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Post by Tritan on Dec 9, 2006 12:38:58 GMT -5
Tritan had axed a large pine down and stripped it of its branches. He Wascurrently trying to saw it into planks with a saw, which required two beasts to operate. He was frustrated, for he wanted to build an official ship for this clan and he could not do it himself. he resolved to keep trying to saw the wood.
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Post by Socatoa on Dec 10, 2006 11:03:31 GMT -5
*Socatoa suddenly appears across from him and grabs the saw*
*Although she may not be as strong as Tritan, she is still an ample sawing partner.
'Ello. Need a hand? * She begins to clap slowly and smiles. A serious look returns to her face as she again grabs the saw handle.*
Ready?
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Post by Tritan on Dec 10, 2006 12:24:22 GMT -5
'Ello. Need a hand?
His newly built up concentration was broken by the sound of Socatoa's offer for help. He watched as the slender otter took the other end of the saw. Socatoa was definitely being a great help, she was the one who had been the most active (hint hint) in the fort. Flexing his muscular limbs, he secured his grip onto his side of the saw.*
Ready?
*He nodded. The saw started to slide smoothly into the wood, and he was confident that planks would be in order soon. But if they were to finish the ship before long, they needed more help. A lot more help.
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Post by Socatoa on Dec 10, 2006 19:11:24 GMT -5
He must be a fierce warrior. Kinda like Rock...
* Soca thought to herself, as she began to sweat. As the pair worked their way through the large pine, they didn't notice the minutes slip away.
She began to speak in spurts of words, like understandable grunts.*
So....What..are we gonna..*grunt* name 'er Tritan?
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Post by Tritan on Dec 11, 2006 16:57:40 GMT -5
*The otter, sawing on a log of wood, was having a quite enjoyable conversation with his Right Paw. She seemed quite strong for a female, and he noticed her movements were fluid and precise. He sawed on, relishing the feeling of the sharp teeth of the saw biting into the wood and severing through the crooked grain and knots. Pine was a soft wood but was light. He wondered if he had picked the right type of wood. He would need to consult Omorro on the subject. Nevertheless, the resin provided from these trees would prove to be an amazing glue, an astounding combustible and a fantastic water repellent. And if the pine was the wrong wood, then they would just start over.
*As Tritan sawed, his muscles bunched and flexed alternately. Sweat beaded on his forehead, but he was trying not to show that he was experiencing strain. He smiled to Socatoa.*
So....What..are we gonna..*grunt* name 'er Tritan?
*He had not thought of that. He thought about writing a suggestions parchment so that everybeast could give their suggestions.*
Dunno, Soca. Wot do you think?
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Post by Socatoa on Dec 13, 2006 17:23:44 GMT -5
* Socatoa breathed deeply, for she loved the smell of freshly cut wood. It was an earthy smell that reminded her of her father, a carpenter. As they finished slicing through, her past began to flash before her eyes. Of the murder. The murderer. Her abstinence of the use of a blade. *
Dunno, Soca. Wot do you think?
*The words awoke her.*
Umm...I've got a lot. I've always wanted a ship... I'll start a suggestion parchment! Two of my favorites are The White Water and The Outlaw's Tears.
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Post by Tritan on Dec 13, 2006 17:40:50 GMT -5
*Tritan nodded as they finished the first plank and set the saw onto the trunk again. He pulled and pushed the jagged blade back and forth, a reminiscence of his own experience in the Clan of the Torrent, where he had to saw wood and pump water out of a well.
*Socatoa had thought of good names. But that was not to happen until the completion of the vessel itself. He wasn't going to put the milk before the bowl. First, they had to get it done, and naming it would be the finishing touch. But planning ahead never hurt anyone.*
Perfect! She'll be named in no time!
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Post by Socatoa on Dec 13, 2006 18:09:21 GMT -5
*Socatoa continued to saw with all her might. Soon, her arms began to tire. She looked at Tritan in the eyes and signaled they should stop and take a rest. She could see he was trying to hide his struggle. She reached into her pack and pulled out to flasks of strawberry cordial and october ale.*
Which one would ye like mate? The Strawb'ry Cordial or the October Ale?
