Zelrius's long golden hair flowed in the breeze ever so slightly, each step bouncing it lightly as his shoes clicked along the dirt path. This was nothing like the paved streets in and surrounding the larger cities in Falderen. No, this was clearly less developed, but easily way more laid back. When the trees of the inner countryside melted away into Farmland, the man's face lit up a bit. He recognized this place from a task he had done with a man named Alric not too long ago. It was vague, but something to do with Turkeys. Then all the thoughts came rushing back; The eggs, he helped hatch. Well, help was used loosely. Zelrius had made a makeshift nest and then handed it to Alric, allowing him to do quite all the work, and then both of them sat around a barn for a few hours until the eggs hatched. Yet, even with his minimal effort, Zelrius still felt the rush of excitement having actually done something in this game that was all too new to him.

Yet the excitement of remembering such events quickly melted away when he remembered how it ended; No payment. He had come to this world in search for glory of sorts, a way to take his mind off of a woman that he had long missed now. There was the downside to this place; it kept reminding him of that said woman. He sighed, trying to dismiss the thoughts, his expression re-hardening to the point of solemn and somber.

The early morning sun rose up in the sky behind him. He had logged on early today, wholly stuck in a rut in his life where had nothing to do but this, and putting in the occasional hours at a part time job. Though today was a day off, so why not come into a fantasy world and experience it like he had so many others. But unlike those others, he was alone in his adventures this time around. No bubbling group of friends to keep him company, just Zelrius.

It wasn't long until his walk into Brisshal that the man noticed a commotion in a farmhouse just off the road. With a quick scan of the area, he realized that he, and maybe some of the other travelling figures, might be the only means of checking it out. With hurried steps, Zelrius hopped the wooden post fence into the crop field, and across it toward the farm house. Within moments, he knew exactly what the sound was; Boars. Wild ones. It had seemed there was an abundance lately, and instinctively, the golden haired man drew both his generic iron swords. He moved slowly toward the sound, only to have all the boars run off at the sight of him. For a moment, the man was stunned; Monsters werent known to runaway, atleast not usually, and its not like he looked particularly intimidating.

His surprise and shock was broken by a voice calling to him. He turned to see a Farmer and his wife rushing toward his location, begging for his help in stopping these pesky boars from destroying their crops. "Yea, yea. Let me come up with a plan..." He dismissed the farmers with a hand wave, sheathing his swords and then looking for someone to call for help to, as he was of the mindset that there was no way he was strong enough to kill enough of em to stop this madness.

He called to another player walking along the road, beckoning them to come forth with a gloved hand, hoping that maybe she will help. Because as of right now, Zelrius had no plan.

 

Deep Dive Clinics.

That was today’s buzz word. It was all the patrons at the bar could talk about and while Addison didn’t have a personal feeling about them at the beginning of her shift, by the end of it, she was wondering if it wasn’t something she could one day look into. Hell, you didn’t have to worry about bills or rent or groceries. Being in a vegetative state and just playing video games all day? What was wrong with that? It wasn’t like she had anyone out here to worry about or who worried about her.

And that was the mindset that she entered Terra Sphere in. Logging in and adopting Savannah’s more…carefree attitude was difficult. She wasn’t nice to the NPCs when she left the tavern & inn as her tip was low and she didn’t bother to say farewell. She just left; set out on the dirt road with her head down and her hands swinging at her sides and her weapon strapped to her back. This world felt more real to her than the one she was living in and that thought was…well…unsettling.

Savannah walked for a while, her thoughts tumbling over themselves to get to the forefront of her mind and shout their opinion only to be bulldozed over by another thought which had something contrasting to say. She stuck to the side of the road, not glancing up as all manner of mounts and people passed her, either on their way into the city or out of it. The summer air smelled of flowers and fruit, a pleasant mix, and the sun was warm on the top of her head but not uncomfortably so.

