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breaking ground - Damien - 08-16-2025
Listen, I know what you’re thinking. Why here? Why now? Or, more likely: it’s too damn cold! But Damien had picked what passed for a beautiful Halovian morning; clear skies, no real wind to bite through your bones, and only the usual kind of chill that nipped at fingers and toes. Call it perfect weather for a little voluntary hard labor. Chins up, buttercups.
The gentle murmur of a clear stream nearby added a quiet rhythm to the morning, the water trickling over smooth stones and winding through the clearing he’d chosen. The site itself was nestled in a natural curve of the pine treeline, a half-circle of tall, dark pines shielding one side from wind and prying eyes, while the open side sloped toward the stream, giving an unobstructed view of the sparkling water. Snow patches clung stubbornly to the shaded spots beneath the trees, but the sunlight already warmed the exposed drift, glinting off the frost.
A shallow firepit had already been dug, smoke curling into the crisp air from wood he’d split earlier. One side of the fire was claimed by a tent, its canvas taut and dusted with frost, while the other side bore the start of an organized sprawl: a stack of tools, a bundled tarp, extra blankets and rope. Damien wasn’t fool enough to assume everyone would arrive well-equipped, so he’d brought enough to cover the gaps.
He was dressed for the work: a thick, charcoal-grey woolen tunic under his well-worn leather coat, sleeves rolled to just below the elbow, paired with dark trousers tucked into well-oiled boots. His gloves were fingerless, giving him grip without losing dexterity, and a strap of belts and pouches around his waist carried the essentials: among those being a knife, hatchet, flint, and some extra cord.
For now he kept to the fire, the steady ritual of boiling water and spooning coffee into a battered tin pot filling the quiet. The rich, bitter scent bled into the air, carried with the smoke. Extra cups waited nearby, their metal edges glinting faintly in the fire and dawn light.
He poured himself the first cup and settled back on his heels, hands wrapped around the heat. A few extra tin cups sat near the fire, and he made sure the kettle was brimming enough for anyone who wanted a drink. Not that you’d call it an invitation outright, but the gesture was clear enough: sit, warm your hands, grab a cuppa if you like. For the moment, there was nothing to do but wait, the pale morning light reflecting off snowbanks and casting long shadows between the pines, until more people arrived and the real work began. And then—when the moment felt right—he'd set them all to work.
Hiii thanks for comin to Damien's PQ to build a supply cabin in the Greenwing. First things first: post your character arriving by whatever means and help themself to some coffee!
+ a notice was put on the palace board for those needing context
PQ Participants:
1. Deimos
2. Theea
3. Hawthorn
4. Marcus
RE: breaking ground - Theea - 08-16-2025
I come bundled in one of my dad’s old jackets, sleeves swallowing my hands and the hem brushing half way down my thighs. Between that, my boots, and thick pants, I’m not winning any fashion contests—but at least I’m warm, and it feels like home. My pack is stuffed near to bursting, blankets poking out the top, a hammer tucked alongside tins and dried goods for stocking I’d scrounged from fixing up my house.
I bounce up to Damien, careful not to jostle his coffee with a playful shoulder bump. [say]“Morning,”[/say] I grin, swinging my pack off to drop it by his tent before I home straight in on the kettle. The metal cup is bliss against my fingers, chasing the ache of the cold away.
I lift the coffee to my lips, then glance at him sidelong with a wry smile. [say]“You don’t happen to have sugar, do you? No?”[/say] My grin widens, unbothered, and I take a careful sip of the bitter coffee anyway.
[say]“Fair warning—these are noodle arms you’re working with. But if you need someone to climb or squeeze into tight spots, I’m your girl.”[/say] I give him a proud smile, as if I've got every skill he needs. I don't, but I'm here.
Theea arrives with stocking supplies and few building supplies!
RE: breaking ground - Deimos - 08-16-2025
Deimos had been up well before sunrise; customary in the Ignatius household, save for toddlers who were allowed to sleep however long they wished. Committing to his duties throughout the morning, he’d hastened enough time in between patrols, training direction and instruction within the barracks, answer some letters piling up on his desk, and then ultimately attend to Damien’s necessities out amidst the Greenwing.
