Personal Quest From the Ashes, part 1
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Leatherworker

Age: 36 | Height: 175cm / 5'9 | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
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His shovel kept them at bay, at least, the ringing of metal on stone a sharp and discordant sound in his ears. He hated the reverberations going up his arms as much as he hated the noise, the cacophony fed by startled cries and hard stomps; Rory was a creature of wood and summer and gentle sounds (though goats could make one hell of a racket, too), not this. He gritted his teeth and once the onslaught seemed to lessen, paused to bend down and look at some of the squished ones.

Ah. A quick glance around confirmed that no one had been horribly overrun by the eight-legged critters, and with a sigh Rory dropped the shovel and straightened up. His attention was immediately captured by Melita and her question and her hands, nails raking over skin, leaving red trails, and Rory tsk'd. "Willow bark salve," he began to say, though how much of it actually made it past his lips he didn't know, because in some horrible and ironic repetition of events the rubble began to shift—

He knew that noise far too well, and he flung out his arms as he backed off, trying to drive anyone close to him back. Dust rose as rubble shifted and fell, and he raised his arm to cover his mouth as he coughed.

Damnation.

But the dust didn't clear to shocked silence. There were cries and screams, and Rory swore under his breath. It was obvious those trapped were still alive, and acutely, he wished that Remi was there to make the debris float.

But Remi wasn't there. They just had themselves. Melita was scampering up the pile to try and remove it from the top, but.. Rory scouted around the debris for a beam that looked sturdy enough, and tried to jam it into an opening down to one of the trapped townsfolk. It was laid across a rock and Rory pressed down on it, hoping it'd catch on something (like a larger slab of stone) and lift slightly, perhaps alleviating some pressure on the poor trapped sod.
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Blacksmith

Age: 43 | Height: 5'5" | Race: Attuned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
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The spiders were driven away rather quickly, with all of them stomping and smacking. The bites looked painful, sympathy wincing across his face as he saw the raised red welts on her arms, though it couldn't be helped by the long raised lines she was drawing herself. Caiside didn't know what could soothe her, but raised his captured spiders up, as if simply looking at them could impart upon him some knowledge.

All he could discern was that the crawly beasts didn't look overly dangerous, any more musings were interrupted by the sound of yet more danger, the rumbling and cracking of rubble falling, and worse, the screams and pained noises of those who had been caught in it. With an arm raised to keep the dust away from his mouth and nose, Caiside turned towards the source of the shouting, his eyes squited against the haze and is legs taking him closer. Rory and Melita both were already helping, alleviating the weight where they could, along with a dozen other hands.

Caiside didn't jump in alongisde them immediately, his eyes looking over the pile of rocks, and those trapped under them, trying to work out some strategy to get the worst of the load off and get the people out.Nothing came to mind, he would know what to do if this were a pile of packed snow and ice, but a rockslide was just different enough that his knowledge wasn't useful. Without another thought, Caiside  swooped in to assist, focusing on removing the rubble with some thought behind what he moved, freeing extremities and offering some breathing room without shifting the weight onto tender points.

Where there was not callous built up on his hands from his work, there was now torn skin. As distant and aloof he tried to remain, Caiside could not stand idly by and let tragedy befall the day. He removed all that he could, muttering encouragement to the trapped citizens while he did.

Caiside
I have never been allowed to be Holy,
I have never been forgiven for Wanting;



Jigano Silversmith
the Sage
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Age: 36 | Height: 6'2" | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
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Melita ran quickly and lightly over the rubble, careful steps barely shifting the precarious pile until she found a firm place to stand begin unloading the fall of stone and timber from above. It was a slower fix, but a steady one, and her nimble courage inspired several others to move forward and begin forming a human chain to shift the chunks of debris she passed on down the line. Occasionally smaller stones rattled into cracks further down as the weight above began to lessen, but every little bit helped, especially with what the others were doing.

Rory and Caiside may not have intended to work together, but their efforts complimented each other. The hunter's lever managed to raise a thick slab of stone a few inches, while the smith dragged smaller and mid-sized stones out of the way, opening a path for one of the trapped workers to crawl out, bruised and battered but not too much worse for wear. Jigano looked to his three friends with a wry smile before taking a deep breath and sliding his lean frame under the rubble they were supporting or clearing, eeling under the tumble of debris until he could grab on to scraped fingers that closed back around his own. He tugged, earning a grunt from the woman, but she bit back any complaint is he awkwardly wriggled backwards, towing her to safety.

The two injured workers were escorted to the Infirmary by a pair of their friends, both able to walk, though one of them might have cracked a few ribs. As the rest stood around, looking at the shifted pile and each other, it became obvious that their work so far that day had made considerable inroads in clearing the rubble and repositioning it so that they would be able to reach the hole in the wall soon.

"Let's all take a break," Jigano called out, nodding to the sweaty faces of friends and neighbors with a grateful smile. "Another big push this afternoon, and we should have things well-sorted out to start the patching, once the wood arrives. Thank you all again for your help today. The Loreseekers couldn't do this without you, and hopefully this will provide better shelter and protection for your histories - and the people who come here to read them! - for many years to come."



This completes part 1 of the Atheneum repair PQ! Thank you all very much for participating, and stay tuned for part 2, if you want to help raise the wooden patch to keep the weather out!


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