The sound of someone calling out caught her attention and broke her circular thought pattern. She blinked and looked up, surprised that she was so far out of the city by now and amazed at the rolling grasslands and farmsteads that dotted the horizon before her. But that wasn’t what caught her attention, no. Someone was calling to her and, when she glanced around to make sure, she was surprised once more to see them beckoning her over. Brow furrowing, she took a hesitant step forward before giving herself a mental shake and proceeding to jog over.

Stopping about five feet away, she gave a friendly smile and lifted her hand in what would have been a wave if she would’ve remembered to do the gesture.

Hey, uh, do I know you? she asked, eyes wary. Were you even meaning to call me over? Maybe someone that was behind me?

She looked back to the road and saw no other person. Shrugging her shoulders and shaking her head, she cleared her throat and gave a small chuckle.

Guess not~ do you need help with something? I’m Savannah by the way.

@Zelrius ​

 

As the woman responded his own brows furrowed tightly. He kept scanning the area, the woods not too far off from the road itself seeming like the culprits' hiding spot. It made sense; plenty of food in there, unless there's not enough to go around. Peculiar, was the only word that passed through his mind as his thoughts were interrupted by the woman's voice. His eyes flicked up and down at her, gauging capability. She fit the bill, of course. Zelrius wasnt too picky about who helped him, more than glad that anyone was willing to, and even more so that all the other person had to do was being more knowledgable and better equipped than he was, Which, since the man had just started; practically everyone fit that criteria.

"A Pleasure, Savannah. Your inference was correct; I do need help. Let me know if this is your speed;" Zelrius began to explain the events that took place as he wandered down the road, and then gestured to the aforementioned section of trees not too far off. "My plan is to hunt them, but I uh," The man's eyes left her and looked away, embarassed to say this but going forth with it anyway. "I am not exactly prepared to handle much combat on my own. I was hoping you could help me through those woods." He held up one finger to indicate for her to hold on while he gathered his thoughts further. Slowly lowering it to speak once more. "I have the Hunting mastery. And given they appear to be low leveled, and the assortment of carnage they left here at the farm, tracking them should be quite easy. I just need a bit of back-up should I run into any trouble. I request your aid. You're more than free to decline, but any help would be greatly appreciated."

Giving her time to come up with an answer, the man began to think. He had only wished that that woman who he knew so well were here to help instead. It wasn't that he minded Savannah, he was simply more comfortable with working with the aforementioned person than he was with random strangers from the side of the road. She'd be able to help figure out a reasoning.

Or maybe there wasn't a reasoning? These thoughts plagued his mind. It was just as likely that there was no real explanation, and that this was just a random thing that the game decided would happen. However, he was hesitant to go with that turn of events. It seemed lazy, and lazy would be so out of place in a game quite as astounding as Terrasphere had turned out to be so far. He dismissed the reasoning for now, looking back to his hopefully-maybe-companion.

@Savannah Reed

 

Hmmm, was her immediate reply as the male explained the problem he faced. He didn’t know his way around the woods and he needed help killing the boars that seemed to be a problem for the farmer and his wife. These were things that, technically, Savannah would be able to help with.

I wouldn’t mind helping you out, she replied with a smile and a nod, her hands locking behind her back as she swayed to and fro on the heels of her feet. However, uh, I’m not that good at tracking through the woods myself. I only know that moss grows on the north side of the tree and…that’s about it. And, ah, boars can gore you right? So, probably need to be careful, but yes! I can certainly assist.

She walked slightly past him and looked toward the forest where the wood where the boars were likely to be. Her hands rolled into fists and rest upon her hips as she surveyed the area. Another quick nod and she was taking a determined step forward.

Alright, lets get to hunting then! Oh, I didn’t catch your name by the way. And, let me just…do the party…thing…

Invite

Savannah Reed has invited you to their party. Accept?

