[center][h2]Shokatsu Yu[/h2][h3]Sunswept Plains[/h3][/center]

"... I... Suppose that'll have to do?"

Scratching his cheek as he mused quietly to himself, Yu looked over the results of his handiwork. The cloth that he had in his inventory was sufficient to make some basic tents for the group—three in all—but not much beyond that. As distasteful as sleeping on the ground seemed to be, though, the presence of tents was most certainly better than nothing.

On the upside, at least they seemed to be of well-enough make that one would struggle to see that they had been made by someone who had no prior experience making them.

"Maybe I should go buy some more cloth at our next stop... Hm?"

Just as he finished putting the newly-woven tents off to the side in a pile, Yu glanced off to the side. Seeing two of their group return—and with fish aplenty, no less—was a welcome sight, but...

"Welcome... Back? You two certainly have your hands full," he remarked, waving towards the pair before his attention fell towards the elven mage. "Ah... Bit of a mishap, I take it? Didn't think fishing could get that messy."

[@VitaVitaAR][@Sho Minazuki][hr]
Though it would be a bit of a struggle to actually [i]get[/i] to the branches pinning the cub in place, Kokoma would soon find that actually freeing it would require only the breaking of a few choice wood away. The animal underneath would still react a bit apprehensively towards the Shenke's approach, but no more than that.

Once freed from its wooden prison, though, the cub would attempt to leave, only to end up almost immediately stumbling over its broken limb. At this point, though, Eunice would finally speak up, having watched the entire situation play out in silence until now.

"I can heal it, but we should set the limb before doing so," she remarked as she picked up some more of the wood lying about. "We should return and begin preparations before night falls; I assume you plan on keeping it for the near future, so unless you wish to do so here and now..."

[@Rune_Alchemist][hr]
[h3][center]Sen Rynta — Outskirts[/center][/h3]
The unlucky hobgoblins closest to the epicenter of the spell found their entire bodies covered in a layer of frost and ice, and for good reason—with little to help against the cold in terms of clothing, being exposed to such temperatures was more than just debilitating. The bodies themselves were not completely frozen through, and so did not shatter upon impact...

But the grotesque statues did certainly stand out against the greenery.

Those that were spared the worst of the magic, though, only fared so much better. Few had limbs frozen to their weapons or were half-trapped in the ice on the ground, locking them in place to be dispatched summarily. Of course, all were aware of the threat in front of them now and were fully in 'flight' mode—not that they could really act upon that, of course.

[@Hammerman][@Operator Luna]