Timestamp: 3rd of Summer, 519 A.V.
Vasin quietly breathed out as he stood there, surrounded by trees, foliage, and the sounds of nature. The sound and feel of a soft breeze as it rolled through and rustled leaves. Birds audible all around in brief exchanges of a song. Sounds which Vasin did not recognize, as the occasional distance cry. The most striking thing was the lack of people, well, aside from those that had landed here with him. All of the supplies they had brought had been offloaded onto the beach which was within sight if you squinted through the trees. At first, Vasin had thought they were going to be staying in Zeltiva proper, but then Kelski told him her plans to settle some land. Vasin, took to this like a fish swims loving the idea and jumping onboard rather enthusiastically. This patch of land which he stood before was going to be their new home. Before he had mentioned how he wished to go out there and bring the unknown to the known. But this, it was just as good and it satisfied a part of him he had never really considered. It was taking the known and taking it out to the unknown. They were perhaps not even five miles away from the city, those mountains rising up above. But this world, it reminded him so much of when he briefly ventured out of Sunberth. but the terrain... it was so rugged and untamed.
This was going to be rather the challenge, and he wasn't entirely sure how he was going to help. That was until he heard Kelski mention they needed the land cleared so they could start building. Foliage, rocks, trees, and layers of the forest floor were in the way. The sooner it was cleared, the faster they could get set up. Vasin, of course, volunteered to help clear the land, though he had not fully grasped how much work it would be until he stood there. Leaned up against a tree next to him were a series of tools he had brought for the job. He had an axe, shovel, hoe and a hatchet leaned up against the tree. On his belt, he had his sword sheathed in its scabbard and on the other side a full waterskin. He also had some trail rations for when he took a break from the hard work ahead at lunchtime."Alright... let's get started." But where to start? The forest was all so dense and chaotic with a million things he could start with. He took a step back and found himself stepping on some twigs and foliage with a snap sound."Let's start all this brush and foliage." he said to himself as he would grab the hatchet first.
He took the hatchet for a very specific reason, and that was because he had noticed that there was a multitude of different kinds of brush before him. He was going to go after the woody brush first which involved small trees, woody stem plants, and twigs in general which were hard and difficult to get past. They were also in the way of his other tools for brush, like the hoe, so the woody brush had to go first. He went to the nearest grouping of the stuff first, Stepping his way over in his plain simple clothes before kneeling down next to it. He grabbed a hold of the woody stem plant grabbing it towards the center. Then, with his grip firm, he took the hatchet in his right hand, brought it up, and swung down in a chop motion. The hatchet blade embedded into the stem sliding down a little. With some effort, he pulled it back and gave it another thick whack! Hitting it harder this time! Whack! He had cut the woody plant in two! Only leaving a barely visible stump under the brush and foliage. He then set aside the remains of the plant and grabbed at another, a larger one that looked like it could be a small tree? Regardless, he moved forward grabbing a hold of it and bringing his hatchet up.
Vasin quietly breathed out as he stood there, surrounded by trees, foliage, and the sounds of nature. The sound and feel of a soft breeze as it rolled through and rustled leaves. Birds audible all around in brief exchanges of a song. Sounds which Vasin did not recognize, as the occasional distance cry. The most striking thing was the lack of people, well, aside from those that had landed here with him. All of the supplies they had brought had been offloaded onto the beach which was within sight if you squinted through the trees. At first, Vasin had thought they were going to be staying in Zeltiva proper, but then Kelski told him her plans to settle some land. Vasin, took to this like a fish swims loving the idea and jumping onboard rather enthusiastically. This patch of land which he stood before was going to be their new home. Before he had mentioned how he wished to go out there and bring the unknown to the known. But this, it was just as good and it satisfied a part of him he had never really considered. It was taking the known and taking it out to the unknown. They were perhaps not even five miles away from the city, those mountains rising up above. But this world, it reminded him so much of when he briefly ventured out of Sunberth. but the terrain... it was so rugged and untamed.
This was going to be rather the challenge, and he wasn't entirely sure how he was going to help. That was until he heard Kelski mention they needed the land cleared so they could start building. Foliage, rocks, trees, and layers of the forest floor were in the way. The sooner it was cleared, the faster they could get set up. Vasin, of course, volunteered to help clear the land, though he had not fully grasped how much work it would be until he stood there. Leaned up against a tree next to him were a series of tools he had brought for the job. He had an axe, shovel, hoe and a hatchet leaned up against the tree. On his belt, he had his sword sheathed in its scabbard and on the other side a full waterskin. He also had some trail rations for when he took a break from the hard work ahead at lunchtime."Alright... let's get started." But where to start? The forest was all so dense and chaotic with a million things he could start with. He took a step back and found himself stepping on some twigs and foliage with a snap sound."Let's start all this brush and foliage." he said to himself as he would grab the hatchet first.
He took the hatchet for a very specific reason, and that was because he had noticed that there was a multitude of different kinds of brush before him. He was going to go after the woody brush first which involved small trees, woody stem plants, and twigs in general which were hard and difficult to get past. They were also in the way of his other tools for brush, like the hoe, so the woody brush had to go first. He went to the nearest grouping of the stuff first, Stepping his way over in his plain simple clothes before kneeling down next to it. He grabbed a hold of the woody stem plant grabbing it towards the center. Then, with his grip firm, he took the hatchet in his right hand, brought it up, and swung down in a chop motion. The hatchet blade embedded into the stem sliding down a little. With some effort, he pulled it back and gave it another thick whack! Hitting it harder this time! Whack! He had cut the woody plant in two! Only leaving a barely visible stump under the brush and foliage. He then set aside the remains of the plant and grabbed at another, a larger one that looked like it could be a small tree? Regardless, he moved forward grabbing a hold of it and bringing his hatchet up.