​

@Zelrius ​

 

He knew his way around a sword, sure. But it was something he hadn't quite gotten used to this game's specific combat system. It was odd, he was excited but equally apprehensive of the fighting itself. She seemed to contemplate his request for help for a second. Though that second seemed to stretch into eternity. He didn't want to push her for it, he also didn't want for her to duck out so easily. Its not that he cared about the girl in particular, it was more that there was no one else around for him to ask for help from, and this wasn't exactly ideal at the moment.

Then she agreed, and Zelrius visibly relaxed, not even realizing that in the moment between her two responses, the man had tensed up quite a bit, not exactly sure what to expect from her. He responded to her worries quickly, as a way of kind of easing her into the situation. "No worries, I think I have tracking down to a moderate degree..." Though this was a flat out lie, he didn't. The skill was largely untrained and he had no idea what indications meant what. To add icing to the shitshow cake that was the Hunting skill, there was the "Investigate" mode, which, from his standpoint appeared to be nothing at all.

Now he had deduced that this was a fault of the skill, and not the tame.After all, Zelrius had wielded a sword before, but before he had trained the skill at all, the game very clearly inhibited his ability to do so. Making it artificially clunky and hard to wield, along with not allowing him to do any of the fancy maneuvers that he had learned. Nowadays, it wasn't so bad as it was when he first started, but he still wished it was better.

"Good, assistance is well. We're just off to fight, so it wont be much of a worry. And maybe we'll get some meat off of em, which I can certainly try to convince a farmer or someone in the area to try and cook up for us once we're done, if you're interested." He was hopeful that this was indeed the case, but wouldn't bank on it, instead just using the lure of a possible meal to further convince the girl into putting effort into this help. He accepted the Invite and looked back at her with his icy blue eyes.

With that he waved his hand at her just as he did to call her over, headed off toward the wooded area just off in the distance, not entirely sure of what to expect.

 

You know, I’ve never had boar meat before, Savannah replied as they set off into the woods. She couldn’t even imagine what it tasted like. Some of her online friends had professed to eating goat and alligator and even rabbit in certain cases, but no one had mentioned boar before. She didn’t even know the first thing about cooking in this world. She was an okay cook outside of this game, but she wasn’t sure if that translated well when it came to pixels and dynamic code.

The female Faerin fell in step behind her partner as he had said he was better at tracking and probably had a clearer idea of what they were looking for. See any tracks or markings? Or, uh, poop? Can you track via poop?

@Zelrius ​

 

Zelrius hadn't realized it until now, but it dawned on him that Savannah was a Faerin. Of course, its not like it wasn't obvious; their features were very distinct from the Humans or even Felii. No, it was more that he didn't think about that very aspect until now. He had heard from the Locals of Stokbon and so forth that the Faerin weren't very well liked, 'Adventurer' or Local. Yet, Zelrius couldn't why exactly. They seemed normal enough, or atleast, the Player ones did. But he reminded himself that was because they were closer to normal to him than the NPC Humans were. Of course the player Faerin were normal; there was a player behind there, who spoke his same languages, grew up in his same culture and understood his same values. Or atleast, to a general degree. By same, it could be wildely different, but even the most separated cultres on earth were closer together than his modern-day USA was to the Kingdom of Falderen.

Even historical nations were closer than these two. The people of Falderen had lived in a game, lived by certain rules and laws that their world just hadn't. Atleast the Romans shared the same laws and understanding of Physics that the modern day Americans did. But the NPCs and Villagers? No, their lives were coded, and actions thoroughly planned out, generated by a game engine that was thought up by a designer. a Real designer. A question crossed his mind; Did these NPCs revere that Developer as a god? Did they know of or have any signs of his existence? It'd make sense, but also, it was understandable that they didn't, if they never felt a need to.

His thoughts were sparked even more about the boar meat thing that Savannah mentioned. He hadn't had any either, but imagined that here in Brisshal, the locals were quite familiar and fond of the delicacy. Another Cultural split, exemplifying exactly what he was thinking about.

