Day 2
Never again.
Digging out the inside of a giant tree with my claws is not fun. Spent hours picking out splinters in the middle of the field so I could see what I'm doing. First item I'd like to buy out of the supply depot that was mentioned, is night vision goggles. Too many display monitors over the years have ruined my nightvision, no matter how many carrots are shoved down my gullet.
Did I mention yet? I'm a gryphon. Gryphon, griffin, whatever. Spelling doesn't change what I am. Although... I am not typical. See my paws? They're in the front, and my back legs are talons. My... feline genes are recessive, I was told. My avian genes dominate most of me, so no fur, but feathers and scales. I can't complain much, except typing... is challenging. I can see why humans enjoy thumbs.
I'm getting off track again. I earned rudimentary stone tools for giving Bitsy her bits of dirt, sand and gravel. Surprised me that she wanted wood tools next, but who can complain. Wood fells a bit slower to the claw then dirt, but money is money for a gryph.
While I patrolled the outside of my tree, seeking what Bitsy wants, I've accumulated various seeds and flora of this... place. Its relatively nice, and I can't help thinking past inhabited. Why? There's a giant freakin' straw man outside my door! With a caged monster under one foot, that keeps spinning and sparking little bits of fire that I can't help but think will like this giant straw man on fire. Not to mention little black pillars dotting the landscape here and there. It makes my pinfeathers stand on end, going near one.
Getting back on point, it appears that whenever I kill a creature or a monster here, it comes flying back at me as this haze of black smoke. Next thing I know, I have a sidebar on the quest tablet, showing me what monsters and creatures that fell to me, and I can choose to change into one. They seem to have various abilities. Green humans that moan and snarl as they walk around, and smack into you like a truck. Occasionally they have swords, or armor, or even carry random objects. Skeletons of the dead with bow and arrow, and believe me, arrows in the wing hurt like hell.
Now that I've gotten a handful of what Bitsy wanted, she sold me a 'blind bag', apparently the business' best and most popular product. I'll.. just save it for later. My pockets are spilling apart now, and I have no choice but to cobble together some boxes to keep things. Chests. Boxes, whatever. I'm considering whether or not to take the money or take the blind bags instead. There's no bank, but at least whenever I get knocked out by a monster, I can apparently find my things right where I hit the ground.
My atlas that seems to happily inhabit the right of the quest tablet fills more as I flit about, examining my surroundings. Nice flat areas, but its pretty dry here. I have wandered westward, only to encounter these... mutants that walk on their horns and you can shear their fur to make a bed for yourself. When I have the supplies, I'll lead a pair of those monsters back into the flatlands, so I can take advantage of their wool.
The deserts are harsh and covered in prickly cacti, I can't see how much survived here.
Time to make myself at home. And possibly examine that brick corridor that is twisting up the roots of my tree...
~Intern "Bandit" aka Zephyr the Gryphon