He came in on eagle form – swift, though not empty-taloned, grasping his bag of holding while Belial soared alongside and Zuriel beneath them, galloping along, each free to glide and unfurl at their own leisure. So his arrival ended up keen and quick, landing, shifting, and tilting his head, investigating the surroundings and sentiments already embarked upon.
[say]“Morning,”[/say] he greeted both Damien and Theea in turn, giving a little arch to his brow at her return in the midst - her mother had said as much – but allowing her to know he was curious about the lingering amidst Halo (and perhaps if she still deigned to join the guild as well). The peryton made his own greeting with a loud, raucous bellow, and the unicorn ignored them all with a wave of her head, tending to some shoots and leaves nearby. Directing his attention back to the one leading the missives and objectives, he nodded his head, shuffling his bag of holding over his shoulder. [say]“I can help in whatever you need.”[/say]
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Deimos arrives with his companions in tow and his own tools in his bag.
RE: breaking ground - Marcus - 08-17-2025
The young hybrid saw the note on the notice board when he was running errands in the Citadel. Young, eager, and excited to help, he took wing and headed towards where the note had said to come. His wings stretched and he cut through the frigid air with growing grace, his maneuvering and angles growing better each day. As he approached, he gave a knowing call out towards Deimos, who would notice as Marcus’ descended would be detectable over the attuned bond.
Flaring his wings, the hybrid came in for a landing. Before talons touched ice and snow they turned back to his feet, tucked warmly in boots made for the deepest of Halovian cold. He immediately turned towards the Warden, lifting his hand to wave brightly as he called out his greeting. His long legs carried him easily towards the gathered group, and he settled near the warden before giving the other two a bright, ready smile.
Marcus is just excited and brings himself!
RE: breaking ground - Hawthorn - 08-17-2025
There often has to be a good reason for the courtesan to visit Halo. And there wasn’t often a better reason than to go and help out an old friend. The letter is received and with it, the young man immediately sets his sights on the sky port, bundling up so the frigid chill of Leafchange Halo doesn’t freeze him to death on the trek over.
He makes it to the gathering a bit later than the rest of them - though he contributes that to the lateness of the sky ship and securing a mode of transportation over to the Greenwing. He’s bundled up, warm as he rolls up the sleeves of his thick sweater, tight enough to retain heat against his willowy frame, and as he arrives he offers a warm smile to everyone in attendance.
“[say]Hey![/say]” He hums, readjusting the bag on his shoulder before he sets it down. “[say]Just tell me where ya need me.[/say]” He says, tucking the scarf down that’s covered half of his face. “[say]I brought some extra food 'n snacks, figured you’d have the tools ’n stuff all ready.[/say]” He rolls out his shoulders and steps over to snag some coffee to warm himself up — unsurprisingly unused to being this cold.
Thorn brings a bag with food and snacks!
RE: breaking ground - Damien - 08-18-2025
Damien hadn’t known what kind of turn-out to expect. There were those he’d asked, and those he thought might come, but it was anyone’s guess whether his little notice on the palace board would catch enough eyes. With his usual crew laid up—or scattered across Torchline chasing drink and noise—he’d half-resigned himself to working slow, brick by boring brick, if it came to that. But he trusted Halovians; if nothing else, they were reliable. Sooner or later, someone would show.
