[h1][center][color=green]Kriv 'Jackal' Westari[/color][/center][/h1][hr]


[indent][color=red] "We build shelter, yeah?"[/color] Kriv asked, his tongue still adapting to this foreign language. [color=red]"No trees, plants too thin, Stone doesn't break...I only have dirt to sculpt."[/color] He gestured as he held up a clump of dirt. [color=red]"Not deep enough for simple holes, perhaps I could craft a single dirt hut with some great passings...Long time to dig out all that. Any other ideas?"[/color] He directed his speech to the strange hairless mammal that offered assistance, but still kept his voice loud enough for the rest of the group to join in.
[color=red]"It is best we build something to sleep in, it is always dangerous to be left in the open. Caves, I do not trust those caves in that unnatural mountain. We need materials to build with.."[/color]

The bipedal reptile scanned the rest of the group that had gathered. The weird spider-hairless mammal hybrid had power over knowledge, the strangely robed creature professed something of 'magic'; There were fables of the dangers of witches in his old world, but giving the situation he'd get over that stigma for the sake of survival. [i] She seemed harmless enough.[/i] Others were talking about other worlds, other times. That explained their alien appearance. They all had marks on their hands too, so the gift he was given wasn't entirely a coincidence. Some reason for it..a reason he'd have to deduce later.

[color=red]"Can any of you fashion supplies in this green wasteland?"[/color] He asked, as if they could fabricate wood from thin air. Hopeful thinking it was. 
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