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WHO: Bracken, Reinhardt
WHAT: Furniture building
WHEN: The day after Reinhardt's arrival
WHERE: Fayren's forest, near Bracken's treehouse
WARNINGS: Reinhardt
Bracken stood in front of his house with little else but a box of nails. He hoped Reinhardt would be able to find his way there, but while he was waiting he nervously tried to figure out where to set down his box of nails. On the ground... but that was inconvenient. So he set it on the walkway up to his home, but that was kind of slanted and didn't seem right. Finally he put it down on a stump, continuously glancing at it to make sure it was still there.
He was a quiet presence in the forest, easily overlooked. Even his robes were a muted brown, and his staff was made of polished wood and matched many of the branches around him. His home, however, was dazzling as soon as anyone noticed the unusual path leading up the tree in a spiral. High above there were bridges connecting trees together, leading from room to room, in some sort of fancy tree mini-city.
It was a cold day outside, but he kept a ball of fire magic lit in the air to keep warm.
WHAT: Furniture building
WHEN: The day after Reinhardt's arrival
WHERE: Fayren's forest, near Bracken's treehouse
WARNINGS: Reinhardt
Bracken stood in front of his house with little else but a box of nails. He hoped Reinhardt would be able to find his way there, but while he was waiting he nervously tried to figure out where to set down his box of nails. On the ground... but that was inconvenient. So he set it on the walkway up to his home, but that was kind of slanted and didn't seem right. Finally he put it down on a stump, continuously glancing at it to make sure it was still there.
He was a quiet presence in the forest, easily overlooked. Even his robes were a muted brown, and his staff was made of polished wood and matched many of the branches around him. His home, however, was dazzling as soon as anyone noticed the unusual path leading up the tree in a spiral. High above there were bridges connecting trees together, leading from room to room, in some sort of fancy tree mini-city.
It was a cold day outside, but he kept a ball of fire magic lit in the air to keep warm.
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There he stood, considerably brighter than Bracken. All dressed in armor, a massive, fluttering, fur lined cloak set about his shoulders, he looked like he'd smashed his way out of a childrens book on heroes.
And with him, a makeshift sled.
Filled with logs.
He'd done his best by way of tools, bartered for what he needed, done a few humble tasks to obtain saws, laves and sand paper. They were going to do this right.
"Hallo!" Thrilled to see him, the giant easily hauling along his bounty as if it weighed nothing.
"Thank you for the beacon, friend. I would have missed you!"
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And here all he had was a box of nails. Although he was decent sized, he was used to 'tanks' being pretty big. So long as Reinhardt wasn't trying to hurt him, he was fine.
He squelched his fire, not wanted to catch anything while he wasn't concentrating on it.
Glancing up and behind him, he gestured towards his home. "Th-That's my home... If... If you need anything."
It was the least he could offer considering he'd brought so little for the construction.