He didn’t have to wait long. A bundle of wool and jacket bounced toward him, all energy despite the cold. Theea knocked into his shoulder, her grin bright against the chill, and Damien’s own mouth tugged upward into a smile that was understated but genuine. [say]“Morning, Theea,”[/say] he rumbled, raising his cup slightly before tipping his head at the kettle. At her hopeful question, he gave a slow shake of his head—no sugar to offer—but the thought lodged itself away all the same. Her proud claim about noodle arms earned a low chuckle. [say]“Don't worry, there'll be plenty to do that isn't hauling logs.” [/say]
The shadow overhead drew his attention next. Wings flared, talons catching the light, then Deimos landed in eagle form and shifted just as Marcus came sweeping in on his own descent. Damien’s brows lifted faintly at the sight of the Warden here in the flesh, and again at the unknown youth greeting him with such familiarity. But the surprise was the good sort, and the weight of his expression softened into something like welcome as he nodded to both in turn. [say]“Glad you’re all here. Thank you. With this crew, I’ve no doubt we’ll make good headway. I'm just waiting on one other person...” [/say]
As if the timing had been rehearsed, another figure emerged from the trees. At first just a bundle of scarf and messy hair, but one Damien would have known anywhere. His composure held, but his voice carried more warmth as he called, [say]“Thorn! Glad you made it.”[/say] The man’s promise of extra food drew a sharper flicker of a smile, but Damien let it fade back to something steadier as the circle filled out. He let himself feel the weight of it: a full crew, fire stoked, the project alive in more than just his own head.
He set down the tin cup on a rock by the firepit and straightened out, brushing his gloves against his coat. [say]“Alright. Here’s the plan. Today’s about getting the bones in place and making sure it's enough to last through Deepfrost. We’ll need a cabin to store supplies and take shelter, and I want a raised platform alongside it. A vantage point. It doesn’t need to be finished in a day, but the more we get done now, the less we leave to the weather.”[/say] He glanced around the small circle, his tone even but carrying the weight of quiet conviction. [say]“A cabin out here means less running back and forth to the Citadel. It means we can bring in wood, fish, herbs, whatever we can find, and know it’ll keep. And maybe more, down the line.”[/say]
[say]“Deimos,”[/say] Damien’s eyes settled on the Warden, a faint ghost of a smile tugging at his mouth, [say]“I’ve seen what you can do with lumber. Think you could start felling us some trees?”[/say] His tone made it less an order than a recognition of skill, a trust passed into capable hands.
His attention shifted to the unfamiliar man (Marcus). [say]“And you—”[/say] he paused, brow raised, [say]“I don’t think I caught your name. I’m Damien.”[/say] A dip of his head sufficed for greeting before he went on. [say]“We’ll need the ground cleared. Stones, brush, anything that’ll get in the way of laying a foundation. It’s steady work, but it’ll set us up right.”[/say]
Finally, he turned to Theea, his expression softening. [say]“You’re our overseer. Keep an eye on things, make sure we’re working safe and smart, and step in where you’re needed most. Could be stoking the fire, organizing tools, or spotting for Deimos... It’s not a small role. I need you to make sure nothing slips through.”[/say]
As the trio set to motion, Damien let Thorn linger at his side. He gestured with a broad sweep toward the clearing, the treeline, and the stream glinting faintly beyond. [say]“What do you think? It’s a good spot, isn’t it?”[/say] His tone was more companionable here, a different cadence from the one he’d used giving orders. [say]“I’ve got the broad strokes, but you’ve got the better eye for details. Cabin first—room for dry goods and supplies. A workshop, for wood and hides. Maybe a loft instead of a separate bedroom, keep it simple. And I’d like some kind of lookout. A tower, maybe. Something that lets me watch out for the herds, or trouble coming out of the trees. Could even combine the loft and tower, I suppose.”[/say] He exhaled through his nose, head shaking faintly. [say]“How would you do it? How would you build it?”[/say]
You guys are awesome!
let's get this breaad
Breakdown for Round 2:
Deimos - start on felling some trees for building material.
Marcus - clear the ground of rocks, brush, and debris to make way for the foundation.
Theea - as overseer, you have a few options this round: organize tools, keep the fire stoked, help Deimos or Marcus, or watch for safety, or... do something else entirely?
Hawthorn & Damien - discuss plans for the cabin/workshop/lookout and decide on the layout.
A quick note on how this PQ will run: no dice rolls. Success is more of a spectrum — how effective your character is depends on how you write your approach, with stats/abilities factored in. Some tasks are simple, others may present choices or complications that ripple into later rounds. (Yes, consequences.) Assume you have access to whatever basic tools your character would reasonably need.
