Welcome to Cove

With the recent incident of the Forge and loom being burnt down it has effected Covian trade and caused profit's to fall. With a small problem at our gates Cove's people have always worked together to ensure the town's well being!.

It's up to you guardsmen to grab an axe chop down some tree's for building materials!
Also We'll be needing Iron to build support beams.


Recruits its your job to take an axe to tree and Pickaxe to Rock!

• Gather Two hundred logs and One hundred Iron Ingot's
• You must add a report with sketches of you performing the deed's and how you went about it!
• Logs and ingots must be handed into a command member with a sketch showing so

Note:Anyone can mine and chop wood it's not Learning about arcanism, so don't be lazy and do good for Cove!
~Signed~
Demarian Tel'var

So finding myself bored as all em soldiers went off to bed, I set about collecting a few items of value. I first hefted my axe and set out for some logs. Choppin trees is nay hard work for a man whose been making his own arrows since he was nine! Harhar! Felled a dozen trees before I had enough quality wood but I got the job done. Forest be damned with those bats that atacked me. . . .  They was huge. . . HUGE I tell you, Like this! *An obviously exagerated sketch of a bat is draw with large fangs and sinister eyes*

Anyway. . .

I lugged all the wood back to the bank for safe keeping whilst I set out to aquire a pickaxe. . .  Wouldn't ye know Covians don't mine, not a Pick to be found for miles! MILES!!! I was forced to trot off into minoc in order to find the requisit tool. After a quick lesson in technique since I've never swung one of these, despite living in a town surrounded by huge mountains. I set into the Avarice mountains to crack out my materials. Turns out its alot like working a hoe whilst tending the farm. After a few hours of work I managed to get a sizable pile of mineral laden rocks about me. The work was rough, and the laod was heavy but I got it back into town and over to a forge. Forges. . grand invention. . . but whens someone going to invent a belows that works on its own. . . or better one that will blow on me whilst I work. Cripes these things are hot. . .and smelting. . . slow like molases. After a billion hours at the forge I finally got what I needed plus a few extras.  Now I just have to find me an officer with a back strong enough to carry all this crap!

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*Signed*

Cadeyrn Drest. Guardsman Recruit