These thoughts continued to run on until he heard light snorting and hooting. He crouched down, and with a lower of his hand, silently signaleled Savannah to do the same. "No need," He said quietly in response to her question. "It seems we found them quite easily." He grinned to her, and then turned and peered between the brush.

What he saw werent the hulking beasts that terrorized the countryside of Brisshal. No, he saw small, hairless little piglets. Bring pink and still with their eyes closed. His eyes widened and look to Savannah, confused and concerned.

"I hate to say this, but uh... I am going to kill those Piglets. One less Generation of these damned beasts to deal with." He said, now not being quiet, and slowly drawing his blade, moving toward the small herd of tiny boar.

 

In Savannah’s mind, a boar was about the same as a warthog. And she only knew what was warthog was because she was a closet Lion King fan IRL. She was still aiming to see them on Broadway, but she knew all the songs and all the lines from every movie. The thought of killing what amounted to Pumba in her mind was distressing, but she told herself that boars gore people (it was literally the only thing she could remember from the Discovery Channel) and Pumba didn’t gore people. He just sang and ate and farted! Totally different!

Crouching when given the signal, Savannah’s lilac eyes swept from her partner in crime to the forest floor and up again. Apparently, they had found the culprits of all the mayhem going on at the farm. She didn’t see any tracks though and – she gave an experimental sniff – she didn’t smell any poop. How did her partner know that the disastrous beasts were here!?

Oh, that’s how.

Following his lead, she too stuck her head through the brush and immediately saw the tiny piglets snuffling around on the floor, eyes closed, squeals ascending into the air like tendrils of smoke. They were so freaking adorable, she did everything in her power not to immediately ‘awwww’ at them. She could understand why people began vegetarians. Sure, their adult counterparts weren’t anything special, but these little guys were waaaaaay too cute to eat.

And certainly, too cute to kill.

Wait! she shouted out, louder than was needed, but she needed to make sure that he didn’t advance or swing or kick in the direction of the piglets. You don’t have to kill them. They’re…they’re tiny, like super little. They probably couldn’t kill a fly or uproot a carrot if they wanted to! A sheepish smile punctuated the sudden silence before she cleared her throat.

Look, they don’t have to grow up and be…hellbeasts like their parents. We can domesticate them! They’re small enough, eyes aren’t even open yet so they haven’t imprinted on anything. Little did Savannah know that boars did not have an imprint ability whatsoever.

We can make them not…terrorize things or people. They can protect the farmers! And…and…gore wolves or coyotes or, heck, I dunno, other things that wanna kill humans. What do you think?

@Zelrius ​

 

Zelrius took a step and jumped in a jumpscare esque momentary fear when she shouted wait, throwing his sword up in the air and gritting his teeth, spinning to her in anger for a second. "Jesus christ! Just say something next time, no need to shout like that." He rushed back to her, picking up his sword and crouching, worrying about having alerted the other hogs. His expression was questioning as she brought up the small size of them, lifting an eyebrow, trying to see what she was getting at. "Yea they're small, we can kill them easy and be done with it," though she began to speak past his statement, which brought his attention to her point.

His anger and worry seeped away at the though of what she proposed. He understood that personality, of most anything, was fifty-fifty, Nurture and Nature. However, he was skeptical about the extents that this game followed real life in biological aspect. Though those thoughts were conflicted with the Turkeys; they had seemed to act eccentric, matching that of Alric who had been the key raiser when the two worked together on the upbringing of the small avian creatures. He also remembered that they had been healthier for Zelrius's effort with the nests, wondering if that had an effect.

