their efforts. Simultaneously, he noticed the presence of other people in the area. An ancient appeared to be frying lunch (perhaps slightly overcooking it), another person was leisurely collecting a snack of nuts and seeds, and the last was boiling the water for their delicious stew. Even the little creature was doing its part, cooking nearby assailants. Obviously food was on his mind. Maybe when all this chaos was over, he could invite these other good Samaritans over for a campfire meal? He smiled at the thought and prepared to jump back into the fray.
However, when his leg strained to move towards the waterway, a loud slurping sound was all that resulted. Looking down, he saw the ground attempting to swallow him whole. Each second his legs sank deeper into the mud, seeping through his pantlegs. He growled in frustration. Although the first instinct of panic was strong, Zavien hardened his mind and began assessing his options. Despite his limited experience with the substance, he understood that using a solid external anchor would be his way of escaping. A nearby tree stump among the sea of infected flora could be his ticket out of this mess. It had obviously been felled before the spread of the Void and Zavien felt confident that it - and its strong roots - remained untouched. Except that it was out of arm's reach.
Zavien paused for less than a second, spinning his bag to the front of his body and rummaging around for the rope he used to make his tent. With it in hand, he tied a large loop, ensuring very little probability that he would miss and threw it over the stump, planning to pull himself out of the sinking earth. Hopefully the others were fairing better than him.
Zavien is using one of the ropes from his campsite equipment to lasso a stump and pull himself out!
However, when his leg strained to move towards the waterway, a loud slurping sound was all that resulted. Looking down, he saw the ground attempting to swallow him whole. Each second his legs sank deeper into the mud, seeping through his pantlegs. He growled in frustration. Although the first instinct of panic was strong, Zavien hardened his mind and began assessing his options. Despite his limited experience with the substance, he understood that using a solid external anchor would be his way of escaping. A nearby tree stump among the sea of infected flora could be his ticket out of this mess. It had obviously been felled before the spread of the Void and Zavien felt confident that it - and its strong roots - remained untouched. Except that it was out of arm's reach.
Zavien paused for less than a second, spinning his bag to the front of his body and rummaging around for the rope he used to make his tent. With it in hand, he tied a large loop, ensuring very little probability that he would miss and threw it over the stump, planning to pull himself out of the sinking earth. Hopefully the others were fairing better than him.
Zavien is using one of the ropes from his campsite equipment to lasso a stump and pull himself out!
Zavien