RE: breaking ground - Deimos - 08-18-2025
While Deimos was well versed in large gatherings and masses to assist in various tasks, he hadn’t anticipated this assemblage of people – including what appeared to be Marcus, much older than he’d last seen, and in bird form over attuned bombardments. A whole host of contortions reeled through his mind, plausible effects of what might’ve happened or occurred with Noah’s son – perhaps aging by Frey, a sudden hybrid portion in turn – but rather than query here and now, he simply snorted, gave a small laugh under his breath. Nodding his head in greeting, he figured he’d catch the newfound hybrid later, or hear about it from his father at a future venture.
Hawthorn was a surprise as well – though he gave the same jutting of his head in acknowledgement, before they were given instructions. The notions and modicums made sense, and it’d be wise to have multiple places for people amidst portions of the Tundra to have a place to stay – though when his name was called initially, his brow arched, waiting for something massive or consuming. When it was simply felling trees, he grinned, tilting his head. [say]“Sure.”[/say]
Once they all seemed to parse off into sections, the Warden roamed to the woods themselves. While he preferred finding logs already fallen, he could understand the nuances behind this particular gesture. Selecting several nearby, so they’d be easier to haul back, Belial and Zuriel gave their bonded space while he worked – clear and out of the way. Ensuring no one else seemed to be hastening nearby, he combined his incantations seamlessly and powerfully, using his Mastered Earth to sever, contort, and break the timber away from their base, while snagging at the Air too, ensuring the wood collapsed exactly where he wanted it.
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[say]Deimos uses his Mastered Earth and Mastered Air to fell trees and place them safely onto the ground.
Air manipulation (Abandoned/Hybrid): Can create and control the air. Must be within a 30ft radius.
Type: Grey | Rank: Mastered | Cost: Action
Earth Manipulation (Abandoned/Hybrid): Can create and control the earth. Must be within a 30ft radius.
Type: Grey | Rank: Mastered | Cost: Action[/say]
RE: breaking ground - Theea - 08-18-2025
I brighten the second I see Deimos, lifting my hand in a wave. [say]“Deimos! Hey.”[/say] I call, voice bubbling with a warmth that fogs the cold air.I pivot smoothly to the others, grinning as if we’ve known each other longer than a few heartbeats. [say]“I’m Theea. Glad to meet you.”[/say] Hawthorn, Marcus — folded right into the team with a simple smile.
Then Damien ’s gaze catches mine, unexpectedly soft. It makes me smile back… before I narrow my eyes, exaggerated in a mock-glare. [say]“This is just an honorary job, isn’t it?”[/say] I accuse, though my smirk ruins any real bite. [say]“Mm-hm. Just wait—you’ll be bragging about how I was the best overseer you ever had.”[/say]
And I set out to prove it. Not by doing just one thing—but two.
I check the fire, but it seems okay. So first, the tools. It’s not enough to sort them—I make them useful. I line them in the order Damien will want: axes closest to the treeline, hammers near where the cabin frame will rise, nails and cord sealed in a tarp to keep them dry. I even try to jab two upright sticks into the ground to form a makeshift rack for saws and hatchets, so no one risks stepping on a blade hidden in the snow. Organization with intention.
But my eyes are always up, scanning the worksite. When Deimos fells his first tree, I’m already dragging a rope into position to mark the boundary of the fall zone, calling out lightly, [say]“No trespassing in here unless you want to be a pancake.”[/say] I watch Marcus too. And I scan the treeline diligently every couple of minutes, just watching for something to show up.
It’s a rhythm of oversight and quiet fixes: rethinking tool placement, anticipating hazards before they happen. I may not be hauling logs with brute strength, but I’m keeping everything running smooth—and safe.
Hopefully.
Theea decides to both organize tools and keep an eye out at the same time!
