Post by Sprav 'ed Livost on Jun 8, 2021 0:26:14 GMT -5
The windmill was positioned right near the river, allowing for the lake to flow quite nicely through the waterwheel so aptly positioned to take advantage of the ever flowing water. It had taken a long while to construct. Pretty much all of Sprav'ed's time had been dedicated to constructing this during the time Isra and the rest of the colonies were settling down and building up their tents and worriedly preparing he did not stop working.
The vampire that had been retrieved from the beach had seemed important. Her flag was Isran, and that was worth noting. Everything from the ship the lass had left on the beach had been used. Iron, wood, and scrap had all been hammered, forced, and bent into the shape of the windmill. The corpses that were left behind by her as she went to her new home had been buried. Each had a stone hammered into the soft dirt a ways away from the gnawing waves of the ocean. A few names had been able to be deduced by scraps of paper, the odd journal, but sadly most of the graves were just given heavy indents with the Isran star.
The windmill was rough, hewn, and as sturdy as a brick wall. Each piece of the building was large, scaled up, after all it was made of solid tree trunks, hewn at the base and forced together with purpose. It was of orcish make, there was no special touches, only the simplicity ironed in with decisive action. Practical above all, and built to stand the testament of time. After all, the carefully built things would wear away, but things built strong and decisively would stand for as long as their purpose was needed, adapting to whomever wished to use them.
The vampire that had been retrieved from the beach had seemed important. Her flag was Isran, and that was worth noting. Everything from the ship the lass had left on the beach had been used. Iron, wood, and scrap had all been hammered, forced, and bent into the shape of the windmill. The corpses that were left behind by her as she went to her new home had been buried. Each had a stone hammered into the soft dirt a ways away from the gnawing waves of the ocean. A few names had been able to be deduced by scraps of paper, the odd journal, but sadly most of the graves were just given heavy indents with the Isran star.
The windmill was rough, hewn, and as sturdy as a brick wall. Each piece of the building was large, scaled up, after all it was made of solid tree trunks, hewn at the base and forced together with purpose. It was of orcish make, there was no special touches, only the simplicity ironed in with decisive action. Practical above all, and built to stand the testament of time. After all, the carefully built things would wear away, but things built strong and decisively would stand for as long as their purpose was needed, adapting to whomever wished to use them.