Trapped - digging out the Town Hall

Nayati Utina · 02-07-2011, 04:05 PM

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This is the thread where those who took refuge in the Town Hall dig themselves out. Dated to February 8th/9th. More info here. 500+

Two days. Two days the members of the tribe had spend huddled in the sturdy hall, waiting for the storm to pass. Well, not every member of AniWaya was present and Nayati prayed that those who had not made it here were alright. He also prayed that the stable was withstanding the storm and the horses that it housed as well. Losing Iye had never been something he had worried about, but now that was a very real possibility and such a chance left a very real ache in his chest. The dapple grey stallion had been his horse for so long, he could not imagine losing him and having to find another. The worst part was having to sit in here and be unable to do anything. The Gadui Kanati was a man of action, not one used to or prone to idleness. This may have been a necessary evil, but it was one that he enjoyed no more for that fact. The only good thing was that he had Liliana with him. Even poor Dawali had broken his leg on his way to the hall.

They had had food stores in here, so they had had things to eat as well as melted snow to drink, but hunger still gnawed at his insides. The hunter wanted a fresh kill, fresh meat to bring to his people, but here he was stuck inside these walls while the winter raged outside. Nayati tried to occupy himself as best he could, but still nervous energy built up inside his muscles and bones, urging him to act. The atmosphere inside the Town Hall did not help this. There was a miasma of discomfort thick in the air. When would the snow stop? Would it ever? At this point it nearly seemed that they would all be buried alive here. The Utina's jaw had become hard and set, his teetch clenching together, his shoulders tense and his mood ready to burst into fire at even the slightest spark.

Evening was falling, at least that is what his internal clock was telling him, and he was laying on his back, staring at the unchanging ceiling of the hall. Suddenly the man felt an acute presence and he turned to see Onawa's large steel-blue eyes staring him right in the face. His Spirit Guide had been absent since the storm had started, but of course there had been no cause to be concerned for her health. "It has stopped." Nayati shot up into a seated position. It was over. The hunter looked around to his fellow tribesmembers. "The storm has stopped," he said, repeating the news he had just received. "The snows are very deep though. You will need to dig yourselves out from this place." He was not surprised to hear this, and really he was just happy to know that he could start doing something.

The Gadui Kanati stood up, his eyes searching for where there might be some shovels or other digging tools stored in the building. "We need to start digging ourselves out of here. Who will help me?" They would likely need to climb up and exit and window and then work outside to clear the main entrance. It would be hard, cold work, but it needed to be done.

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