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Post by Tritan on Dec 16, 2006 12:25:57 GMT -5
*Tritan's eyes caught Socatoa's signal. He put the saw down and watcged her take out two flasks. One appeared to contain strawberry cordial, no mistake, but the other was vaguely familiar yet unrecognizable. When Socatoa said that it was October Ale, he remembered. He had never tasted that, but presumed it tasted good.*
I'll have the ale, if ye please.
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Post by Socatoa on Dec 16, 2006 12:36:29 GMT -5
* Socatoa smiled softly at Tritan, and handed him the flask.*
Here mate, I made it myself.
* She unscrewed the lid of the cordial and took a long drink. The sticky liquid slid smoothly down her parched throat. She again reached into the pack and pulled out two small loaves of bread. One she kept for herself and the other, she tossed to Tritan. Munching on the bread happily, she looked out at the beautiful woods and smiled contently.
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Post by Tritan on Dec 17, 2006 11:35:32 GMT -5
*Tritan accepted the outstreched paw's burden and relieved Socatoa of the flask. He upturned the sealed flask and watched the amber liquid swill about. He turned it back upright and uncorked it with a smooth motion. He relished the nice tubular pop of the cork when it was freed from the grip of the flask. A strong, spicy smell assailed his nostrils and he found himself trying to take as much of that smell in as he could. He thought then he might look foolish so he took a deep draught.
*As his head threw back, his short sleeve slipped and revealed the crude blackened shape of entwined twin circles upon his left shoulder. Noticing that, he inhaled some of his ale and spluttered it out, effectively hiding the mark as it was hidden again by the sleeve. Tritan pretended not to have done anything out of the common, so he wiped his lips and put the flask down, attempting to pull his sleeve down even more. Absentmindedly, he took the saw again and placed it on the trunk.*
Shall we start again?
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Post by Socatoa on Dec 19, 2006 11:53:22 GMT -5
* Socatoa noticed a flash of black, but said nothing. She took one last sip of the cordial and put the flask back into the bag.*
Shall we start again?
* Socatoa nodded*
Aye mate, we should go back to work.
* Using a nearby tree limb, Soca pulled herself to her feet. She put her hands back into the familiar place on the saw and took a ready stance.
* Soca began to wonder what the black mark on Tritan's arm was and what it meant.*
Was he in a tribe of some sort? Or maybe one of those vermin raised otters....
Ready mate?
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Lars and Evil Sunfire
Left Paw
Warrior / Ranger
I am the son of the White Knight. I am the lost one. Fear my cry.
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Post by Lars and Evil Sunfire on Dec 23, 2006 16:06:34 GMT -5
You lot you could use an extra set of paws. Mind if I help?
**Lars strode towards the two. Though un-armouered and clad only a simple, home-spun brown tunic, Lars still carried his father's blade thrust through his belt.**
You look like you could use an extra set of paws. Perhaps to smooth down the rough edges?
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Post by Omorro on Jan 4, 2007 12:08:09 GMT -5
**It was with a nonchalant look about his face that Omorro strolled into the clearing. Being rather curious in nature, he couln't halp but be attracted to the noise. Rather than following Lars's example and offereing to help however, he simply leaned against a tree, his arms crossed.**
A ship, eh?
**His voice was bitter, though he couldn't be more happy that a ship was indeed finally being built. He was growing restless confined to land and wanted nothing more than to feel the sea breeze against his fur.**
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Post by Terra on Jan 6, 2007 17:12:24 GMT -5
*Terra was watching them the whole time...."a ship they are buidling...seems interesting" as she got up from her comfy branch and hopped down to the bottom and strolled towards the builders she came upon a more wonderful site as she imagined!* "hmmm...what a nice ship that you are trying to construct...may i be of offer?"
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