RE: breaking ground - Hawthorn - 08-19-2025
He flashes Deimos a smile as he’s greeted, flashing a bright smile of greeting of his own to Theea at her introduction. “[say]Nice t’meet you. I’m Thorn.[/say]” Flashing Theea a gentler smile, he turns his wide grin to Damien as he’s greeted, feeling the warmth a mile away. “[say]Wouldn’t miss it.[/say]” He extends out before the tasks are getting designated. He remains silent, waiting for the instruction on his end, sure that Damien has everything planned out to a T (he usually did, and Thorn wasn’t going to get in the way of it.)
They each begin to filter out, all but his task listed out, which leaves him keeping his arms bundled as he looks over at Damien, standing beside him with an easy smile that’s half tucked into the scarf still covering his neck. “[say]Oh yeah. Feels sturdy. An’ not like the permafrost everywhere else’s got.[/say]” He muses, giving it so much as a kick of his boot in the earth below him as if to test the point.
Gazing back out at the greenery, though, it feels far more like home to him than the snow encapsulated cabin he’d grown up in. As for the plans themselves, his seafoam gaze studies his friend’s face before his smile takes over his face as he nods. “[say]Well, let’s see.. Lemme grab my book.[/say]” Slinging the bag he’d brought toward his front, he rummages in it for a moment to snag a hardbound notebook and a pencil, flipping to a new page halfway through (old designs long left behind and forgotten about once put on paper), and he begins to sketch out the perimeter of the cabin itself.
“[say]I’m thinkin’ you make it like an A-frame. It’ll help for keepin’ your roof from gettin’ damaged ‘cause the snow’ll just fall off when it starts t’melt. So we’ll give ‘er a steep roof, an’ if we make it steep enough it can be your tower.[/say]” He muses, angling his head slightly before he starts to sketch out with his gloved hand. It’s a rectangle for a base, the entrance in the center of the building and each side harboring a large space for storage. The left side he designates for dry goods and supplies, the right side he designates for wood and hides.
And the center boasts another few smaller sections of storage, alongside a staircase that leads up to the second floor. The second floor holds room enough for at least two beds and plenty of space where cots could go if they’re passing through on a hunt. “[say]Mk, so, thinkin’ each wing has their own storage so it ain’t confusing. Put the second floor there ’n put your beds and stuff there. We can make the rooms separate but it’ll be kinda loft-like? An’ then from the center, there, we can give it a side staircase t’go up and to the top kind of attic area. Put a small window up there ’n it can be a look out.[/say]” Then he starts to draw in the frame of where the roof would go, encompassing all of it in a way that the snow would simply fall off the sides and into piles on the edges of the building rather than piling up on the roof itself.
“[say]What’cha think?[/say]” He asks, looking up at Damien with curiosity, twisting the plans he’s drawn out to see what he thinks.
Thorn suggests making it an A Frame so that the roof won’t hold all the snow and go bad too early from the weight of Halo winters and suggests the tip top point could be the lookout with a small window. He’s drawn out some plans too, making it a rectangle that has lots of storage that can be separated and organized and a half second floor for beds and cots!
RE: breaking ground - Marcus - 08-19-2025
Everyone seemed to be ready to work, and so Marcus stuffed down the anticipation to catch Deimos up with his latest news for later. He had always liked the warden, especially after the man took the time to indulge his curiosity and educate him--and test what he already knew--that night, years ago now, in the guild hall. He was sure he would get the opportunity later. Taking the time to listen to introductions, and shake hands politely with Damien, the foreman, and the others gathered, Theea and Hawthorn, Marcus set his mind to the tasks ahead.
Assigned to the manual labor portion of the job, Marcus strethced his arms above his head and twisted slightly. Marcus understood and accepted that his magic wasn’t built for tearing down the forest the way Deimos’ was. The warden could snap trees with a thought, the air shuddering with the force of it. Marcus, though—his gift carried a subtler weight. So his hands, and what strength he could lend them, were turned to the ground itself. He stooped and worked where the earth was tangled, prying stones loose, dragging away brush, clearing what would hold the platform. Each rock shifted aside, each stubborn root tugged free.
