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!
*Signed*
Cadeyrn Drest. Guardsman Recruit
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