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Day 2 of the Drekkal’Zuun
The sun rises over the Martian dunes - sharp, hot, unforgiving.

Helia climbs a dying tree (because she has great experience with that) with a sharp rock, to cut off a branch. Without too much trouble she gets the branch, and climbs down to sit under the tree.
She starts crafting a spear, with only the branch and the sharp stone.
Later, Helia finds Bexxi - She's still injured from the night before, arm wrapped in torn cloth and dirtied with sand.
Helia kneels down and helps dressing the wound, silently offering bandages from her own supplies.


Eliah has recovered some strength. Tridentless, she moves along the red sand dunes. Today she hunts, hopefully she'll be able to find food or water.
When her energy starts getting low, she decides to build a small shack so she'll have shelter for the night.


Cynamity is on a hunt, he isn't sure for what. Maybe food, maybe loot or maybe other tributes? He is ready for whatever might come his way.
He find HarleyBarbie98, kneeling near her supplies - But she seems distracted and vulnerable. Without a word he slips over, grabbing a ration pack and two flasks from her bag, before vanishing in the dust once again.

Sadbread wants to be prepared for whatever might happen, so they decide to build a bow and some arrows. They spend the rest of the day practicing their aim after they finish the weapon.

Night 2 of the Drekkal’Zuun
The Martian night falls cold and fast. Winds whisper across the dunes, carrying the silence of the dead.

Bexxi tries to find safety in the branches of a tree. She climbs carefully, her arm still wrapped in bandages. Unfortunately, the combination of a wounded arm and a dead tree results in her falling to her demise.
The only thing that is heard is a thud and then silence.

Helia watches the stars from the treetops. She made it this time. She breathes carefully, every movement slow, conserving warmth and making sure she won't fall again.
She allows herself to think of surviving, what it would mean to win.

Elsewhere, HarleyBarbie98 tends to her wounds with what little supplies remain. Her body aches, her mind runs in circles. She feels so alone now.

Cynamity builds a fire with dry roots and scraps, the sparks flickering reflecting in the sand. He stares into the flames. He doesn’t sleep. Not yet. Maybe not at all.

Not far away, an unexpected calm has settled. Eliah and Sadbread sit together beside a small campfire. They share warmth - and stories. They speak of old memories, bits of home.
Eliah cooks what little food they have left, careful and quiet. While Sadbread pulls their knees to their chest, then begins to hum - a soft, trembling song. A lullaby to help them sleep.

Day 3 of the Drekkal’Zuun
The sun rises, red and cruel. The heat is relentless, and the dust is everywhere.

Eliah knows what she must do. The bond she formed with Sadbread - however comforting - was never built to last.
So when Sadbread is distracted - by fishing with a bow in a shallow, muddy stream - Eliah slips away. She doesn’t say goodbye. She just leaves.
Sadbread doesn't notice until it's too late. They are now all alone.

Cynamity has grown restless. The waiting is over. He spots Eliah in the distance - all alone now. With narrowed eyes and sickle in hand, he gives chase.
The sand shifts beneath his feet, the hunt taking all his focus. He doesn't do it to kill, all he wants is to plant a little bit of fear in his contestant.

Far away, HarleyBarbie98 receives a drop from the sky - a small case containing bandages, and other medical supplies.  It's about time she gets to tend to her wounds properly.

Elsewhere, Helia finds a quiet spot between two large rocks. The terrain offers some protection, and for once, she feels safe.
She begins to build a shack made from broken branches, dried Kirr stalks, and stones.

Fallen Zhaaluuns

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