At the end of the chapter please vote for your least favorite
character, not for the one that you like the most. Thank you and
enjoy.
Episode Three: The First Tribal Council
By: Catty Engles
(Two towers made completely out of steps extend from the water.
The palanquin to place the baton on is at the top. Gabool has
already made it halfway and Martin is just running from the
forest.)
(Martin speeds past Dandin but when he tries to pass Cregga and
Deyna, Cregga lifts him like a javelin)
Martin: Hey, wha?
Deyna: South and a bit East marm, way out there, big throw!
Cregga: Brace yourself, Martin.
Martin: Wha? I don't-
Cregga: (throws Martin. He sails out to the tower crashing into
the lowest step)
Gabool: Foul! (he's only halfway out to the tower)
Martin: Owwww. (he's face down and not moving)
Deyna: Martin! Wake up Martin!
Dandin: No, he's got a point, it hurts to fall.
Cregga: What is it? Is Martin okay?
Deyna: He's just lying there! Martin, come on matey, move!
Gabool: (has now reached the tower and is climbing up)
Martin: (rolls over holding his head) Owwww.
Rose: Martin!
Martin: (jerks up, looking up the tower's top. He scrambles up
the last part of the tower, making it seconds after Gabool)
Gabool: (Jams baton into the designated slot) Ha, I win.
Martin: (Doesn't even give Gabool a passing glance. He runs to
his palanquin and jams his baton into the slot, but he does it
the right way, with the engraved side facing down, unlike
Gabool)
Catty: The winner, Chetora!
Dotti, Mariel, Gonff, Song, Triss, Fwirl, Dandin, Deyna, and
Cregga: (all start going crazy, hugging, laughing, smiling, and
in Mariel and Dandin's case, a little (cheek) kissing)
Martin: (looks up again, as a faint mist begins to blur the
horizon) Rose?
Catty: Tinchatka, I'll see you at tribal council tonight. But
first, I have something for Chetora (eager giggles) The
supplies, not for building a shelter, but for building a boat.
Dotti: A wha? But...
Catty: That's right, a boat. No shelters. No one settling
place. You'll be traveling this whole time. Here. (Throws
Badrang and Deyna two keys) These keys open the baton. Inside
you will find a mad. The first destination is the site of the
first challenge. You don't show up, you forfeit the challenge.
Chetora, you can stay here the night, or paddle to
tomorrow's challenge location. Oh and here. (Throws Fwirl an
object of clothing)
Gonff: Is that underwear?
Mariel: (cuffs him)
Song: (laughing) it's a headdress silly.
Catty: Not just a headdress, it's immunity. You want this.
This means nobeast can vote for your team, or later, yourself.
Okay, Chetora decide where you'll be going. Tinchatka, follow
me.
(Catty leaves the area followed by Tinchatka, a very disgruntled
Tinchatka)
Cregga: Well, team, nice going. So where's home?
Dotti: I'm pooped. Let's bed down here tonight.
Mariel: I don't think we should risk oversleeping. I think we
should find destination one right now, then get some sleep.
Dotti: Sleep, that's what we need. If we want to keep our
energy levels high, we need sleep. We're not going to get that
by paddling all night. We don't even have a boat yet.
Mariel: But who knows if we have to wake up early? We could
sleep in!
Dotti: Okay so what. That still doesn't...
Gonff: (to himself) Not again. (Rolls his eyes to the sky and
catches a glimpse of Martin, still standing on the top of the
tower, the rain now spattering his fur.) Martin?!
Chetora: (stops bickering to stare at Martin)
Gonff: (swims out to the bottom of the tower, the rain now
coming down in sheets) Martin? What is it buddy?
Martin: (looks at Gonff strangely for a second then descends,
shaking his head sending droplets flying) It's nothing, but...
Gonff: But what?
Martin: Let's stay here.
