{SEASONAL EVENT}{Open/AW} Charlie Has Spawned
Yll Tempesto


Age: 31 | Height: 5' 0" | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
Level: 0 - Strg: 10 - Dext: 10 - Endr: 15 - Luck: - Int:
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Charlie is Don't Starve's darkness antagonist



Dylan had feared that Yll's appearance so close to Deepfrost would spell disaster for them all if Yll wasn't lucid, informed, and most of all, quiet. Dare, who also lived on that "farm" on the outskirts, agreed, but was always the more optimistic of the two. They were relieved when he recovered fast and was accepting of all he was told. But Dylan had grown restless with one more body in that tiny shack of a dwelling, little more than a beaver's architecture of piled rubbish.

So he'd been sent out to fetch supplies and a bit of food. Money they didn't have, so instead he carried a wicker basket - fit for the trash long ago - heavily burdened with the first pickings of the winter harvest, and some of the extras from the fall season, mostly squashes. Dylan had thought a two sentence explanation and a stick drawing in the dirt sufficient to explain the way into town. Dare had thought it overly crude and pulled Yll aside to explain more thoroughly the layout of the town and which way he should go. Dylan had given him a shopping list, but they both discovered with surprise that Yll couldn't read it - which made sense given he was a foreigner portalled in. Dare explained that too. Yll nodded patiently, saying little, and asking fewer questions, which pleased Dylan and concerned Dare. But they were men and new as Yll was, he was a man, also, and so that last thought had been the end of thinking, and Dare rejoined Dylan in their modest "garden", mostly rocks, weeding, fertilizing, fixing broken fences, and all other manner of task needed to keep a dirt living going that never ceased.

Still somewhat weak and clumbsy, Yll's task was set before him and it seemed not to fit, but it fit better than the hard farm labor, all of which eluded his sense of logic; he preferred hunting, eating, and letting the rest fall where it may. His feet mostly cooperated, stumbling a bit as he went, his burden of barter crops swinging or bumping awkwardly here and there, and even created a small purpling bruise that looked far worse than it was. He followed his given directions, backtracking a few times; his internal compass and instincts didn't work well, here. But finally arrived to a place with much nicer homes than Dylan and Dare's. He spotted the first market stall.

"I'd like to trade.", he said, indicating his trash basket full of earth-grown food, all of which smelled nothing like meat at all and thus seemed completely inappetizing.

The woman behind the display of goods came a little closer so that he could see her rounded face and in-set aged eyes. "We only accept coins and metals. Have you any?", and he saw movement in the darkness behind the woman and understood there was another there.

He said nothing and ducked away, going to the next vendor, and spotting the display of candles, twine, spark-rocks, and other things that he'd been instructed to come back with.

"I'd like to trade.", he said again, his voice more sullen than last time, and indicated his basket of vegetables and greens.




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