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sixthiterationlogs2016-10-13 12:04 pm
seekingvinland) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2016-10-13 12:04 pm
The gods are laughing.
WHO: Thorfinn Thorsson
WHERE: The Inn, House #8, The River.
WHEN:One Backdated to October 9th // The other for October 13th
OPEN TO: One thread closed to Sam, the rest OTA
WARNINGS: Some heavy cursing in Norse?
STATUS: Open
Backdated to the 9th: Closed to Sam
Once the rain had stopped, Thorfinn had been quick to get back to his daily tasks, he had days to make up for after all. When he came in the afternoon to drop off lumber he heard about the fact Kate and Margaery was missing, and he hadn't seen Margaery that morning, which in itself was strange but he didn't see reason for alarm when they were only out of sight a few hours at most. They had been seen at breakfast then gone after they went into the woods.
If it had been anyone else he would have rolled his eyes and gotten back to work, but it was both Kate and Margaery, and people were going off to look for them. So he watched and listened a few minutes before he looked to the person nearest him, Sam Wilson.
"You want me to go with?" He offered, though still he didn't look too concerned. If it had been a full day he'd be worried, but a few hours was not a big deal in his eyes. Kate was capable, and Margaery was learning.
OTA; Morning October 13th.
Thorfinn was making his way out the front door of House #8, he usually headed from the back door to the inn to collect and axe and get to work, today he was aching from a worse night of sleep than usual so he was going to skip out on collecting wood for the day and get to following the river. He made his way out finishing the last touch of his braids, twisting them into themselves to hold in place. While he messed with his hair he managed to trip on the box sitting on the porch and hit his knee in the process.
"Ríða! Stykki af skít, hvað í fjandanum!"
He had not expected something on the porch much less that heavy. The box was more or less crushed under his weight, and when he shifted off of it and realized there was a point sticking out dangerously close to where his leg had landed on the box. No wonder it hurt like it did. Thorfinn he realized it was the way the last box had displayed his name, of course the rest of his name was there. He shifted to sit cross legged despite the smarting pain in his leg. This was for him. Why were their captors giving him strange gifts, and leaving them in a place he could kill himself?
Tearing the box the rest of the way from the place the blade was sticking out he quickly realized what it was. An axe head it was unlike the ones he was used to, closer to the ones that came in the weapons crates but still strange in its hammer like end. He looked over the heavy item a few moments before he slowly looked up unamused. His face twisting to anger.
They gave him and axe.
An axe with no handle.
He was going to have to go fashion a handle and hoped it could support that weight. "Þetta er ekki fjandans fyndið." He placed the axe-head aside with a loud thunk. Looking to the rest of the crushed box, his eyes going wide. Wheat seeds.
He knew what they were by the sight of them. Looking up at the sky, then back towards the back yard…. He needed to make himself a little field and get these planted before it got to late, Einar had taught him Wheat could be planted in the fall. It wouldn't be able to be harvested in time for winter, but it might be good to do for next year if they are still here, if not maybe it could help someone else in the future. He just sat there staring at the box for a little while.
OTA: Following the river.
The axe-head was in his bag over his shoulder, but the wheat seeds had been left in his room. Thorfinn got to work quickly on moving to the river to start following it. He was looking for off orange coloring, for signs of bog iron. He wasn't an expert and his lessons on the stuff had been ages ago when he was in Medietas, but, it was something worth looking into. A possibility of getting the smith up and running. He didn't have high hopes on finding the bog iron, but, it was worth a shot to try. Worse come to worse he'd time to find a stick worthy of whittling down into a handle for the axe-head.
WHERE: The Inn, House #8, The River.
WHEN:One Backdated to October 9th // The other for October 13th
OPEN TO: One thread closed to Sam, the rest OTA
WARNINGS: Some heavy cursing in Norse?
STATUS: Open
Backdated to the 9th: Closed to Sam
Once the rain had stopped, Thorfinn had been quick to get back to his daily tasks, he had days to make up for after all. When he came in the afternoon to drop off lumber he heard about the fact Kate and Margaery was missing, and he hadn't seen Margaery that morning, which in itself was strange but he didn't see reason for alarm when they were only out of sight a few hours at most. They had been seen at breakfast then gone after they went into the woods.
If it had been anyone else he would have rolled his eyes and gotten back to work, but it was both Kate and Margaery, and people were going off to look for them. So he watched and listened a few minutes before he looked to the person nearest him, Sam Wilson.
"You want me to go with?" He offered, though still he didn't look too concerned. If it had been a full day he'd be worried, but a few hours was not a big deal in his eyes. Kate was capable, and Margaery was learning.
OTA; Morning October 13th.
Thorfinn was making his way out the front door of House #8, he usually headed from the back door to the inn to collect and axe and get to work, today he was aching from a worse night of sleep than usual so he was going to skip out on collecting wood for the day and get to following the river. He made his way out finishing the last touch of his braids, twisting them into themselves to hold in place. While he messed with his hair he managed to trip on the box sitting on the porch and hit his knee in the process.
"Ríða! Stykki af skít, hvað í fjandanum!"
He had not expected something on the porch much less that heavy. The box was more or less crushed under his weight, and when he shifted off of it and realized there was a point sticking out dangerously close to where his leg had landed on the box. No wonder it hurt like it did. Thorfinn he realized it was the way the last box had displayed his name, of course the rest of his name was there. He shifted to sit cross legged despite the smarting pain in his leg. This was for him. Why were their captors giving him strange gifts, and leaving them in a place he could kill himself?
