I also looked around for several landmarks, being absolutely sure of my location so that after my rebirth, I could come back to recover my stuff. I quickly consulted my map to pinpoint exactly where I was. Most of the stuff I was carrying didn’t matter, but the armor took a very long time to make. Luckily, even if I died, I knew that could come back to where my corpse rests to reclaim my possessions. Halfway up, I realized that I would never make it to the top with my limited stamina. Unfortunately, the cliffside was very high, and climbing all the way to the top it was beyond my abilities.
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The hyena and the crocodile mutually decided that eating me would far more interesting than fighting each other, and they broke off from their battle to chase me up a cliff. Of course, the best laid plans… When I attempted my run, things immediately went south. That would allow me to skate right up the middle, staying clear of battle. The hyena on the left was fighting a crocodile, so if I ran quickly, I would probably be able to hug closer to those two while they were distracted, avoiding the attention of the three hyenas on the right. There were hyenas on both sides of my desired route. I was going to have to make a run for it. Peering across the river to the path I wanted to take on the other side, I realized that creeping was not going to work. If some ill fate did befall me, I should be able to easily find my way back to my corpse and recover my precious leather armor. I took great pains as I travelled to always know exactly where I was in relation to my home. So, I had put together a plan, carefully mapping out a route to the materials I needed. I would live there on the edge of survival, without ever seeing any more of the massive world whispering to me from beyond the desert. There was no getting around the fact that I needed better weapons and armor, or I would be trapped forever in the same boring cycle of “gather, hunt, build” in the little area I had carved out for myself. But if I were going to make my way in this world, I needed access to better materials, and that meant an excursion into the mountains for iron and coal. I could exist comfortably for an indefinite amount of time, gathering food and water near my little hillside house and hunting the local wildlife for supplies. Maybe…maybe I could take them on one at a time, but in a group they would quickly overwhelm me, and I had no desire to be killed this far from my home. My fighting style was too primitive, and even with my stone sword, I would be lucky to land one out of three attempted blows.
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#CONAN EXILES FULL#
Though I had spent the better part of a day constructing a full set of armor, I knew that my meager mail would offer little protection against a gaggle of wild dogs. I crept along the base of the cliff, moving slowly and deliberately, terrified that one step in the wrong place would attract the attention of the nearby pack of hyenas.