Timestamp: Spring 87, 513 AV
Rengar hopped off the giant Wind Eagle, his lunch nearly coming up in chunks. Rengar could never be an Endal like the one laughing at his nauseousness. He absolutely hated flying, him and Garren both did. People weren't meant to be that high up, moving that fast. It wasn't natural. He looked around, as he was brought to this distant location to inspect and repair one of the many forward camps. And this one was in dire need of care, for a large oak had fallen directly on it. He shook his head, guessing someone had failed to inspect the trees within falling range of it.
"I'm going to go hunting, get to work on this, I'll be back in a few bells. If you can, get a fire going as well, so I can make us a meal. I'll be returning with a few other hunters if you need a few more hands."
The Endal and Eagle took off, leaving Rengar and his supplies behind. This project looked like it would take a few days at the very least. So Rengar decided to set up camp. He set down his pack, and pulled off all of his axes, and carefully set them against a tree nearby. He then grabbed his rolled up tent that was bundled against the top of the pack. He untied it, and in a single, practiced motion, he unrolled it, the wooden poles in his hands. He grabbed the long poles and set them off to the side, along with the rope that was rolled up with it. He found the flattest area in the camp, and grabbed three poles and his carving axe. He placed the first pole in the center of where he planned to set the tip, then using the flat back of the axe, he hammered the pole into the ground. He kept hammering until the pole was rigid and wouldn't move. He then twisted the pole until the rope notch in the top of the pole faced east and west. He repeated this process with the other two poles in a similar east and west fashion, hammering them a little deeper than the center pole.
He hammered in a stake, in line with the other poles, then grabbed the rope. He did a single turn around to stake, leaving slack for a lot more knotting. He coiled the rope around the standing line twice, coiling toward the post and not away. He then did a third coil outside of the other two, pulled tight until the knot slid down to the stake. He pulled on it, checking it, satisfied that it wouldn't pull free. He then took the free end of the rope, leading it through the notches in the poles, then repeated the knot and stake at the other end. He grabbed the main fabric of the tent, and tossed it over the spine he'd made, squaring it up until both sides were even. He grabbed four more stakes and a bit more rope. He hammered all the stakes into the ground, just out of reach of the four corners. Four more tautline hitch knots later, and his simple tent was ready. He pulled down the excess flaps that acted as the doors and smiled. Not the greatest tent in the world, especially when compared to his days among the Drykas, but this had always suited his needs. He glanced over at an area that looked like it had been used as a fire pit in the past, and decided that would be his next task. |
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