Nonetheless, despite all of this, the man's curiosity to test her theory was mounting, he was momre than willing to give it a shot. He nodded and sighed, trying to seem uninterested, but his voice spoke with excitement to test it, as he sheathed his sword back into its place. "Very well then, Ms Reed." Using the last name he remembered from the invite prompt as a sort of joking point, as a way of being cordial. "I like your plan, come on then," He took off his coat, holding it in his hand as he approached the piglets and then laying the coat down. One by one, he carefully picked them up and placed them inside the coat, having to leave behind some of them for comfort. He picked up the jacket, now using it as a carrying bag and then pointing to the others that were on the ground. "Lets take them to that farm that those two had, I am sure they'd be willing to help us."

He wasn't exactly thrilled to be helping with the upbringing, after all, he had just gotten done with those aforementioned Turkeys the other day, Still, it seemed like a good enough plan. Give a man a fish, he eats for a day. Teach a man to fish, he eats for a lifetime. Same concept, kill the boars, and they'd probably be back next year. Have defenses in place, and they'll defend for as long as they can. Hopefully not being a problem by that point.

 

Sorry, sorry! Vannah replied, blushing and holding her hands up in surrender. I didn’t mean to yell. I just thought you’d start…murdering away if I didn’t stop you. Her voice trailed off into a mumbled apology and she looked away from him, a little embarrassed. She couldn’t help herself; small animals were adorable and she couldn’t bring herself to kill something so cute and tiny and defenseless. After all, they shouldn’t have been punished for the sins of their parents.

As if agreeing with her, Zel sheathed his sword and nodded his head. Savannah was ready to cheer at this turn of events but managed to contain her excitement with a few quick claps. A large grin stretched her mouth wide and she quickly waded forward to scoop up a piglet under each arm – two little girls by the looks of things. At his suggestion to take them back to the farm, she silently agreed and pivoted, her steps sure and determined as they walked back to the farmstead.

I’ve never cared for pigs before, she told him on the way back. I don’t even have a dog eye-are-el, but I love puppies. Not a big fan of cats though; I’m allergic and it’s the worst. Hives and puffy eyes and a runny nose, ugh. She visibly shuddered at the memory and flared her tiny nostrils as if it itched.

As they neared the ffarmhouse it seemed the father was outside waiting for them and, upon seeing them, waved them over. His brown eyes glanced at the pigs under Savannah’s arms and the squirming, oinking, squealing makeshift sling over Zel’s shoulder before raising an eyebrow. Savannah merely smiled and opted to explain.

If we raise them for you, they’ll protect the farm instead of destroy it! Plus, you’ll have, ah, meat for winter!

The NPC looked apprehensive for a moment before shrugging his shoulders. It seemed like a solid plan. “Alright, well, take em into the barn. The wife will bring by some food, something bathing equipment, and some makeshift collars for them.”

@Zelrius ​

 

"It's quite alright, just spooked me good," He commented at her apologies for the scare. It made him laugh a bit as a thought came to mind "Though I suppose it is October. Tis the Season to be Spooked, no?" It was true enough; if there was ever a time of the year to be getting jump-scared and yelled at, this was the one. That, and he was trying to diffuse the situation, the man wasn't that mad with her anymore, considering her plan was a pretty good one. Within moments, all the piglets were grabbed up and they walked off back to the farmhouse, small talk being made along the way.

She mentioned house pets back in the real world, at the mention of pigs. He hadn't even seen pigs in the real world; having lived in inner city Boston his whole life and not really having any reason to go beyond the city. Of course he saw various things from media that represented are of pigs; Cartoon pigs, documentaries, live actions films, dramatic sequences, that kind of stuff, but he never saw one in person. It was obvious that what the pair was carrying was not like anything on Earth, but close enough that it was easy to tell and compare the little life-forms to their real life counterparts.

"I've always wanted a pet Pig," He said jokingly, jingling his makeshift sling to check on the piglets without actually opening it. For a moment he listened to her, grimacing in sympathy for her plight against felines. He didn't have such problems, simply comforting her. "Yes, Dogs are good companions. When I was growing up I had a small pomeranian, which got stolen from me one day. Eventually my father replaced it with a Alaskan Malamute. Strong and Loyal dogs, but stupid as hell. He's probably sleeping by my real-body as we play right now. Good dog." He decided to share that bit of information, remember that the dog didn't do much nowadays due to a slight loss of interest in the world; a mirror of Zelrius's own mindset since the loss of... her. His demeanor instantly darkening at the memory of her, saying no more.

