They were into the final stretch now, as the moon began to settle to the west and the work continued by the light of stars and torches. As the walls were built up from the foundations the bones of the businesses that had previously flourished on the Docks rose once more, a testament to the resilience and determination of Torchline.
Or at least its mercantile spirit and dedication to trading even in the face of overwhelming disaster.
Flora worked her magic, greasing the wheels of progress with encouragement and supply runs whenever it looked like a group was about to run out of nails, screws, or wood. Thanks to her there was no danger of the work slowing down, and the NPCs were able to make steady progress to make up for the interruption of the birds.
Noah and Tal might not have been working side-by-side, but their Halovian work ethic was, if not infectious, at least inspiring to the Torchers they worked with. The locals launched into a friendly competition to try and get ahead of the two visitors, determined to not be outdone on their own home turf, if nothing else. They moved down the line, framing and studding up shops and buildings at a steady pace to a racket of hammering and sawing and good-natured insults at the teams across the street.
Hadama was not particularly skilled at building with wood or outside of the water in general, but he took his cue from Flora and used his strength to resupply the teams on the other side of the island, or to hold up heavy beams so they could be hammered into place.
"Just the finishing touches, now," he rumbled in satisfaction as the moonlight began to wane. He was racing the sunrise, but emerald eyes gleamed with appreciation of the challenge. "A final push, and then breakfast."
Last round!
Get those roofs shingled or thatched, or help put in the windows or doors!
Or at least its mercantile spirit and dedication to trading even in the face of overwhelming disaster.
Flora worked her magic, greasing the wheels of progress with encouragement and supply runs whenever it looked like a group was about to run out of nails, screws, or wood. Thanks to her there was no danger of the work slowing down, and the NPCs were able to make steady progress to make up for the interruption of the birds.
Noah and Tal might not have been working side-by-side, but their Halovian work ethic was, if not infectious, at least inspiring to the Torchers they worked with. The locals launched into a friendly competition to try and get ahead of the two visitors, determined to not be outdone on their own home turf, if nothing else. They moved down the line, framing and studding up shops and buildings at a steady pace to a racket of hammering and sawing and good-natured insults at the teams across the street.
Hadama was not particularly skilled at building with wood or outside of the water in general, but he took his cue from Flora and used his strength to resupply the teams on the other side of the island, or to hold up heavy beams so they could be hammered into place.
"Just the finishing touches, now," he rumbled in satisfaction as the moonlight began to wane. He was racing the sunrise, but emerald eyes gleamed with appreciation of the challenge. "A final push, and then breakfast."
Last round!
Get those roofs shingled or thatched, or help put in the windows or doors!
