Time to Get Dirty [G]
07-24-2016, 09:08 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-24-2016, 09:43 PM by Tealah.)
GATHERING: Other (Level 4, pottery/clay containers)
Round 1
(Seriously, Tea, read the darn rules)
Kassander set off for the southern river in high spirits. Both his companions were with him, Remy riding in his accustomed place between Kassander's shoulders and Rommel trotting alongside. The weather had warmed enough, so Remy said from experience, to make the clay they needed easily dug out and malleable - not to mention the river water would be considerably less unpleasant to be in - so it was time to make jars. Some of them would eventually go on to hold alcohol when the time came to brew it, but he was hoping that they'd be able to make enough over the next couple of seasons to be able to trade off excess ones as well. They were useful enough for so many different things that he couldn't imagine it would be difficult to find someone who wanted them, particularly healers.
He'd scouted out his location long before it would have been warm enough to work the clay, so he didn't hesitate. Directly for a shallow part of the river he went, splashing into the slow muddy current up to his hocks before wading upsteam to where the dirt of the bank had been eroded away in a slight overhang. Rommel chose to stay dry, instead draping his head over the bank in an attempt to join Kassander in peering beneath the bank. "See anything?" the fox asked solemnly.
Round 1
(Seriously, Tea, read the darn rules)
Kassander set off for the southern river in high spirits. Both his companions were with him, Remy riding in his accustomed place between Kassander's shoulders and Rommel trotting alongside. The weather had warmed enough, so Remy said from experience, to make the clay they needed easily dug out and malleable - not to mention the river water would be considerably less unpleasant to be in - so it was time to make jars. Some of them would eventually go on to hold alcohol when the time came to brew it, but he was hoping that they'd be able to make enough over the next couple of seasons to be able to trade off excess ones as well. They were useful enough for so many different things that he couldn't imagine it would be difficult to find someone who wanted them, particularly healers.
He'd scouted out his location long before it would have been warm enough to work the clay, so he didn't hesitate. Directly for a shallow part of the river he went, splashing into the slow muddy current up to his hocks before wading upsteam to where the dirt of the bank had been eroded away in a slight overhang. Rommel chose to stay dry, instead draping his head over the bank in an attempt to join Kassander in peering beneath the bank. "See anything?" the fox asked solemnly.