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Name: Scorpion

Age:22

Gender:Male

Other: Nomadic, has a bow, a few steel arrows and iron arrows. Knows how to do basic ritual magic to make arrows go faster.

I woke up on the cold hard floor of my little hut on mainland. I sat up and reached for my bow. For a minute I couldn't find it and started to panic. But then my hand grazed over its smooth wooden surface and I picked it up. It felt light and sturdy. I set it down and started packing up my things. After a little while I was working my way through the forest on my way to the great tribe of mainland to trade. Another day in the life of a Nomad.

I saw it before it saw me. In 1 swift motion I had grabbed an arrow from my quiver and drew my bow. I aimed at it as it was turning. Right as it saw me an arrow hit its head. THUNK. It landed right between the eyes. I ran over to the animal and skined it. I dug into it raw beef with my iron knife and cut a peice off. I ate the peice right off my knife even though I knew I would probally get sick because of it. I had took most of the meat and started chopping down tree's to use. After about 10 minutes I had a small fire layed out and was roasting my beef. When I was done I put the extra beef in my backpack and started off. Along the way I picked up a stone and threw it. I heard a bird fly up and swiftly took an arrow and shot it. I focused all my energy and shifted it into the arrow and it bursted in a flash of speed and hit the bird square in the chest. I ran over to the bird and put it in my bag as I countinued on my way to the tribe of mainland.