One hundred and three logs, Voltus never thought he'd have to count that high, or that numbers so high existed, he had to make up many of them past fifty. The logging had been difficult, as the horses couldn't drag the logs out of the forest, so his men had to pull them out before lashing them to the horses and having them haul them back to the village. By now, the horses had made the journey so many times, the didn't need riders to direct them and returned to the village instinctually, returning after the logs had been cut away from them, allowing the men to chop down more as they waited. 

But now, Voltus believed that he had enough logs to complete his vision. To his right fluttered the bird lady, Finch, leader of the bird people who had let themselves be known as the Mordikhar, custodians of the forest. "Why is it that I have been summoned here?" she chirped, looking at people as they stared at her and glaring at them, making them walk away briskly but always looking behind their shoulders, "I do not like being outside the forest."

"I require your assistance Finch," he said, staring at the tides come in and out lazily, "It has something to do with all the wood we have collected."

"Yes that was evident but what is it that you will do with all of it? Make a bonfire?" Voltus chuckled heartily and turned to her, his eyes bright like bonfires.

"We will build something." He grinned widely and she returned the gesture, past memories coming back to her of times long gone.

"You are Trip's son." she said. Voltus was itching to ask what she meant but he knew it was not opportune at the moment, to avoid wasting time. They began to plan, walking a considerable distance from the camp to a flat stretch of sand where they impregnated their ideas onto, tracing lines into the sand to form drawings and images of what this... thing, was to be. By the time the sun had turned red and had started to fall into the ocean, the planning was complete. The structure that they had drawn in the sand was transferred onto a piece of hide, as they wouldn't lose it and Finch and Vis sat by a fire to admire it, even she was impressed by what the human could come up with. 

The structure would face the ocean but would not be on the coast directly and most likely a few dozen Cubits away, to where Voltus anticipated the village to rise around it and where sea water deeper down wouldn't be a problem. The shape from above would look like the top of a clam shell, though with no ripples and it would flow smoothly until it kissed the ground; the back portion, where the shell shape tapered it its thinnest would be the entrance and the front part, where the shell shape was widest, would be open to let in the breeze. He had decided that the top structure was to be made out of thin sheets of log, Planks, he would call them, fitted together with wooden pegs. Beneath the structure, the ceiling would have maximum clearance of around 12 Cubits from the ground as it sat naturally, however he would dig down, Making a shallow slope with steps running down the middle and the flanks, starting from an elevated platform at the entrance of the structure. On the shallow slap, much larger, shallower steps would be built for people to sit on, seats. The bottom of these seats would correspond to the halfway point of the shell and it would flatten off for around 10 cubits before turing into a gently curving stage, that went form one side to another, lit by the light spilling down from the wide opening at the front of the shell. In the heights of the shell, a web of rafters would be made from the branches, to accommodate the bird people. The shell, from front to back would be 120 Cubits and at the front 160 Cubits form see to side, making a very large area to view the ocean form the elevated platform at the entrance. 

It was a roofed amphitheater and Voltus didn't know it, having built at as such from natural observations of sound in a round slopped valley. However one issue still annoyed him, "How are we to protect the roof from rain and rot?" he asked Finch, who was resting on his lap.

"Use sap from trees, it forms a protective shiny layer on cut parts of trees to stop rot and insects but I don't know how you will get enough." She yawned and pulled her knees to her body, closing her wings around her and falling asleep. Voltus thought for a moment before he got an answer, he would water it down, it formed thick layers anyway and a layer that thick want really needed. He had his solution and when the sun rises in the morning, work will begin.


Note: I will leave how long it will take up to [@Chenzor], it's a big project for a people who have never attempted anything like this.