Marcus couldn't help but notice how diligently Theea worked. She flitted around the site with determination, as if she had assisted at a thousand jobs before. She carried no heaviness in her hands, yet everywhere she went the burden lessened.
Marcus puts his all into the manual labor!
RE: breaking ground - Damien - 08-19-2025
Damien leaned in as Thorn flipped his notebook open, watching the sketches take shape under quick, practiced strokes of the pencil. He'd had his vision, and it was something relatively simple. But what Thorn laid out had more thought, more practicality, and Damien found himself quietly impressed. His smile wasn’t broad or flashy, but it was steady, pride tugging faintly at the corners of his mouth as he followed Thorn’s explanations point by point.
[say]“An A-frame,”[/say] he murmured, tracing a finger just above the page where the steep roof was drawn. [say]“That’s good. Saves us trouble in the long run.”[/say] His gaze lifted, pale eyes flicking from the paper back to his friend’s seafoam-green ones. [say]“This is better than what I had in mind. Cleaner, smarter. And the lookout at the top—”[/say] his mouth tugged a little wider, [say]“—that’s exactly the sort of thing I was hoping for. Looks solid, Thorn. Real solid.”[/say]
He let the book sit between them a moment longer, soaking it in, before giving a single, decisive nod. [say]“This is what we’ll build.”[/say]
***
Meanwhile, the worksite hummed into motion.
Deimos made short work of the trees. With a precision that bordered on artistry, his mastery of earth and air coaxed the trunks down one after another. Each fell exactly where he intended, clean and controlled, no wild crashes or splintering hazards. And with Theea’s quick thinking—ropes marking the fall zones, tools placed within easy reach—there wasn’t a single misstep or close call. Timber stacked in neat order, the lumber needed for construction was quickly piling high, the first major hurdle already cleared.
Theea herself was a quiet anchor to the entire site. Her organization meant no one lost time fumbling for gear, and her watchful eye kept the rhythm smooth. Small fixes here, a warning there; every adjustment she made went unnoticed only because it prevented problems before they could start.
Marcus, though, had the harder slog. Stones pulled from the frozen ground fought him every inch, and his arms soon ached with the repetition. Still, persistence might've carried him forward… until a tuft of fur darted from under a bramble, followed by the soft yips of a startled fox kit. The brush shifted again, revealing a small den dug into the earth, a mother fox glaring up at him with protective tension in her frame. The ground they’d chosen was not unclaimed, it was a home. If the work was to continue, Marcus would need to decide how to handle the den and its inhabitants.
By the time Damien looked up from Thorn’s sketches, the clearing was half alive with progress: trees down, tools ordered, debris steadily shifting. He could feel the momentum building, the project taking its first true shape.
[say]“Alright,”[/say] he called, his voice carrying easily over the sound of labor. [say]“We’ve got our plans. Next, we’ll need to start shaping the logs for the frame—cutting them to size, stripping them clean—and we’ll need a proper foundation dug in. But we can’t do that until the ground’s ready.”[/say] His eyes flicked toward Marcus, a subtle acknowledgment that the man’s task had revealed something more complicated than simple rocks and roots. [say]“Let’s sort that before we move on.”[/say]
He set a hand on Thorn’s shoulder, firm and approving, before stepping toward the tools that had been rather conveniently organized for easy use. [say]“C'mon, let's start measuring.”[/say]
Round 3 Breakdown:
Marcus - Confront your complication: the fox den. Figure out how to handle it (relocate, build around, scare off, or another creative solution).
Damien & Hawthorn - Begin translating the sketches into practice by measuring and planning log cuts for the frame.
Deimos - With trees felled, shift focus to preparing the timber: cutting logs, stripping branches and bark, etc.
Theea - Continue overseeing, or assist Marcus with the den situation / help Deimos with timber prep / aid Damien and Thorn in layout.
RE: breaking ground - Theea - 08-19-2025
I toss another couple logs onto the fire, brushing ash from my palms as I scan the site. Tools lined up, fall zones marked, everything running smooth—and I can feel myself twitching, waiting for the next thing that might tip sideways. It doesn’t take long.
