04-18-2015, 02:42 PM
It took him all of the remaining daylight to skin the great, hairy beast. A couple omni forged daggers, and then a good half an hour cleaning the beast out, setting organs and meat aside while he went to work peeling off its hide, which was far more delicate work. That took a good couple of hours given the beast's size and the toughness of its hide. Yet, the Chosen persevered, taking a workman like quality to it, just doing a job. In all honesty it wasn't that bad, a tad boring perhaps, but it was far better than say, climbing along the rafters of Anor Londo's great cathedral. Eventually though, with the sun hiding behind the tallest mountains and casting everything in a great shade, the Chosen Undead finished. He looked up, and it was easy to tell that there was not much daylight yet, particularly not in a land with such great mountains. He needed to at least give the hide time to dry, stretched out and scraped...so he may as well make camp here, near the cliff and in the trees, where he would have at least a small amount of shelter. So, he created a Bonfire, the familiar, rusted and soot stained blade appearing amidst a ring of stones, a warm, comfortable blaze rising up around it, the flames licking and twining around it. Ah, it had him feeling almost homesick! Still, he continued about his work, a few stakes were conjured, and the hide of the beast was stretched out on four points, the greasy, glistening underside of the fur pointed up, slanted at an angle so that it could drip down into the snow. Then, a slightly flatter, straighter knife, and he went about gently scraping down the hide, removing much of the viscera and gore from the great expanse of fur. Once that was done, he let the knife 'fade' away, but there was one more thing to do before he could relax next to his bonfire.
His eyes slid over, head turning to look at the great pile of skinned meat and organs sitting in a messy pile some meters away. It would very likely attract predators of some sort. Wolves, another wampa, there was no telling really, and it had a rank, unpleasant smell, and he did not much feel like sampling a cooked portion of it. So what he did was summon a great stretch of cloth, carefully slipped it under the great pile and scooped them onto it, hefted it up by the corners, and then carted it away, very far away from his fire, about a ten minute walk all considered, and then walked back, before using a torch, some fire, and some good old fashioned burning to cleanse the ground after washing his armor off with handfuls of frozen, chilly snow. With that done, he finally sat down next to his fire, his back against a tree as he stared at the flickering flames. The Chosen allowed himself to relax..but only slightly, his first night had taught him, that you couldn't let your guard down here, even when sitting at a bonfire. Thus, while he relaxed, he had to stay somewhat attentive, sitting here through the night. Not the most fun, but there it was, and eventually he drifted off, going into a light, fitful sleep. As luck would have it, nothing came after him this night, by some stroke of fortune, or perhaps anything that wandered by was content to feast on the meat of the Wampa, but eventually morning came, his hide was dry...and a bit crackly and frozen..but he was able to heat it up a bit, roll it up, and into his Bottomless Box it went. Then, he left a few light messages to warn everyone who might come through this world, about the Wampa, the trees, some advice about the cliffs...and then off he went. There was still much to be done after all! He had three more tasks to fulfill.
His eyes slid over, head turning to look at the great pile of skinned meat and organs sitting in a messy pile some meters away. It would very likely attract predators of some sort. Wolves, another wampa, there was no telling really, and it had a rank, unpleasant smell, and he did not much feel like sampling a cooked portion of it. So what he did was summon a great stretch of cloth, carefully slipped it under the great pile and scooped them onto it, hefted it up by the corners, and then carted it away, very far away from his fire, about a ten minute walk all considered, and then walked back, before using a torch, some fire, and some good old fashioned burning to cleanse the ground after washing his armor off with handfuls of frozen, chilly snow. With that done, he finally sat down next to his fire, his back against a tree as he stared at the flickering flames. The Chosen allowed himself to relax..but only slightly, his first night had taught him, that you couldn't let your guard down here, even when sitting at a bonfire. Thus, while he relaxed, he had to stay somewhat attentive, sitting here through the night. Not the most fun, but there it was, and eventually he drifted off, going into a light, fitful sleep. As luck would have it, nothing came after him this night, by some stroke of fortune, or perhaps anything that wandered by was content to feast on the meat of the Wampa, but eventually morning came, his hide was dry...and a bit crackly and frozen..but he was able to heat it up a bit, roll it up, and into his Bottomless Box it went. Then, he left a few light messages to warn everyone who might come through this world, about the Wampa, the trees, some advice about the cliffs...and then off he went. There was still much to be done after all! He had three more tasks to fulfill.