(Chetora decides to stay the night, pitching a lean-to out of
the tarp given to them for a reward. They use the wood on the
island and the nails in the reward to fashion a boat, primitive
but workable)
Triss: Too bad none of us are shrews.
Song: I knew a shrew who could throw together a boat with his
eyes closed.
Martin: (smiles distractedly. He has done his part in the work,
but his heart hasn't really been in the game)
---late that night---
Martin: Rose? Was that you? (a few minutes later he falls
asleep)
---Tinchatka- Tribal Council---
(Cluny, Badrang, Romsca, Tsarmina, Ublaz, Kurda, Gelltor,
Klitch, Swartt, and Gabool are all assembled around small fire
pit. Catty enters, gesturing to torches lined up by the wall)
Catty: Grab a torch and light up.
(A small scuffle breaks out between Klitch and Swartt over a
torch)
Catty: Oh, c'mon they're all the same.
Gelltor: Little green needs to remember his place in front of
elders.
(They light their torches and retake their places by the fire)
Catty: So, first tribal council ever. The first day went too
fast to make any alliances, this is kind of a free-for-all,
isn't it? Romsca, what's the situation, is there a member that
is most likely to get voted out?
Romsca: I dunno, like you said, this day went pretty fast, we're
still all getting used to one another.
Catty: Alright, Kurda, what's your take on further tribal
councils? Do you think we'll see you back here a lot?
Kurda: Ve vill crush dos voodlanders into de ground.
Catty: Well, I think we're ready to vote. Cluny you're up
first.
(Cluny marches off to a separate area, lowering a pen to some
thick almost tag board-ish paper. Ten other pairs of eyes
follow him, wondering who will walk away the first eliminated
survivor.)
***
Whohooo! First Tribal Council, give it up!!! So Chetora wins,
sending the vermin to duke it out at tribal council. Who's
gonna go? You get to decide. I know you don't know them very
well yet, but... Remember the contestants are Cluny, Badrang,
Romsca, Tsarmina, Ublaz, Kurda, Gelltor, Klitch, Swartt, and
Gabool. Please vote soon.
Episode Three: The First Tribal Council
By: Catty Engles
(Two towers made completely out of steps extend from the water.
The palanquin to place the baton on is at the top. Gabool has
already made it halfway and Martin is just running from the
forest.)
(Martin speeds past Dandin but when he tries to pass Cregga and
Deyna, Cregga lifts him like a javelin)
Martin: Hey, wha?
Deyna: South and a bit East marm, way out there, big throw!
Cregga: Brace yourself, Martin.
Martin: Wha? I don't-
Cregga: (throws Martin. He sails out to the tower crashing into
the lowest step)
Gabool: Foul! (he's only halfway out to the tower)
Martin: Owwww. (he's face down and not moving)
Deyna: Martin! Wake up Martin!
Dandin: No, he's got a point, it hurts to fall.
Cregga: What is it? Is Martin okay?
Deyna: He's just lying there! Martin, come on matey, move!
Gabool: (has now reached the tower and is climbing up)
Martin: (rolls over holding his head) Owwww.
Rose: Martin!
Martin: (jerks up, looking up the tower's top. He scrambles up
the last part of the tower, making it seconds after Gabool)
Gabool: (Jams baton into the designated slot) Ha, I win.
Martin: (Doesn't even give Gabool a passing glance. He runs to
his palanquin and jams his baton into the slot, but he does it
the right way, with the engraved side facing down, unlike
Gabool)
Catty: The winner, Chetora!
Dotti, Mariel, Gonff, Song, Triss, Fwirl, Dandin, Deyna, and
Cregga: (all start going crazy, hugging, laughing, smiling, and
in Mariel and Dandin's case, a little (cheek) kissing)
Martin: (looks up again, as a faint mist begins to blur the
horizon) Rose?
Catty: Tinchatka, I'll see you at tribal council tonight. But
first, I have something for Chetora (eager giggles) The
supplies, not for building a shelter, but for building a boat.
