(Event) The Great Bridge | Page 4

Corvella's still throwing things, but this time these are not stones, but nails. Legend has it that if you throw nails like a shuriken with a perfect force, they will slide in smoothly and keep the join stable. So, Corvella went into the unfinished wooden foundation, with a handful of nails in her hands, and threw it towards the formation of wooden pillars. Cannot guarantee safety for the workers.

Thrown die:

20

 

Managing to find a vantage point, Ceres could see that progress was going well. And there were a surprising amount of faces she recognized from the fight with Titanius. She was here mostly because there was nothing better to do, and she had a feeling that something would happen. It was really only a matter of time when you had this many adventurers crowded around. With a little sigh, Ceres hopped off her little perch and went back to work. The day wasn't over yet and she wasn't exactly sure about what accommodations were available. She could have probably taken a caravan or something back but it was probably important to see this to the end.

Thrown die:

3

 

Ah yes, building and construction. Yukisa sure was a pro at that. After all, he had seen all seasons of Bob The Builder. Therefore he knew that all he had to do was get out his magic hammer and talking construction vehicles, then he'd be building in no time.

"Oh... that's not how it works?"

For obvious reasons, when he was told that such things were nonexistent, he had no choice but to resort to... normal construction. Which involved a lot of tripping and dropping materials.

How come this world didn't have magical construction tools?!

Thrown die:

77

 

'And thats how shes done,' Marcus gave the wall a pat with his hand. It seemed like he had fallen behind in comparison to the others, but it made no matter. A job worth doing was worth doing right. And doing it right the first time might have saved him from the creeping back pain that had taken hold of his body. But he couldn't rest now. Not with the amount of work that still needed to be done. He sighed, satisfied with his work and went for more stone. And offered a silent prayer to who ever might have been listening his work didn't fall apart behind his back.

Thrown die:

74

 

After taking a long break, libitina got back to work. This time she contributed in carrying things, seeing as they had enough materials available but not enough people to bring it to them. She thought handing the builders the materials would cut the extra time it was taking to help. Although, to be honest, she wasn't sure if she was being that helpful with transporting the logs

Thrown die:

7

 

"Aargh! Sonova--!"

The stream of cursing that followed was the universal language of someone who blasted their thumb into oblivion trying to hammer a nail in but missed. Madison's face soured as she debated doing the right thing.

Walking over to the guy, the dark druid snapped her fingers. A handful of sticky healing leaves grew from her hand. She wrapped them around the injured worker's thumb and told him to suck it up, buttercup, and get back to work.

Thrown die:

45

 

And so he continued with his work. From carrying about materials, he had moved onto bureaucratic survey: taking headcounts, tallies, checking the inventory and material stock, and writing it all down in proper embellishment. Sure, he still wasn't doing the heavy lifting, but he had faith that his minor efforts at helping out were helping with efficiency and speed.

Thrown die:

71

 

Sweat pooled in her eyes, and she blinked against the burning sensation before swiping at it. She was exhausted, and even in-game, she knew her muscles were straining against the physical labor. But at the same time, Mags enjoyed the sensation. It felt good, wonderful even, to throw her body and her mind at a straight-forward task, and see the fruits of her labor. Much like the morning after a tough workout, Magdalyn simply took pride in what she had accomplished. Just a bit more, she told herself, gazing out over the ever-growing bridge. We're almost there.

Thrown die:

62

 

Aurora finished healing the ones who needed to be healed and now was completely free. She didn't want to remain idle though, which she why she decided to make somve refreshments. She made lemonades and asked one of the hydromancy user to make some ice. She put the ice in the drink and handed everyone a glass.

Thrown die:

15

 

Each nail hammered was a stake. Each nail hammered was a memory. Each nail hammered served as the foundation of the bridge, the foundation of strength. Only in piercing agony could one's existence and worth be clarified. Only with hard, meaningful work could one fight off the dread of living another day in an uncertain, unpleasant, inglorious world. So he raised his hammer, his holy instrument, and continued to pray, continued to smash.

The stakes of the foundation. The crystallization of his worth. The burdens of his loss. The darkness writhed within, and he held it at bay.

Thrown die:

38

 

Slow eyes traced the growingly large structure as it was built. The reason it needed to be such size lost on the woman as she raised a hand to her mouth to yawn before her form began shifting to cosmic form. Fingers waving slowly as the gravity around objects lessened and shifted at her command. Quickly drifting things where they needed to go so that history was progressed faster.

Thrown die:

9

 

"What in sam hell is this supposed to be?!?" The voice cut loudly as the old man slowly walked closer, cane tapping the ground. His focus watching people work, and some struggle to move a simple wooden beam. Grumbling as he set his Cane back into the UI and moved to help support some of the beam's weight as he looked to the people. "Put some effort into it soldier!"

Thrown die:

5

 

Sean had started to get tired out by tossing materials to the workers. Wiping his head, he walked over to a nearby tree and sat against it. "All in a day's work..." He closed his eyes, slowly drifting into sleep. Sean was never a hard worker when the job was manual labor.

Thrown die:

58

 

A smile across her face as Nyx kept watching everyone tire themselves out. She wanted to paint it all red, she wanted to make sure the old saying 'blood, sweet, and tears' was true when it came to building something the people could be proud of. thumb raised to her lip as she drew blood biting it to try and keep herself calm. There was still to many strong looking people, she could not spill the most blood if that sat around. Eyes noticing one person in particular as she growled.

Thrown die:

52