Raining on me so damn long, but that's relief to a man who calls a desert home
In speaking with the locals around here, Colt has successfully traded help and goods for items in return. Clothing better suited for keeping the heat at bay and protecting skin—loose but long, flowy and sheer, allowing heat out but trapping sweat for wind to better cool it, and shielding from direct sun. Her prize trade is some wraps for all of them, charcoal layered between the fabric that’s sewn together, the only way the locals dare enter this area.
”Here,” Colt offers to everyone who comes, wrapping her own blue one around her head and face, keeping it secure beneath her hat. ”This will help combat the risks you can breathe in here. I plan to ask Frey to help us clear that, once we’ve done enough work to make bothering her worth it, but until now…” She’s no problem asking a god for help, but it’s good to help yourself first.
Once she finishes passing them out she slings her pack back over her shoulder, quiver and bow over it, and stands tall with a machete in hand, surveying the jungle. ”Avoid bumping the pretty flowers,” she warns. ”They release the hallucinogens and toxic spores.”
Colt arrives with everything in her profile as well as a machete, a pack with some basic first aid supplies and some food and water, and cloth wraps for their heads and faces layered with charcoal to help combat some of the toxins.
”Here,” Colt offers to everyone who comes, wrapping her own blue one around her head and face, keeping it secure beneath her hat. ”This will help combat the risks you can breathe in here. I plan to ask Frey to help us clear that, once we’ve done enough work to make bothering her worth it, but until now…” She’s no problem asking a god for help, but it’s good to help yourself first.
Once she finishes passing them out she slings her pack back over her shoulder, quiver and bow over it, and stands tall with a machete in hand, surveying the jungle. ”Avoid bumping the pretty flowers,” she warns. ”They release the hallucinogens and toxic spores.”
Colt arrives with everything in her profile as well as a machete, a pack with some basic first aid supplies and some food and water, and cloth wraps for their heads and faces layered with charcoal to help combat some of the toxins.
Colt
Still gripping the shovel that got me here, fear if I let go I might disappear
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
