Board Thread:Off-Topic/@comment-5354667-20140723155446/@comment-24739946-20140729160945

Lucas

Lucas swam to the nearby shores of an island mostly consisting of stone, and a large hill, also made purely of stone. He got up onto the rugged stone, and spotted a burnt village, mostly demolished with bombs. He spotted what somewhat looked like a forge, and various metals, along with horrbily crafted swords. He took some of the metals, and began to forge a katana, putting into use 10 years of smithing practise and work.

Afterwards, he pulled his master crafted katana from the anvil, cooling it down inthe nearby well, which was struggling to stay together. He then took some fabric, which happened to be lieing around, and wrapped it around the handle, resulting in a more comfortable grip.

"Years practising smithing finally paid off for the second time in my life." Spoke Lucas, with a sense of pride in his new weapon. He then realised that his battle club was now obsolete, so he threw it in his bag.

He suddenly decided to relax and sit down, before looking around. He spotted a small home, now blown to pieces. The door, was still locked, but a wall had clearly been destroyed, allowing him to walk in, finding some beef, and bread, as well as a fairly large water bottle, made from solid steel. He picked it up, and filled it with water from the well, which shortly afterwards broke apart.

Lucas also considered the situation. He realised that the plateau tribe was clearly unfriendly, and he had to get away. He couldn't try to join, as some of their archers saw him and would likely try to kill him.

He thought about joining magma, which seemed sensible at first, until he realised that magma was a ridiculous distance away from anywhere. He then thought about joining canyon. It seemed like his best shot at anything, but they didn't accept new members. Unless...

Lucas then swam towards canyon.