Kaisel
”So, frogs are different from toads because frogs have more webby feet and lowkey need water way more. Their legs are also longer, so they jump really far and swim better.” Kaisel is regaling Colt with what they should be on the look out for based on the mixed reports they received. ”Toads, on the other hand, are fat and stubby. They’re chopped. They still need water, but not as much, and usually do fine with mud. They’re better diggers and hoppers than swimmers.” He airplanes out with his arms as his step goes a bit wayward over a root he’s navigating.
He’s wearing his soldier garb for this expedition. The taller, dark boots provide better traction and protection against the wilderness, but a few patches of the bog have already threatened to well up over the leather. His black pants are tucked inside the boots, trim instead of his usual baggy preference. He’s got on a long-sleeved shirt beneath the charcoal windbreaker zipped up over him, fighting back the chill of the season and all the wet here the best it can. He shifts the pack against his back, keychain swinging with the movement. His knuckle dusters are in his pant pockets, but the chakram is in his hand, helping him hack away vegetation.
”SO, that means if we find tracks that are shorter together it’s a toad, and if longer apart, it’s a frog. Either way, the toes on their feet, especially their back ones, leave distinct marks.” You’d think he’s one of their word kids with a niche obsession over amphibians, but really he’s been brushing up on his enemy, the gummy worm thieving RUPERT. So he’s scouring the ground they cross for signs of tracks left in the bog, which would be easier if he didn’t have to stoop through the fog and hop around from ‘dry’ patch to dry patch as if imitating the beast.
Kaisel is scouring the ground on the dry areas and looking in nearby wetter spots for the tracks from the creature’s feet.
On him is everything in his profile, and has a backpack that has basic supplies like: water, granola bars, bandages, matches, a compass, and a pair of shorts to change into so that he’s never caught unprepared at a sleepover again.
Regional Score bonus: +1 in all shrine visits, drops, PQ+s, KQs, etc.
He’s wearing his soldier garb for this expedition. The taller, dark boots provide better traction and protection against the wilderness, but a few patches of the bog have already threatened to well up over the leather. His black pants are tucked inside the boots, trim instead of his usual baggy preference. He’s got on a long-sleeved shirt beneath the charcoal windbreaker zipped up over him, fighting back the chill of the season and all the wet here the best it can. He shifts the pack against his back, keychain swinging with the movement. His knuckle dusters are in his pant pockets, but the chakram is in his hand, helping him hack away vegetation.
”SO, that means if we find tracks that are shorter together it’s a toad, and if longer apart, it’s a frog. Either way, the toes on their feet, especially their back ones, leave distinct marks.” You’d think he’s one of their word kids with a niche obsession over amphibians, but really he’s been brushing up on his enemy, the gummy worm thieving RUPERT. So he’s scouring the ground they cross for signs of tracks left in the bog, which would be easier if he didn’t have to stoop through the fog and hop around from ‘dry’ patch to dry patch as if imitating the beast.
Kaisel is scouring the ground on the dry areas and looking in nearby wetter spots for the tracks from the creature’s feet.
On him is everything in his profile, and has a backpack that has basic supplies like: water, granola bars, bandages, matches, a compass, and a pair of shorts to change into so that he’s never caught unprepared at a sleepover again.
Regional Score bonus: +1 in all shrine visits, drops, PQ+s, KQs, etc.
Wanted me to fail out of spite, I didn't
All bark but they don't bite, they timid
All bark but they don't bite, they timid
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
