<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Kittenpeeler/war%20weary/war_weary___j___3_by_mjranum_stock-d5amf8h.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Ngidi Ashia</span></strong></span><br/>Character Sheet Here (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=953886)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Role:</strong> Deckhand</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Location:</strong> Prowling the jungle</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Tagging:</strong> </span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Content:</strong> Sweating, trudging, biting insects.</span><br/><hr/><br/>The tropical heat was nothing new for Ashia. Dar Celim was a hot port city, and the surrounding countryside was a savannah dotted with thorn scrub... but the<em>humidity!</em>By the and of the day, she's flushed and wet with sweat . Despite her own discomfort, the first thing she does every night is draw her weapon and carefully tend to the blade, keeping it rust-free and unblemished, before seeking a space to clean herself.<br/><br/>Even with her discomfort, she didn't complain. That would have been shameful. Instead, she prowled their slow-moving column front and back, alert for dangers, stopping to assist the laborers when they needed it - this was her charge, her cause, and damned if she was going to shirk. However by the third day, it was clear the askari's patience was wearing thin. The heat, her armor, the drudgery, and now the insects, oh<em>ancestors</em>[ the little biting monsters. "If we caught enough of these in silk bags, maybe they could lift the ship," she had grumbled about the biting little vermin one day.<br/><br/>And on the third day, the wheels snap and Illoryn takes off to scout. Alert and steady, Ashia finds a place with a good view of the glade and surrounding area, surveying, keeping guard, and trying very hard to avert bordom. Watching tassil flounce and flit around the camp helps with that, of course, but<em>does</em>lead to other problems... As the day wore on, she sought to put another person on watch so that she could break for food and water in the shade... and while she's at it, maybe see what the environment has to offer.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Fort save Result: 17 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=63418). She's uncomfortable, but not fatigued!<br/><br/>As described, she's going to spend most of her time adhering to her Edict to guard her companions - however, even she has to take a breather, so starting a little after mid-afternoon (3 PM-ish?) she'll look for someoen to take her post as lookout, try to scrounge up some food for herself, and will take a short excursion out into the jungle herself, mainly to either find fresh water, or something to keep bugs the fuck away, or both! She'll be marking her way by cutting a wedge of bark off the trees she passes, and will turn back after 50 yards or so. </div></div>