OH!
Let me get on that.
Let me get on that.
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You could always head outside to do that. Pretty much everybody would be eating right now.
Hope I didn't kill it.
"There's food inside, hold on." He says, walking up to the gate and knocking three times.
"What's your name?" says a voice from the other side.
"Rosewood." answers Cliver.
"What do you support?" the voice asks.
"The making of trees into boats." answers Cliver.
There the sound of a lock unlatching, and the heavy wooden gate swings out to the let them in. In front is a large, burly man with a tragically scraggly beard. He takes a few hasty step back when he sees the entirety of those accompanying Cliver. "Why you got wolves?" he says, looking over the group before eyes on Sky and dropping to the ground in supplication.
Beyond him lies the whole of the camp. On the left side sits a few long buildings that appear to be a communal bunkhouses. Off to the right is an area filled with the tools of the lumber trade, for rendering the long trucks down to more manageable sizes. Off to the side of that was another gate, leading out onto the dock. In the center stood a single large building of better make than the bunkhouses, and behind that in the back was what looked like the hastily repaired livestock pins.
Cliver walks up and pats the gatekeeper on the shoulder. "Not an angel. This is the guild, the one the boss hired. They saved my life, so paying your respects is fine. But this is to much."
The man stands back up bashfully. "Breakfast still on?" Cliver asks him, an the man nods. "Alright," he said, leading the party to the long building and pushing open the doors.
The activity in the room stops the moment they walk in. Men at long tables, half through with the most important meal of the days look over the group. Some look at the Sarrai'a with fear. Some look at Sky with reverence. Some look at Lilith and Clover with utter confusion. Some look to Cliver, expectantly.
He claps his hands, the sound echoing across the silent room seeming to break the spell holding the men, and yells, "Make way for the conquering beast slayers!"
There's a moment where every man sucks in their breath, and the then a cheer goes up across the hall. Cliver turns back to the group and goes, "That means you're invited to breakfast."
"What's your name?" says a voice from the other side.
"Rosewood." answers Cliver.
"What do you support?" the voice asks.
"The making of trees into boats." answers Cliver.
There the sound of a lock unlatching, and the heavy wooden gate swings out to the let them in. In front is a large, burly man with a tragically scraggly beard. He takes a few hasty step back when he sees the entirety of those accompanying Cliver. "Why you got wolves?" he says, looking over the group before eyes on Sky and dropping to the ground in supplication.
Beyond him lies the whole of the camp. On the left side sits a few long buildings that appear to be a communal bunkhouses. Off to the right is an area filled with the tools of the lumber trade, for rendering the long trucks down to more manageable sizes. Off to the side of that was another gate, leading out onto the dock. In the center stood a single large building of better make than the bunkhouses, and behind that in the back was what looked like the hastily repaired livestock pins.
Cliver walks up and pats the gatekeeper on the shoulder. "Not an angel. This is the guild, the one the boss hired. They saved my life, so paying your respects is fine. But this is to much."
The man stands back up bashfully. "Breakfast still on?" Cliver asks him, an the man nods. "Alright," he said, leading the party to the long building and pushing open the doors.
The activity in the room stops the moment they walk in. Men at long tables, half through with the most important meal of the days look over the group. Some look at the Sarrai'a with fear. Some look at Sky with reverence. Some look at Lilith and Clover with utter confusion. Some look to Cliver, expectantly.
He claps his hands, the sound echoing across the silent room seeming to break the spell holding the men, and yells, "Make way for the conquering beast slayers!"
There's a moment where every man sucks in their breath, and the then a cheer goes up across the hall. Cliver turns back to the group and goes, "That means you're invited to breakfast."
The walk takes up most of the early morning, but becomes considerable easier once the riverbank and he road that snakes its way alongside it come into view and the group was no longer hindered by the underbrush of the wood. Soon enough they come to the Mundy logging camp. Or, as Cliver had told them on the way, Fort Mundy.
It sat in a clearing beside the river. In the center was a large barricade made of sturdy logs lashed together and buried upright in the ground, their tops sharpened to points. Around this fort a crude moat, five feet deep, had been dug and connected to the river. The only way up the the gate was a land bridge, and that was beset on both sides by more pointed logs buried in the ground at angles as though to deter siege equipment. One side of the fort had gotten a crude repair job, with more wood stacked in front of a hole about the size of the wolf beast they had killed last night. Off to the right side of the fort a dock extended into the river out to an old riverboat bobbing along in the water and off to the left was a clearing of stumps, evidence of the mens stated profession. As the group approached a shout went up from along the wall as a lookout spotted them. Another man came running up to see them, took one look at Cliver, the turned to the other lookout and pressed something angrily into his hand before leaving in a huff. Cliver frowned and pointed him out.
