06-16-2012, 10:35 PM
Lukos was fairly deep in the Dampwoods when he came across a lake. He decided to set camp here and fish for some food, so he set his bag down and took out his carving knife. He searched the trees for good cutting wood, when he spotted an ash tree. Very healthy, plenty of branches that are somewhat low to the ground. Since he didn't have any string or a hook on him, he would just have to do with an old fashion fishing spear.
As he drew near the ash, he started to pick out his branch of choice. He spotted a good branch, ten feet off the ground, and fairly long. Lukos put the knife hilt sideways in his mouth and started climbing the tree. Twice he almost slipped and fell, but he kept on going until he reached his prize. He took the knife out of his mouth and started sawing at the branch, sitting on the end that wasn't going to fall off. As he was sawing, he started whistling to himself. "What a beautiful day." he said to himself while sawing the branch. As the branch fell, Lukos threw the knife into the soft ground below and started to climb down. Halfway to the ground, he lost his grip on the bark and fell the rest of the way down. He landed a foot away from his knife, and if he was any closer to it, he would have landed on a rock he just noticed while laying on the ground. laughing softly to himself about his close encounter with near paralyzation, he just laid there, staring at the sky. "You know what? I'm just going to stay here for a while." Soon he fell asleep just laying there, tired from traveling and falling out of the tree.
As he drew near the ash, he started to pick out his branch of choice. He spotted a good branch, ten feet off the ground, and fairly long. Lukos put the knife hilt sideways in his mouth and started climbing the tree. Twice he almost slipped and fell, but he kept on going until he reached his prize. He took the knife out of his mouth and started sawing at the branch, sitting on the end that wasn't going to fall off. As he was sawing, he started whistling to himself. "What a beautiful day." he said to himself while sawing the branch. As the branch fell, Lukos threw the knife into the soft ground below and started to climb down. Halfway to the ground, he lost his grip on the bark and fell the rest of the way down. He landed a foot away from his knife, and if he was any closer to it, he would have landed on a rock he just noticed while laying on the ground. laughing softly to himself about his close encounter with near paralyzation, he just laid there, staring at the sky. "You know what? I'm just going to stay here for a while." Soon he fell asleep just laying there, tired from traveling and falling out of the tree.