Timestamp: 4th of Summer, 519 A.V.
Vasin stood at the edge of the clearing he had been working on the previous day. It was early in the day, the sun had just risen over the horizon and the cool morning air kissed his skin. A morning dew having touched the grass and green leaves of the forest all around. The three piles he made still at there quietly. Woody bush, bush/foliage, loose debris/dry leaves, and rocks of various shapes and sizes. From where he stood the whole place looked like it was undergoing a transformation. A transformation which had taken him the entire previous day to achieve. That work yesterday, however, was nothing compared to what he had to achieve today or the next couple of days. Trees of various sizes and large rocks sat in the way of where they wanted to build the new place. The longer they couldn't build they worse things would be, so he had to get this cleared out. Normally there would be no way for him to move this big stuff that was in the way. Lucky for Vasin, he had a nice big strong friend who would be of great help to this endeavor. Tack, his Mule who stood there not too far away from him.
Tack idly sat eating some boring feed Vasin had given him and didn't really pay Vasin much mind. All Vasin figured he had to do was get something loose or cut it down, and then he and Tack could drag it out of the way. Though the stumps would be an issue he would have to tackle as it came. Should he set them on fire? Try and chop and drag them out? He just wasn't sure, but he was willing to experiment a little. Vasin figured this would mainly all be straight forward as he scratched his chin, an ax in his right hand and a shovel propped up against one of the trees that would be staying. Deciding not to stay idle any longer he walked forward wanting to get underway. He walked up to a tree right in the middle of where they wanted to build and sized it up. He looked around himself and the tree trying to figure out how to tackle it. He wanted it to fall over, nice and simple, and so he looked around for clear paths he could let it fall. There was a clear direction a little northwest in direction. So, he lined himself up, brought the ax up and lined up his chop. His idea was to chop a wedge out of one side, then, chop the other side much more narrow. That way he would not be in the way when the tree came down.
He brought the ax back, his arms bent, muscles contracts, tightened, and then he lined up his motion. Vasin breathed out, energy building up in both his arms. Then, at the apex of this, he did it, he unleashed the potential energy. Swinging the ax at the tree with as much force as he could muster. The weight of the ax itself helped carry the swing forward before then, it reached the end of its short journey. The ax head impacted with a thwack sound, his chop complete as it embedded into the tree, chips of bark flew off as he then with some pull began to pull the ax out of the tree. He planted a foot on the base of the tree and pulled out, with a sluggish motion he popped it out before bringing it out again. He repeated as he did before, tightening his muscles, constricting them, all while bringing the ax back lining up his chop. He aimed for where he had aimed just before. Unleashing that energy once more he chopped into the tree with force embedding the ax head once again. This time, he didn't require the need for leverage, simply put he pulled it out hard.
Vasin stood at the edge of the clearing he had been working on the previous day. It was early in the day, the sun had just risen over the horizon and the cool morning air kissed his skin. A morning dew having touched the grass and green leaves of the forest all around. The three piles he made still at there quietly. Woody bush, bush/foliage, loose debris/dry leaves, and rocks of various shapes and sizes. From where he stood the whole place looked like it was undergoing a transformation. A transformation which had taken him the entire previous day to achieve. That work yesterday, however, was nothing compared to what he had to achieve today or the next couple of days. Trees of various sizes and large rocks sat in the way of where they wanted to build the new place. The longer they couldn't build they worse things would be, so he had to get this cleared out. Normally there would be no way for him to move this big stuff that was in the way. Lucky for Vasin, he had a nice big strong friend who would be of great help to this endeavor. Tack, his Mule who stood there not too far away from him.
Tack idly sat eating some boring feed Vasin had given him and didn't really pay Vasin much mind. All Vasin figured he had to do was get something loose or cut it down, and then he and Tack could drag it out of the way. Though the stumps would be an issue he would have to tackle as it came. Should he set them on fire? Try and chop and drag them out? He just wasn't sure, but he was willing to experiment a little. Vasin figured this would mainly all be straight forward as he scratched his chin, an ax in his right hand and a shovel propped up against one of the trees that would be staying. Deciding not to stay idle any longer he walked forward wanting to get underway. He walked up to a tree right in the middle of where they wanted to build and sized it up. He looked around himself and the tree trying to figure out how to tackle it. He wanted it to fall over, nice and simple, and so he looked around for clear paths he could let it fall. There was a clear direction a little northwest in direction. So, he lined himself up, brought the ax up and lined up his chop. His idea was to chop a wedge out of one side, then, chop the other side much more narrow. That way he would not be in the way when the tree came down.
He brought the ax back, his arms bent, muscles contracts, tightened, and then he lined up his motion. Vasin breathed out, energy building up in both his arms. Then, at the apex of this, he did it, he unleashed the potential energy. Swinging the ax at the tree with as much force as he could muster. The weight of the ax itself helped carry the swing forward before then, it reached the end of its short journey. The ax head impacted with a thwack sound, his chop complete as it embedded into the tree, chips of bark flew off as he then with some pull began to pull the ax out of the tree. He planted a foot on the base of the tree and pulled out, with a sluggish motion he popped it out before bringing it out again. He repeated as he did before, tightening his muscles, constricting them, all while bringing the ax back lining up his chop. He aimed for where he had aimed just before. Unleashing that energy once more he chopped into the tree with force embedding the ax head once again. This time, he didn't require the need for leverage, simply put he pulled it out hard.