Frostbound

The cleanup didn't take very long, and it gave me some time to work through the events of the day. I had to buck up and get over my fear of getting injured. I knew that didn't sound very rational and any sane person had the same fear of getting injured, but my family was behind me. If I couldn't step up, one of them would get injured. What if it was Abigail? Or little Anna or Josh?

Shaking my head of those thoughts, I looked around at the grassy hill that not that long ago held my first battle. It was a weird thought to have about having a first battle, it made it sound like I was a soldier in the medieval ages or something. That was the truth of things though, even if it was odd to think about. Before I could go too far into my musings a voice got my attention.

"It looks like we need points if we want to get any structures from the pylon thing." My Grandfather spoke up from where he had his hand on the obelisk, "How many did everyone get?"

Everyone then gave the number of points that they had gotten during the wave and the average was around fourteen points a person with some having more and some having less. My uncle with the battle axe that finished off the Matriarch had the most points with twenty-one. All put together the whole family had 422 points to our faction name.

With it all totaled up it showed that we didn't have enough for the most basic structure; which was a fancy tent. A tent all the same, but the description said that it had some modifications made to it to increase comfort and durability.

That wasn't close to all the fancy fortifications and additions that you could buy from the pylon. We didn't even have enough to get the most basic of skills and only one person could learn those.

Seeing how it was in the afternoon and we had already eaten dinner as a family, we didn't need to worry about cooking something right at this instant. It would be a worry in the morning and for the following days. There was no way those rabbits were going to last very long with how they were stored currently.

Now that there wasn't a timer counting down to imminent doom, I could go back to taking in the surroundings. Now that I had been bloodied and there were still signs of the battle, the scenery had a different feel to it. Almost like the touch of death previously brought out the peacefulness that now pervaded the hills we found ourselves on. It made it even better in my opinion.

There was a lot to do and a lot of hands to work. My Sister and Grandfather got together and split the whole family into groups and gave us tasks to accomplish. The Rangers and Rogues were given the task of scouting out the surroundings, with an increased focus on the nearest forest to see if there were any threats and or food for hunting.

The rest were split up into groups with one skinning the rabbits, another chopping down trees, another gathering firewood, and the last was trying to use the wood that was cut down to build a smoker for all the meat.

There was some argument over what was going to be built first with some wanting some kind of shelter, but it was decided that food was more important and wasting all the meat that was delivered to us was the height of stupidity.

Thankfully there were enough middle-aged dads here that they actually knew what they were doing, enough that it wouldn't end in disaster with the meat catching fire or worse, the structure burning down.