Tearing the box the rest of the way from the place the blade was sticking out he quickly realized what it was. An axe head it was unlike the ones he was used to, closer to the ones that came in the weapons crates but still strange in its hammer like end. He looked over the heavy item a few moments before he slowly looked up unamused. His face twisting to anger.
They gave him and axe.
An axe with no handle.
He was going to have to go fashion a handle and hoped it could support that weight. "Þetta er ekki fjandans fyndið." He placed the axe-head aside with a loud thunk. Looking to the rest of the crushed box, his eyes going wide. Wheat seeds.
He knew what they were by the sight of them. Looking up at the sky, then back towards the back yard…. He needed to make himself a little field and get these planted before it got to late, Einar had taught him Wheat could be planted in the fall. It wouldn't be able to be harvested in time for winter, but it might be good to do for next year if they are still here, if not maybe it could help someone else in the future. He just sat there staring at the box for a little while.
OTA: Following the river.
The axe-head was in his bag over his shoulder, but the wheat seeds had been left in his room. Thorfinn got to work quickly on moving to the river to start following it. He was looking for off orange coloring, for signs of bog iron. He wasn't an expert and his lessons on the stuff had been ages ago when he was in Medietas, but, it was something worth looking into. A possibility of getting the smith up and running. He didn't have high hopes on finding the bog iron, but, it was worth a shot to try. Worse come to worse he'd time to find a stick worthy of whittling down into a handle for the axe-head.
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"Part of an axe." He lifted it up with one hand, half sledge hammer half axe, made for splitting wood. "Unlike the ones here or home. And wheat seeds." He shifted the box so she could look. "We'll have flour....next year." Thorfinn's beard was trimmed down finally, like he had shaved in the past few days.
He sat the axe-head aside to offer one of his scarred hands down to the puppy. "what is this little one's name?"
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"I received wheat as well." She said, picking up a few of the seeds in her hands. "We could have bread." Her mouth watered instinctively. "Did you receive anything else lately?"
She grinned, "He's Gilbert, named for a hero of my lands."
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"I plan to clear room for a field like Mark did, but for the wheat, Your welcome to plant with me if you want. I know much of wheat now. I worked on a wheat farm not long ago." He didn't care to go into the less than happy details but it was an oddly good time of his life despite the horrors that happened. "Wont be ready until spring at least, but yes, and we do need bread." He liked how level headed Margaery was.
"Last month yes." He moved a hand down to his belt. "This, and a few other small things. A razor and strange cream and the nails." He offered, since he had already given her one of the nails to keep for her leather working.
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"I think that would be wonderful. I received cotton as well, which will let me make different sorts of thread. I also have fruit seeds, which will spare us from hunting wild berry bushes." There were roses, but those were for wherever she chose to live with Robb.
"It's strange how we grow excited for the things we took for granted before." She smiled, thinking about how often she ignored something as small as seeds.
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"I will help with all if you wish, I do not know cotton but it may be nice. The wheat can be planted if we do it soon, if we wait more than two weeks we may as well wait till spring." He admitted. "we may have to anyway." He looked towards Mark's field. "Winter coming, plants die in winter, wheat sleeps, but I do not know. We risk if we plant to soon and turning a field takes time without many hands." he wanted his field though. "Do you have apple seeds?" By the gods he missed heated apples.
He nodded another smile forming. "Yes, it is beautiful how it changes. The first time I grew something it was the best feeling. For one like me who used to destroy so much, to bring life, it was the best feeling." Of course the field had been destroyed by the people who bullied him and Einar but the fact remained. He didn't often talk about his old days of destruction, just that he used to be a warrior and princes guard.
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"I think that's a good idea. We could begin later today, if you like? I have little else that I need to do." Most of her chores were done in the morning. "As you say, we need to plant as soon as possible." She didn't want to wait until spring. There was no telling how long the soil would be hard. "I do. I received apples, peaches, grapes, blackberries, blueberries, strawberries, and cherries."
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"...I...I am not sure Margaery." he admitted, even looking a little concerned. "I am to look for iron today, and cut more wood for the winter coming. Very busy." He admitted, then sighed. "But... I could push it off. It's a lot of work. We might be best asking Mark for part of his field... but it is also late, wintersnight approaches." he moved his hands trying to explain. He pushed himself to stand and motioned her to follow as he walked around the yard. The backyard almost looked fenced from the way he stacked the wood about waist height. Beyond the back yard was the inn in the distance perfectly seen. He looked towards the woods then and back to Margaery. "Ríða, A week sooner and this wouldn't be hard." he wasn't sure she was strong enough to help clear the land but he wasn't about to say that. "We try. if ground is already hard we have no point in doing so. Your fruits though, those can't grow in winter. Ask Mark for those he may have ideas. I know wheat."
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There was a great deal that she didn't know, but harvests and planting were cultivated skills in her lands. She learned from her grandmother who had run the Reach as though it were still under her control. (Which in a way, it was.)
"There is no better chance. The rains hydrated the soil enough, it should be easy to till and aerate."
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"I know. You right. Okay, instead, do you have a cow?" He knew she had many animals? "Maybe we can make cheap plow.... Maybe this work quicker."
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She nodded, "I have a bull and a cow. The bull would be better." He was less stubborn than her cow.
handwave the rest?
/end scene