”In that case…” The white-haired man gave Hotaru an ironic little blow. ”Will you excuse me for a moment?” So saying, he stepped a little ways back, passing behind a large tree. As he came out the other side it was in the body of a long-legged Andalusian horse, white-haired and elegant, though its blue eyes still showed black blight-sign and the veins in its pink nose were unsettlingly dark. He arched his neck as he stepped over to the rope and waited patiently for the woman to harness him first to the log, so he could pull it onto the sled, and then to the sled itself. Together they were able to move it briskly to the edge of the Woods before returning to push the other log up to the ramp and then repeat the process one more time.
Loren and Deimos :
The tree was large and unwieldy for one creature to try and maneuver, but luckily its fall had cracked the trunk near the broadest branches of the crown and they came loose as the men and their ogre maneuvered the great bole onto Deimos’s sled. Though a few branches remained to impede their progress they would have no trouble trimming them swiftly and then getting underway, pushing and pulling the sledge over the top of the hard-packed snow.
Soon enough they would reach the edge of the Woods, where a pale horse and Hotaru waited with not one but two sleds, each loaded with a much shorter (and lighter) length of raw timber. Between the four of them (and cutting down the men’s tree to a comparable size with the other two, so it was easier to pull) they managed to get the three sections of the Perch hauled back to the Sanctuary and the open square in front of the Temple where the Spark Bird’s roost was traditionally raised.
The horse shook himself once he was unhitched from his sled, cantering back behind the Temple. Jigano emerged a few minutes later, straightening his clothes with blight-wounded dignity and shaking hands as he rejoined the team and nodded to them. Deimos was familiar with the bard’s quirks, but the other two were not, and the darkness that crawled within his veins left him little patience for explaining it at the moment, even if Hotaru had done much to lighten his mood from where it had begun that morning.
”Well need to dig holes for the two support posts,” he said briskly, walking to survey the area they had to work with, and the snow-covered ground. ”Someone will need to shovel the snow, and keep it at bay if it’s memory snow and tries to flow back into place while someone else digs the holes.” He steeled himself for a moment, but when it came to digging Deimos was the unchallenged king of tunnels, at least in Jigano’s experience, and he turned to give the General a stiff nod. ”Should two feet down be enough to anchor them? Or would you suggest deeper?” he asked the resident expert.
They still had their axes, and he turned to look at the three large boles measuringly. As luck would have it, the pine Hotaru had found and the tree that Deimos had located were similar in width, and had already been debranched, but he frowned thoughtfully at them all the same. ”I’d like to cut notches into the tops of the support beams,” he explained. ”They don’t have to be deep or even all that smooth, just curved enough that the crosspiece will rest in them and be difficult to knock off, even if the lashings are damaged. Does anyone have a preference for what they want to do?”
Congratulations on obtaining Wooden Posts!
Choose your task and let’s get this perch ready to go up!
- One to shovel memory snow and keep it away from the hole digger
- One to dig the post holes
- Two to cut notches/make the tops of the support posts concave
No Posting Order!
**Since LongNight is fast approaching, this PQ will be moving on in 48 hours
The tree was large and unwieldy for one creature to try and maneuver, but luckily its fall had cracked the trunk near the broadest branches of the crown and they came loose as the men and their ogre maneuvered the great bole onto Deimos’s sled. Though a few branches remained to impede their progress they would have no trouble trimming them swiftly and then getting underway, pushing and pulling the sledge over the top of the hard-packed snow.
Soon enough they would reach the edge of the Woods, where a pale horse and Hotaru waited with not one but two sleds, each loaded with a much shorter (and lighter) length of raw timber. Between the four of them (and cutting down the men’s tree to a comparable size with the other two, so it was easier to pull) they managed to get the three sections of the Perch hauled back to the Sanctuary and the open square in front of the Temple where the Spark Bird’s roost was traditionally raised.
The horse shook himself once he was unhitched from his sled, cantering back behind the Temple. Jigano emerged a few minutes later, straightening his clothes with blight-wounded dignity and shaking hands as he rejoined the team and nodded to them. Deimos was familiar with the bard’s quirks, but the other two were not, and the darkness that crawled within his veins left him little patience for explaining it at the moment, even if Hotaru had done much to lighten his mood from where it had begun that morning.
”Well need to dig holes for the two support posts,” he said briskly, walking to survey the area they had to work with, and the snow-covered ground. ”Someone will need to shovel the snow, and keep it at bay if it’s memory snow and tries to flow back into place while someone else digs the holes.” He steeled himself for a moment, but when it came to digging Deimos was the unchallenged king of tunnels, at least in Jigano’s experience, and he turned to give the General a stiff nod. ”Should two feet down be enough to anchor them? Or would you suggest deeper?” he asked the resident expert.
They still had their axes, and he turned to look at the three large boles measuringly. As luck would have it, the pine Hotaru had found and the tree that Deimos had located were similar in width, and had already been debranched, but he frowned thoughtfully at them all the same. ”I’d like to cut notches into the tops of the support beams,” he explained. ”They don’t have to be deep or even all that smooth, just curved enough that the crosspiece will rest in them and be difficult to knock off, even if the lashings are damaged. Does anyone have a preference for what they want to do?”
Congratulations on obtaining Wooden Posts!
Choose your task and let’s get this perch ready to go up!
- One to shovel memory snow and keep it away from the hole digger
- One to dig the post holes
- Two to cut notches/make the tops of the support posts concave
**Since LongNight is fast approaching, this PQ will be moving on in 48 hours
