<div class="floatleft">(http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc112/Changecloak/warrior-male-occ-368.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Roderick Rutgar</span></strong></span><br/>http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=948727 (http://Character Sheet Here)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Role:Reluctant Tracker</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Location:</strong> In the Jungle</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Tagging:Ramza, Ngidi, Kivana Ferren</strong> </span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Content:</strong> (A general idea of what can be found in your post)</span><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>To put it bluntly and simply, it felt<em>damned</em>good to be out of that ship and on his legs. Of course it hadn't started out this pleasant, and if he could, he would try and forget entirely about the first day. He had never actually been in a jungle before and he expected it to be more like the forests he had grown up in, so the feeling of practically swimming through the air took him by surprise. Several hours of complaining later, he suddenly became aware of the glares being directed in his direction. So he managed to shut up, and instead focused on the surrounding trees and vegetation, inwardly fuming while outwardly sweating.<br/><br/>After the first day he kept his complaints to a minimum, not wanting to be glared at by everyone in attendance, since there was nothing stopping them from simply stabbing him and letting him bleed out. Besides, he had begun to adapt to the heat. Not having heavy armour weigh him down helped, but he was also falling back into some old habits that he had gotten in the Swabian Forests, where he would disappear for days at a time after a fight with his parents. He starts seeing the (admittedly few) similarities between this unknown and the familiar forests back home. Hell, he even has a bounce in his step.<br/><br/>That bounce falters a moment when the wheel breaks, but he recovers quickly, not wanting to slide back into the complaining asshole state of mind again. He finds it hard not to though, especially whenever he sees how little progress is being made. Not able to offer help (since he knows nothing about woodworking) he leaves the group and heads into the jungle. Not used to having to work as a unit, he doesn't tell anyone where he's going, though someone might notice him leaving since he doesn't try and hide it.<br/><br/>Pulling an arrow from his quiver and placing it on the string, Roderick resolves to try and hunt something. Maybe there would be a water source around somewhere where the local critters gathered. Or maybe there was something stalking him. Either way, at least he would be in a better mood than sitting about staring at a problem he was helpless to fix.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Roderick rolled a 16 and adds 5, so he's sitting at 21. Maybe not as comfortable as Kiviana but definitely not hurting<br/>At 2014-08-23 21:35:28, Jecter (uid: 27823) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 21 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=63472)</div></div>