Marcus looks like he’s wrestling with more than just roots, his body angled strange over the brush. I stride over, boots crunching through the snow—ready to lend a hand—and then stop short, breath catching. [say]“Oh,”[/say] I whisper, kneeling down. Little flashes of fur. Kits. A mother fox with her ears flat, eyes sharp with fear. My heart squeezes, and I drop my voice to a low, soothing hum. [say]“Easy, mama. No one’s here to hurt you.”[/say]
I bite my lip, glance back at Marcus, and the grin finds me anyway. [say]“Know how to build a cage?”[/say]
Already I’ve got a plan. [say]“Grab the branches Deimos is cutting off. We can nail ‘em together—doesn’t have to be pretty, just strong enough to move them safe. We’ll get ‘em settled further out. We’ll leave one side open and use Damien’s rope to tie to the door. One of us will hide with the rope while the other one flushes them into the crate. Then yank the rope, and we've got them!”[/say]
Without another thought I head for my backpack where I’d brought some stocking supplies, and I pick some dried meat from it before heading back to keep an eye on the den. My fingers flex against the ground, mind already turning the steps ahead into something doable. I’m not about to let the cabin come at the cost killing fox kits.
Theea gives Marcus instructions to trap the fox family!
RE: breaking ground - Deimos - 08-20-2025
Deimos was content, off on his own, tending to work that didn’t require sending letters, addressing political means, or chasing down the latest string of irritating adversaries. Once the timber was felled, he glanced around, ensuring no one else seemed to be in the range of things – seemed Marcus had found some foxes – and Theea appeared occupied with a multitude of duties, he addressed the next portion.
Nothing major nor taxing – he adjusted his incantations to instead of mauling timber, simply stripping away the bark. The same elements applied – earth woven into the fibers, releasing the components, and air, whittling away at the coverings and layers as they spiraled or broke off, then placing them elsewhere, in a neat pile for future burnings and fires. Thereafter, he could apply the same components to breaking off branches, though occasionally he’d simply do it himself with some muscle work and brief exertion, and splitting the wood itself apart, rendered again into assorted portions.
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[say]Deimos keeps using his earth and air magic to strip away and cut the logs. And makes a nice pile of each.
Air manipulation (Abandoned/Hybrid): Can create and control the air. Must be within a 30ft radius.
Type: Grey | Rank: Mastered | Cost: Action
Earth Manipulation (Abandoned/Hybrid): Can create and control the earth. Must be within a 30ft radius.
Type: Grey | Rank: Mastered | Cost: Action[/say]
RE: breaking ground - Hawthorn - 08-20-2025
The smile sent @Damien’s way is bright and beaming, before it twists into an amused smirk. “[say]I’ve still got it.[/say]” He boasts a little proudly, because it breaks into a warm laugh. A long and slow cool inhale is taken before he bumps Damien’s shoulder with his own and glances back down to the notebook in his hand. “[say]Should at least make repairs real easy, too. Don’t have all those twists ’n turns in it that really fuck with the structure.[/say]” Especially in Halo with the weight of all the snow that falls.
But then everyone’s gathering again and Thorn shifts his weight a little on his feet, looking to all of them as more tasks are given out. His attention turns back toward Damien when he feels the warmth that seeps in from the other man’s hand, immediately moving into motion as he follows him to the tools. “[say]Easy.[/say]” Thorn hums with another grin, snagging the rulers and the markers, squinting at the blueprint he’s drawn up.
“[say]Mmkay, so, we’re gonna have to account for some space for the logs to settle in against each other, so let’s make it longer on the ends so it won’t feel so cramped inside.[/say]” He starts off, picking a number that would eventually reveal the interior of the building to be about a medium sized building. And with that, the courtesan starts marking after giving the measurements to Damien to do the same.
Thorn picks the number best suited for the design he’s drawn up and tells Damien what it is and gets to marking and measuring!