Steve waved goodbye as the last pot of stew was carried aboard. He, himself, would join the main fleet in a few days after he had finished some business. As soon as the ships carrying the Eternum set off Steve turned to the still living orcs, and laid out the same options he had to every farm he'd set up here: run and warn everyone they can about the danger that just set off north. Stay and work the potato fields under Steves protection, Or if they wanted they could follow Steve as he conducted an experiment to create a new type of life. As usual there were few willing to be transformed as far as what Steve suggested was possible with his experiment, but a few still were willing to go through with it, knowing that this was what would offer them their best chance to avenge their friends and family. Now that the Eternum had set off, they could meet up with the shipments from the south and begin the experiment.
After days of travel they stopped and began to gather resources for stew, as well as fire wood for the fires. In the middle of the second day of this a caravan of carts teeming with potatoes, and covered boxes came into sight. When the carts had reached them, and the goods were being unloaded the coved boxes were discovered to be cages containing undead chickens, with some live mixed in. Steve briefly stopped his work to ask that all the chickens be given a chance to stretch their legs after the long trip. Soon the site was a bustle of orcs working hard tending to the stew, gathering wood, and patrolling the area while chickens roamed everywhere. Steve himself checked on each pot of stew tasting, and instructing the orcs on how to improve, while he would explain the key to extracting the life energy within the ingredients and infuse the whole of the soup with the energy. The whole time on Steve's shoulder sat a particularly large skeleton of a chicken, covered by a pink sheet, and wearing a large fake moustache.
Eventually after a day of cooking Steve had the stews taken off the heat, and allowed to cool. "Tomorrow we begin."
After days of travel they stopped and began to gather resources for stew, as well as fire wood for the fires. In the middle of the second day of this a caravan of carts teeming with potatoes, and covered boxes came into sight. When the carts had reached them, and the goods were being unloaded the coved boxes were discovered to be cages containing undead chickens, with some live mixed in. Steve briefly stopped his work to ask that all the chickens be given a chance to stretch their legs after the long trip. Soon the site was a bustle of orcs working hard tending to the stew, gathering wood, and patrolling the area while chickens roamed everywhere. Steve himself checked on each pot of stew tasting, and instructing the orcs on how to improve, while he would explain the key to extracting the life energy within the ingredients and infuse the whole of the soup with the energy. The whole time on Steve's shoulder sat a particularly large skeleton of a chicken, covered by a pink sheet, and wearing a large fake moustache.
Eventually after a day of cooking Steve had the stews taken off the heat, and allowed to cool. "Tomorrow we begin."