Now he kinda just trudged along Savannah, silently watching the floor, his eyes downcast. He had come to Terrasphere to escape those thoughts and too often it seemed things would remind him of them. It was inevitable; it was that way for everyone. Anything and everything would remind people of their recently lost loved ones. And this darkened attitude he kept even as Vannah spoke to the farmers and explained the situation. He sighed, heading over to the barn and laying down a bed of hay quietly, now dumping the piglets out of the coat and putting it back on. He took the gloves off of his hands and played with them lightly, not really doing a whole lot but lightly pushing and antagonizing them to wrestle his hands.

@Savannah Reed

 

Once they got settled in the barn, Savannah immediately recognized how Zelrius was behaving. It was more withdrawn than when they were out looking for these boars and quieter than when they were walking back. She wondered if it was something she said and was about to apologize for overstepping whatever bound she might have spastically tripped over when she suddenly decided against it. Her mouth snapped closed and she turned her attention to the two little females that she had taken under her wing. Maybe he would open up again in a little while. She could be a little overbearing at times.

The barn door swung open and the wife appeared with the requisite items that were needed, Savannah assumed, to make sure that the pigs could be properly domesticated. The steel pail had suds in it along with two animal brushes, the leather collars had tiny circular name tags dangling from them and there was a slop bucket, which Savannah assumed they were supposed to give the pigs. Didn’t they get dishes or something?

Thanks a lot! she said cheerfully, hearing her two females near the items to make reaching a non-issue.

The female NPC smiled and then frowned, her expression switching from one extreme to the other it under zero-point-five seconds.

“They cannot live in the barn,” she said, her words accented with a drawl that Savannah assumed was supposed to be southern.

Huh? she responded, blinking up at the woman with a confused expression, her brows drawn tight as they slanted over her eyes.

“Ya’ll gotta build them their own house or something. They ain’t gonna stay in here.”

Savannah looked surprised at the request and immediately glanced at Zelruis. Was he up to doing this? She didn't know a damn thing about building anything and would most certainly need his help.

@Zelrius ​

 

He wrestled with the piglets for a minute, his mood slightly improving as they played and slowly learned how to properly fight his individual hands. It was an idle movement while the NPC lady came in and started going on about how they couldn't exactly live in the barn. For a moment, his eye brows quirked questioningly; it seemed like the perfect place for them. Wasn't that the idea of the barn, to house the yard animals? The golden haired man would have said something remarking this but the NPC lady had left too soon. Something about her manner of speech frustrated him quite a bit, and he stood, eyes narrowed in contempt. He answered her questioning look with words.

"Well you heard her Savannah, gotta give em a place or something. I will work on that if you wanna clean em and stuff. Or you're more than free to help me out here for a second, and then we'll move em into whatever we manage to throw together and work on em from there." Truth was; Zelrius had no interest in building the home. Not only did he lack any sort of worldbuilding skills to help do so, he also just simply didn't want to do it. But work was work, he supposed, moving out of the barn and into the yard, now scanning the area for anything to build with.

With a quick thought, he moved back inside the barn, rummaged for tools and quickly found some. For a moment, he had to scoff at how easy the assortment of tools was to get to; No wonder the Goblins seemed to always be armed to the teeth. They don't even have to put effort into finding things small enough for them to wield as weapons, Farmers just left that shit lying around. That small frustration aside, he took a few of the tools and spare wood planks and headed back out. In the drying heat of autumn, the golden haired man began gathering sticks and laying them into a pile, slowly but surely building up materials.