Dotti: A wha? But...
Catty: That's right, a boat. No shelters. No one settling
place. You'll be traveling this whole time. Here. (Throws
Badrang and Deyna two keys) These keys open the baton. Inside
you will find a mad. The first destination is the site of the
first challenge. You don't show up, you forfeit the challenge.
Chetora, you can stay here the night, or paddle to
tomorrow's challenge location. Oh and here. (Throws Fwirl an
object of clothing)
Gonff: Is that underwear?
Mariel: (cuffs him)
Song: (laughing) it's a headdress silly.
Catty: Not just a headdress, it's immunity. You want this.
This means nobeast can vote for your team, or later, yourself.
Okay, Chetora decide where you'll be going. Tinchatka, follow
me.
(Catty leaves the area followed by Tinchatka, a very disgruntled
Tinchatka)
Cregga: Well, team, nice going. So where's home?
Dotti: I'm pooped. Let's bed down here tonight.
Mariel: I don't think we should risk oversleeping. I think we
should find destination one right now, then get some sleep.
Dotti: Sleep, that's what we need. If we want to keep our
energy levels high, we need sleep. We're not going to get that
by paddling all night. We don't even have a boat yet.
Mariel: But who knows if we have to wake up early? We could
sleep in!
Dotti: Okay so what. That still doesn't...
Gonff: (to himself) Not again. (Rolls his eyes to the sky and
catches a glimpse of Martin, still standing on the top of the
tower, the rain now spattering his fur.) Martin?!
Chetora: (stops bickering to stare at Martin)
Gonff: (swims out to the bottom of the tower, the rain now
coming down in sheets) Martin? What is it buddy?
Martin: (looks at Gonff strangely for a second then descends,
shaking his head sending droplets flying) It's nothing, but...
Gonff: But what?
Martin: Let's stay here.
(Chetora decides to stay the night, pitching a lean-to out of
the tarp given to them for a reward. They use the wood on the
island and the nails in the reward to fashion a boat, primitive
but workable)
Triss: Too bad none of us are shrews.
Song: I knew a shrew who could throw together a boat with his
eyes closed.
Martin: (smiles distractedly. He has done his part in the work,
but his heart hasn't really been in the game)
---late that night---
Martin: Rose? Was that you? (a few minutes later he falls
asleep)
---Tinchatka- Tribal Council---
(Cluny, Badrang, Romsca, Tsarmina, Ublaz, Kurda, Gelltor,
Klitch, Swartt, and Gabool are all assembled around small fire
pit. Catty enters, gesturing to torches lined up by the wall)
Catty: Grab a torch and light up.
(A small scuffle breaks out between Klitch and Swartt over a
torch)
Catty: Oh, c'mon they're all the same.
Gelltor: Little green needs to remember his place in front of
elders.
(They light their torches and retake their places by the fire)
Catty: So, first tribal council ever. The first day went too
fast to make any alliances, this is kind of a free-for-all,
isn't it? Romsca, what's the situation, is there a member that
is most likely to get voted out?
Romsca: I dunno, like you said, this day went pretty fast, we're
still all getting used to one another.
Catty: Alright, Kurda, what's your take on further tribal
councils? Do you think we'll see you back here a lot?
Kurda: Ve vill crush dos voodlanders into de ground.
Catty: Well, I think we're ready to vote. Cluny you're up
first.
(Cluny marches off to a separate area, lowering a pen to some
thick almost tag board-ish paper. Ten other pairs of eyes
follow him, wondering who will walk away the first eliminated
survivor.)
***
Whohooo! First Tribal Council, give it up!!! So Chetora wins,
sending the vermin to duke it out at tribal council. Who's
gonna go? You get to decide. I know you don't know them very
well yet, but... Remember the contestants are Cluny, Badrang,
Romsca, Tsarmina, Ublaz, Kurda, Gelltor, Klitch, Swartt, and
Gabool. Please vote soon.
