Unto The BreachThe Lie Of The Land
Supply And Demand
Seeking Passage
Castles Saved By Sand
Delivering The Goods
Supply And Demand
Seeking Passage
Castles Saved By Sand
Delivering The Goods
Arc 720, 52nd of Ashan
With a final stroke, Darius lifted the oars and pulled them into the oarlocks, the wooden shafts scraping as they returned to their respective homes. From then on, the Lady Jean was quiet in her approach, save for the few droplets of freezing water that fell from the bow and the soft inevitability of gentle waves lapping at her hull as she scythed through the water.
That only lasted for a matter of trills, however, as she was soon nudging herself against the docks at Ishallr. The wooden pillars that supported the pier were coated in a layer of ice, but each one was tall enough that the seafarer could tie a rope around it and not fear that his boat might drift away of its own accord.
Darius stepped out of the rowboat, his movements cautious as he sought the more firm but slippery pier. He could see that a sled had been left on the snow outside a nearby shack, and the crampons he had affixed to his boots bit into the ice as he cautiously made his way between his boat and the small vehicle. With each trip, he carried supplies, and more than once he had to adjust his positioning so that the weight he carried didn't throw him off balance.
Eventually, he was able to transfer everything that he had carefully lowered into his boat back in Scalvoris Town: one sack of Scalvoris Green Sand and another of Faldrass Sand that he'd collected from the beaches; one crate of medical supplies from the Order of the Adunih; and two crates of vegetables and other ingredients that he'd brought from Cally's. Each one was heavy to carry on its own, and the bearded blond was grateful for the sled. The idea of having to haul each item across Ishallr didn't bear entertaining.
Gloved fingers worked at the ropes on the sled and pulled at them, until they held the goods firmly in place, at which point he tightened them into knots. Then, slinging the rope over himself and tying it around his waist, he leaned forward, feeling the weight of the sled behind him. He lowered himself and pushed forward with a grunt, his crampons eventually finding purchase in the thick snow, and the sled began to move, little by little, as the human slowly stepped away from the water's edge.
That only lasted for a matter of trills, however, as she was soon nudging herself against the docks at Ishallr. The wooden pillars that supported the pier were coated in a layer of ice, but each one was tall enough that the seafarer could tie a rope around it and not fear that his boat might drift away of its own accord.
Darius stepped out of the rowboat, his movements cautious as he sought the more firm but slippery pier. He could see that a sled had been left on the snow outside a nearby shack, and the crampons he had affixed to his boots bit into the ice as he cautiously made his way between his boat and the small vehicle. With each trip, he carried supplies, and more than once he had to adjust his positioning so that the weight he carried didn't throw him off balance.
Eventually, he was able to transfer everything that he had carefully lowered into his boat back in Scalvoris Town: one sack of Scalvoris Green Sand and another of Faldrass Sand that he'd collected from the beaches; one crate of medical supplies from the Order of the Adunih; and two crates of vegetables and other ingredients that he'd brought from Cally's. Each one was heavy to carry on its own, and the bearded blond was grateful for the sled. The idea of having to haul each item across Ishallr didn't bear entertaining.
Gloved fingers worked at the ropes on the sled and pulled at them, until they held the goods firmly in place, at which point he tightened them into knots. Then, slinging the rope over himself and tying it around his waist, he leaned forward, feeling the weight of the sled behind him. He lowered himself and pushed forward with a grunt, his crampons eventually finding purchase in the thick snow, and the sled began to move, little by little, as the human slowly stepped away from the water's edge.