He wasn't entirely sure on how to proceed from here; this was all new to him, and he was currently moving by the seat of his pants. He leaned two of the planks up against the Barn, then made a little whole, pressing a stick into the whole, and leaning it against the plank as a sort of stilt to keep it in place. He didn't know how well it'd hold in the wind, but that wasn't exactly the goal now. With that, he had two planks down and kinda standing up, not sure examining it for a minute and getting lost in thought of what exactly to do next about it.

 

Hm? Oh, right, yes. I don’t mind cleaning them!

As Zel exited the barn, Savannah took the next five to ten minutes trying to keep the piglets in a single area instead of running crazy throughout the barn. Of course, if she was a human sized…being, she could sit down and arch her legs around them and just keep them contained. But, no; she had to pick the small, cute race with stubby arms and legs that made chasing and containing things that much harder. Ugh.

Panting as she grabbed the last piglet, she wrangled with the small beast before using her free hand to loop one of the leather collars around its small neck. Instantly, the thing stopped squealing and oinking and calmed down. Surprised, Savannah placed the tiny baby pig on the floor and was floored as it just stood there for a moment looking at her.

That’s all it takes?! she whispered heatedly, her lavender eyes narrowing at the other pigs that were still running amok. It took another ten minutes to catch them all and loop the leather collars around them as well. Once that was done, she led them – single file even! – over to the slop bucket and instructed them to take turns eating. Now, it seemed, they listened to her and did as she commanded as well. If only domestication was this easy in the real world!

Lastly was the washing which took less time than she thought it was. The soap had a minty smell to it and, in the back of Savannah’s mind, she was sincerely hoping that these little guys wouldn’t end up in some soup or stew by the end of the night. Once that was done, she instructed that they stay right there in the barn and not destroy anything while she went outside to check on how Zel was doing.

All done! she announced, a wide grin on her face. Need some help with the house? What can I do?

@Zelrius ​

 

He kept working at it, slowly but surely putting together the sticks, planks, and now random assortments of cloth and hay into what was now becoming a makeshift house. It was times like this that the man was reminded of his early teenage years, wherein he spent much time with his friends down by the old ditches that were long abandoned. There had been abundant farms in Masschusetts far back in the day, slowly getting replaced by people until it was nothing but city from Boston to New York. It was always a weird conundrum to him; The people would replace the farms in an area as Urbanization ramped up, but more people meant more food needed to be produced. That was an increasing problem back in the real world, though the First World got slower in population growth; more than half of it coming from immigration now.

Still, once those farms had disappeared in and surrounding his hometown, all that was left was their remnants. Huge city blocks that were circular, ditches running through alley ways, weirdly placed schools where old barns were, it was obvious where the old city stopped, and where it began to get weird. In these weird places are where these boys would play, between the older buildings and random bouts of open land. Sometimes it was boating in the old ditch, or when it was dry, running around and throughout. Though they had spent much of their time gathering random materials and throwing them together forts and whatnot throughout. More often than not, a breeze would roll by and knock them over, but one of Zelrius's friends had come up with a way to stop that from happening; little Y shaped sticks in the ground against them as stilts.

So thats what he did, building two separate Pavilion sort things on the side of the barn, though they were extremely mishmash. but they almost kinda worked. He turned as Savannah appeared out of the barn that this stuff was made out of. "It should work for now. But of course, in a few months when the boars get to be... Boar-size," He stopped, examining the things as they followed her in a line, rather impressed. "They will be too big for it. Of course, that wont be our problem, unless you want to come back around that time ad see how they're doing." Zelrius actually really liked that idea; making a mental note to himself to come by and check on the things every now and then.

He walked over and began petting each one, doing the wrestling again with the males though already beginning to find it difficult. They grow fast, He made note of almost immediately, admiring how kempt and clean they were with their collars. "This was a really good job. Sorry I couldn't help inside much," He remarked idly, continuing to interact with the boars while speaking to Vannah.