"Just yesterday that scab was telling everyone who would listen how sure he was that I'd win." He said, before getting serious as they walked up to the gate. "Right, now these guys are kind of spooky. All this stuff," he said, waving at the fortifications, "was here before the beast showed up. These are wood men, so Clover, it would be more comfortable for them if you didn't let on that you were a nymph. Oh, and Lilith? That tree I mentioned they were here looking for? I'm not allowed to tell anybody about that, so don't bring it up."
It sat in a clearing beside the river. In the center was a large barricade made of sturdy logs lashed together and buried upright in the ground, their tops sharpened to points. Around this fort a crude moat, five feet deep, had been dug and connected to the river. The only way up the the gate was a land bridge, and that was beset on both sides by more pointed logs buried in the ground at angles as though to deter siege equipment. One side of the fort had gotten a crude repair job, with more wood stacked in front of a hole about the size of the wolf beast they had killed last night. Off to the right side of the fort a dock extended into the river out to an old riverboat bobbing along in the water and off to the left was a clearing of stumps, evidence of the mens stated profession. As the group approached a shout went up from along the wall as a lookout spotted them. Another man came running up to see them, took one look at Cliver, the turned to the other lookout and pressed something angrily into his hand before leaving in a huff. Cliver frowned and pointed him out.
"Just yesterday that scab was telling everyone who would listen how sure he was that I'd win." He said, before getting serious as they walked up to the gate. "Right, now these guys are kind of spooky. All this stuff," he said, waving at the fortifications, "was here before the beast showed up. These are wood men, so Clover, it would be more comfortable for them if you didn't let on that you were a nymph. Oh, and Lilith? That tree I mentioned they were here looking for? I'm not allowed to tell anybody about that, so don't bring it up."
"Yeah." He said, slowing his stride so as not to outpace the others. "It's a ways to the south here, on the river. Small operation, a couple dozen guys at most. They supply lumber as needed to the local towns, but that's a side job. What they're really here for is to search for an old Firestalk rumored to be somewhere in the area. Adrian Mundy, the owner, is a miserly old scab but he won't try to cheat ya' so long as I'm there."
How many details am I allowed to give about the camp? Can I just go hog wild?
"Those pups." Cliver answers Sky, pointing to the wiggling messes of fur clutched in Dreks arms. "We found them in the cave, abandoned. We're lucky they're old enough to not need milk."
That's what he said, but uneasiness churned in his guts. He respected the woods, but he also firmly believed the woods should stay in the woods. Men that went amongst the woods for too long were liable to go funny, and he knew that the opposite must also be true. Bring the woods amougst man and it was bound to go funny too.
Maybe he was worried for nothing. Sarrai'a and Clover were around, so perhaps it wouldn't go bad. He'd feel a lot more comfortable, though, if Clover wasn't also a being of the woods.
"If you guys have got a good hold on those little goofballs I say we head out. If we start now might be able to catch the tail end of breakfast."
That's what he said, but uneasiness churned in his guts. He respected the woods, but he also firmly believed the woods should stay in the woods. Men that went amongst the woods for too long were liable to go funny, and he knew that the opposite must also be true. Bring the woods amougst man and it was bound to go funny too.
Maybe he was worried for nothing. Sarrai'a and Clover were around, so perhaps it wouldn't go bad. He'd feel a lot more comfortable, though, if Clover wasn't also a being of the woods.
"If you guys have got a good hold on those little goofballs I say we head out. If we start now might be able to catch the tail end of breakfast."
May as well keep both then.
"I'm still good, Sky. Thanks though. This isn't the first time I've gone out into the woods to chop something other than lumber." Cliver said. "Back home the boys would place bets on whether or not I came back. Pissed pops off something fierce, but it was all in good fun."
He turns to Lilith as she speaks, confused, "Well, yeah, but surely there's somebody..." he trailed off there, her words yesterday about only getting enough members that day to take requests echoing in his memories. What had she said, that only she'd have been around to help? He remembered the look in the girls eyes as she'd begged Drek not to throw his life away last night. So she'd had to have met him, what, that morning? That afternoon?
He looked around the clearing again and it truly struck him, for the first time, that he was looking at the extent of this guild. This was all there was. This was all she had.
He coughed. "Yeah, it would make pops pretty mad but mostly because he kept betting against me. Terrible gambler, never could resist a long shot."
He turns to Lilith as she speaks, confused, "Well, yeah, but surely there's somebody..." he trailed off there, her words yesterday about only getting enough members that day to take requests echoing in his memories. What had she said, that only she'd have been around to help? He remembered the look in the girls eyes as she'd begged Drek not to throw his life away last night. So she'd had to have met him, what, that morning? That afternoon?
He looked around the clearing again and it truly struck him, for the first time, that he was looking at the extent of this guild. This was all there was. This was all she had.
He coughed. "Yeah, it would make pops pretty mad but mostly because he kept betting against me. Terrible gambler, never could resist a long shot."
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