Of Gods and Kings

"Yes. For the Creator is too busy creating to guide us, and so they grant their knowledge upon the Messenger, who grants it upon us. This is why when I pondered the nature of existence, I was greeted with flashes of wonderful things. This was the Messenger relaying the Creator's will of the shape of things to come."

Ethan holds up the tablets, letting all see the symbol and the figure he's carved into them.

I would return to the fire after inspecting the riverbed and area of plants and dip my hand lightly into the water basket to take a small drink, and looks around at everyone, his interest starting to grow, who were these people, how did we get here?
Maybe it is this Creator? May not be..I agree for now.
For now, we must live, eat, drink, breath, all we need right now.
Later I will return to check plants, see if any can be used, for now I will rest by the fire and wait.

Doesn't look at it as she glances into the woods once more before pulling the burnt end of her stick out of the flames. From there she places the burnt end upon the large rock. She hovered a hand close to it and feels the heat.

Finding a face place she grips the stick and begins to carve the damaged bits away until she gets a notibale point easily 5 inches from the tip to the base of the stick.

As she looks over her work she notice the difference in the wood from the unburnt to the burnt. She ponders this and begins to carefu examine the burnt end finding it cool enough to touch. As she feels, she notices it's harder.

She thinks over this information for a moment before slowly placeing more of the stick in the flames and begins to hhardening ever so slowly

(Ooc) that painting shall be put in a museum

Vol would be slightly over 7' and have broad shoulders, holding himself in a straight position as he sits down cross legged, as he looks down at a few different flowers his long uncut snowy white hair falls over his face, causing him to pull it back behind his back every so often.
As he begins to oull his hair back a few times he ends up pulling out a few pieces of longer blades of grass to try and tie his hair back so he can continue looking over the grass and flowers.
He looks up at the group after thinking for a bit
"Call, me Vol. Yes, Vol will be good name for self."
As he says this, it feels right with himself, and he nods before having a look around at them to study their features.

Finishing hardening her spear and pull it out if the flames and smiles at her work, now having a proper weapon.

She sighs and rubs one of her arms ad she places the spear next to her before bending her knees and removing her shoes to look over her feet.

(Ooc) Welp I'm heading to bed

Mort has been wondering the land around the place where he woke. He remembers things that he never saw or did. Yet he remembers it all the same. He finds it strange, knowing things from a time before, he knows that he breaths air, that he needs to survive, that a stone is more then just rock. That animals can be both useful and dangerous. He rubs his head grunting to himself from the pain of these mutiple thoughts.

He tries to clear his mind as he focuses on his senses. The taste of the air which he breaths, the scents of the land, the feeling of the wind upon his flesh and of course the sights of the night sky. He looks up almost lost in its beauty before shaking his head looking towards the light in the distance.

He unlike the otheres have moved in the opposite direction, closer to the moutain then the forest. Why he doesn't know, but it felt right. He squints at the light disrupting the darkness seeing mutiple figures whom look like him, yet are not him.

He ponders going to them before looking at the area he is in, unsure what is the correct decision. The memories tell him that being with a group is the smartest decision, but he feels that he needs something here. Something at the moutain draws him to it.

He looks over himself and the few things he has taken as he thinks over his decision. He has his shoes, pants and shirt all still in a decent condition, he also carries an old stick about the length of his for arm in his upper left hand and in his upper right is a small sharp stone.

(Ooc) So, Actions that I've done so far. Inspect the trees pretty extensively, climb a tree and breaking off a large branch (4-5 feet). She then carves all of the branches and twigs off, using a small sharp stone making a pile of those things next to her. She then burns the damaged end of it in the flames and carves a 5 inch sharp point making a decent sized spear. Now she's looking at her feet

And all of these being done sepreatley.