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Maxence
I am not so easy to kill
| At last; the day to sow a nation's worth of food had arrived, and while the commander would be more than pleased to finally not be getting by with old roots and rations, he was certainly not looking forward to the toil that the day would bring. Perhaps, though, the worst was over. Thanks to Inkheart's help he had managed to get enough soil transported, and with the back breaking boulder moving out of the way perhaps there ere others who wouldn't mind stopping to help work for a spell. "Caretakers! Sages! Commoners!" The king had begun to boom from his place among the barren ground just inside the north wall of the fort. With a glance to the pile of river mud he'd transported days before, a gruff sigh falling from his lips, Maxence decided he best get to work while he waited for the others to arrive. "There's work to do!" he finally called, hoping at least a few would heed his summons. There was no way he could do all of this by himself. The king began by taking pales of water from the spring under ground and heaving them up to stand beside the old (and very dry) well. Stretchin his neck upwards until the joints gave a satisfying crack, Maxence was sure that he was not cut out for this much physical labor in one week. GREETINGS, here's our garden planting thread for the less boulder-moving inclined. Still lots of hard work to do so i am expecting lots of good grumping. 1 week between rounds! Again, not compulsory, but it ould be gret to see u here! @Velorca @Oz @Voltaire @ |
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