The Great Golden Hoard Game Thread

[Valesse]

The sun had already started rising when Valesseka found the motivation to open her eyes, but within a second she was up and rushing to pack. Late, late, late! She thought, standing up like a prarie dog and frowned. Even from here she could tell that Éomeléo had left, and she found herself unable to forgive herself for helping him the night before. She raced into the shallow water after searching for the shallowest crossing. That was the VERY last time. Very last... Argg...

Moving across the landscape at a paced jog, Valesseka focused on nothing other than catching up to the Gondorian Noble -indeed-. Valesseka snarlled, oblivious to the sound of her pack strap straning to hold together. But by the time she had reached back to grab her lunch, the strap snapped. "Grrreat..."

Valesseka pulled her pack off and inspected the strap... it would not do to simply tie it, due to the weight of her supplies, but at the same there was no catching up with Éomeléo without fixing it. Looking down at her brooch, the girl shook her head. It couldn't hold her pack without breaking. She would have to sew it back together somehow. "It was in good condition when I left..." she looked around, not sure what for, "....Éomeléo!" With a growl she stood up. "That trecherous man! It HAD to be him! And after I had helped him..." Whether she was right or not, it was enough for her to quicken her pace. Leaving her pack for now where she took it off, the Arnorian went in search for a thick briar.

"He thinks he'll get away with it, does he?" She mused, somewhat hysterically. "He thinks I won't play this game too?" She pulled a large vine up and took two savage swings at it with her throwing ax. Returning to her pack she frowned. What exactly was she planning to use as thread? Moaning in misery, Valesseka deflated and sat on the ground. This is what I get for helping people. With a sigh the girl lowered her head when it hit her, quite literally. When she had pinned her shawl on the ground with her axe, the gash had started ravelling. With a grin she started pulling at the ravels until she had collected enough to repair her pack strap.

Pushing a hole into the leather piece, she next used the thorn again to force the threading through. The entire repair took less than an hour for her, and in that time she was forced (by her stomach) to have a quick lunch. "Not bad" smirked Valesseka, pushing the vine piece in the repaired pack incase she needed it later for later repairs. With a kind of vindictive air, she returned to jogging west. We'll see who's ahead tomorrow, Éomeléo.