Taking The Fields By Storm (Open)

koel tryin' to take what's lost and broke and make it right In a weird way, Koel was back in his element. Sure, they’d been transported into some horrifying world which seemed both barren and hostile, and sure his people were terrified (although some were morbidly curious) but exploring unknown and potentially dangerous terrain was something he was well familiar. Whatever terrors lurked out there—and surely there were terrors a plenty in such a blighted looking land—he would find them, study them, and hopefully neutralize them if he could. It would be a bit harder without proper supplies and tools, but he’d manage. For now, though, he was headed towards an area that seemed more promising than scary: there were some fields that he wanted to check out as potential arable land. Although the former Overseer had never really gotten good at agriculture during his tenure, he knew at least a little bit more, and since there were few farmers among them, he was better than nothing. For now, he was making his way on foot; as much as he might want to take to the skies, he felt it best to remain cautious and not expose himself like that until he knew a bit more about what was out there. Unlike many in the group that had come from Northaven, Koel wasn’t a risk taker. Of course, his former position didn’t give him as much authority as he’d hoped, so he couldn’t get everyone to listen to him. That just meant that once again—because really, he’d been one of the few people doing anything useful among the leadership—he’d have to strike out on his own and make do. When he arrived at the edge of the fields, he surveyed them gingerly. However, try as he might to spot danger, they remained placid and normal looking (well, as normal looking as anything in this grey and ashy world ever looked). Still, he refrained from venturing too far into the area, for fear of what might turn up. Slow and steady would have to win this race. He hadn't gotten this far in his life by being stupid; there was nothing to be gained by rushing about and everything to be gained from taking his time. Whatever people might think of this new land they'd been thrust into, the very state of the land told him there was darkness afoot here.