The work proceeded at a good pace, the strength and tenacity of naturals and outlanders alike working to shift the rubble and begin uncovering parts of the Atheneum that had been buried for centuries. Water was shared freely between friends and strangers alike as the morning wore on, and each worked according to their strengths.
Rory was a distracting sight for the bard, especially once he removed his shirt against the heat. It was just as well the grueling manual labor provided a constructive way to keep himself busy, though he might have stolen more than his fair share of glances at the hunter, admiring the play of light over muscle and the gleam of sun on pale golden hair. He confined himself to looking… at least while he wore a human shape. As a horse he had more free rein – so to speak. He liked the little touches that slipped through, the scratches and pats, and he turned to nuzzle his soft nose against Rory’s shoulder in return as the hunter hitched him to the cart. The pair moved it to where it needed to be, tipping the load into a flat area of broken pavement that had perhaps once been a little fountain square beside the Atheneum. For now it would serve to hold the stones they would use to rebuild the outer portion of the wall once the patch was complete. The second cart was shifted and emptied in the same way before they returned it to be filled again.
Melita was a hard worker, and along with Fangorn the bright girl moved rubble with the best of the crew who had arrived to help. Though she received a few scrapes and scratches from some of the rougher rocks on her unprotected hands they were shallow and superficial at best. Her strength earned more than a few admiring compliments as she toted her loads to the carts or to the side of the hole, and the vampire gourd was even tossed the occasional treat as people realized he wasn’t going to go on a rampage like his wilder kin. By the time she stopped to look for a wheelbarrow, however, she would find that her mouth and throat were parched dry, and the world was beginning to wobble just a little. In a stroke of luck, a wheelbarrow was off to the side, brought by a helpful townsperson who had abandoned it to help his friends lift some larger pieces of rubble together as a group.
Caiside was smart enough to pace himself, though he still suffered a number of scrapes and scratches along his bare hands and arms from the rough and broken stones and splintery wood. Though he shifted less rubble than the other two, he kept up with several of the townsfolk, who offered suggestions on improving his lifting technique as the stones were moved and broken shelves and tables, reduced to little more than splinters, began to appear beneath the diminishing pile of fallen masonry.
It was nearly lunch time, and Jigano was about to call a break when a yell from one of the townsfolk was prelude to an ominous silence as everyone turned to see what the commotion was. A broken hole had just been uncovered by a trio of three burly farmers lifting a large chunk of ceiling and starting to shift it to the side, and out of that darkness came…
Spiders.
Small, with bright red bodies the size of a grown man’s thumbnail, the spiders swarmed from the hole and into the light, a skittering mob of eight-legged furies a few hundred strong. Small they might have been, but their fangs were sharp enough to pierce skin as several workers found to their dismay, hollering and slapping at themselves as the tiny terrors swept out to attack anyone they could reach!
Rory uses his water wisely and is Unharmed by the heat!
Melita has begun to be affected by the heat and is feeling a little Dizzy and Dehydrated, but finds a wheelbarrow!
Caiside received several Scratches, but doesn’t succumb to the heat!
But now there are spiders D: Are they poisonous? Quick, do something!
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Melita was a hard worker, and along with Fangorn the bright girl moved rubble with the best of the crew who had arrived to help. Though she received a few scrapes and scratches from some of the rougher rocks on her unprotected hands they were shallow and superficial at best. Her strength earned more than a few admiring compliments as she toted her loads to the carts or to the side of the hole, and the vampire gourd was even tossed the occasional treat as people realized he wasn’t going to go on a rampage like his wilder kin. By the time she stopped to look for a wheelbarrow, however, she would find that her mouth and throat were parched dry, and the world was beginning to wobble just a little. In a stroke of luck, a wheelbarrow was off to the side, brought by a helpful townsperson who had abandoned it to help his friends lift some larger pieces of rubble together as a group.
It was nearly lunch time, and Jigano was about to call a break when a yell from one of the townsfolk was prelude to an ominous silence as everyone turned to see what the commotion was. A broken hole had just been uncovered by a trio of three burly farmers lifting a large chunk of ceiling and starting to shift it to the side, and out of that darkness came…
Spiders.
Small, with bright red bodies the size of a grown man’s thumbnail, the spiders swarmed from the hole and into the light, a skittering mob of eight-legged furies a few hundred strong. Small they might have been, but their fangs were sharp enough to pierce skin as several workers found to their dismay, hollering and slapping at themselves as the tiny terrors swept out to attack anyone they could reach!
Rory uses his water wisely and is Unharmed by the heat!
Melita has begun to be affected by the heat and is feeling a little Dizzy and Dehydrated, but finds a wheelbarrow!
Caiside received several Scratches, but doesn’t succumb to the heat!
But now there are spiders D: Are they poisonous? Quick, do something!
