It was now the late afternoon; the honeyed sun had shone it's last rays of the day upon the darkening Dukewood forest. The dirt pathways and still ponds were cluttered with mounds upon mounds of crisp, autumn leaves, shaded bronze under the waning sky. Every trail within, every oak tree, whole or stump seemed to dim inside the heart of the woods, only lit by what amounted to faint candlelight. The woodland critters had retreated to their homes and nests to sleep off the day's scurries, sparrows and robins no longer sang their warm tune, and for the lumberjack who made this land his home, it was indeed time to call it a shift.
Tonaf Odarg grunted as he hauled the last of the day's lumber onto his cart, gazing deeply into the woodland maze with a heavy breath of tiredness. It would only take one last act of labour before he was comfortable in his stump; accompanied by the warmth of his fireplace and a delicious rabbit stew to keep the Wood Dwarf sound and happy. At the promise of a full belly, Ton hauled the racketing cart through the bumpy trail of leaves. As dark as the woods were at this time of year, there was little out of the ordinary for the fellow to worry about.
Marching on, with the strong rope of the lumbercart in one hand and a worn, heavy axe in the other, sanctuary seemed straight ahead.
Tonaf Odarg grunted as he hauled the last of the day's lumber onto his cart, gazing deeply into the woodland maze with a heavy breath of tiredness. It would only take one last act of labour before he was comfortable in his stump; accompanied by the warmth of his fireplace and a delicious rabbit stew to keep the Wood Dwarf sound and happy. At the promise of a full belly, Ton hauled the racketing cart through the bumpy trail of leaves. As dark as the woods were at this time of year, there was little out of the ordinary for the fellow to worry about.
Marching on, with the strong rope of the lumbercart in one hand and a worn, heavy axe in the other, sanctuary seemed straight ahead.
Suyana bested a new hill, apexing the small mound, whose kin had broken the woman previous days and this one earlier. "This place rolls far too often." Mumbled the elf, annoyed and tired. She was in an unfamiliar place, unsure where to turn and what to avoid, where she might lay her head to rest.
She forged on regardless of the peril facing her, though what she perceived was not always the case. Suyana trudged heavily along, seeking a relatively open spot. A quarter hour into the sunset the elf found a clearing, cut by a lumberjack. Deep withib her mind, Suyana felt hidden a slight fear, closer to a cautioned mind that this was not a place to rest.
The elf began to drop her gear, halting and continuing instantly. "Perhaps a town lies nearby..." Thought the weary traveler, eager to rest.
((I think dwarves are classically around four feet tall btw.))
She forged on regardless of the peril facing her, though what she perceived was not always the case. Suyana trudged heavily along, seeking a relatively open spot. A quarter hour into the sunset the elf found a clearing, cut by a lumberjack. Deep withib her mind, Suyana felt hidden a slight fear, closer to a cautioned mind that this was not a place to rest.
The elf began to drop her gear, halting and continuing instantly. "Perhaps a town lies nearby..." Thought the weary traveler, eager to rest.
((I think dwarves are classically around four feet tall btw.))
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