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The Foundation of the Castle.

PostPosted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 4:47 am
by Ray`el
Rays eyes slide over the island where the construction had begun, his eyes sliding over the crew the real estate office had provided. A nod to himself. he would help after all, a master leather smith and able to do some the more menial manual labor aspects, he was not above getting his hands dirty to push the empire further. He Looked down at the plans he had built up and worked on and shown the manager of the real estate office. a Nod to himself as he moved to make a note on adding the large arrow slots to the back wall for the Batista. Ylith would be in charge of teaching people once it was time to use them..

He moved to check on the workers as they broke ground, a nod given as he moved to look down the assorted workers. He moved to roll up his sleeves ans grab a pick axe. And began to work beside them. Not seeming to care about their looks as the moriel got his hands dirty, he could not expect them to work without him doing the same after all. Hours would pass before the moriel finished, they had gotten deep. With the help the moriels magic, deeper then they thought they would gotten in the first few days.. He moved off and in search of his Kree. The castle had started. the Man now had more to do.

Approaching the Tents that been set up for the Viceroys people to work out of at first, as well the workers on the builders, He nodded to himself and moved over and sat down and began to work on the first of three missives he would have written. the Moriel nodding to himself before he finished each one. then sending them to kree to look over and set out.looking it over, each was specific and he would make sure that all three were clear. he nodded as he moved to pass out in the bed, in the tent.. this tent had been with him in the wars.. he knew it well. it was safe, so he slept.

Re: The Foundation of the Castle.

PostPosted: Tue Dec 04, 2012 1:47 am
by Ray`el
Hours after he slept, he woke once again, tired. He was doing a lot the work in the castle. or rather, a good chunk. The moriel went towards the middle of where the castle would be knelt down, his eyes closed.. and for two hours. He chanted. the ritual itself was detailed, taking hours and pulling a lot out of the Moriel, then.. it ended. the cold wind, the cold air. the snowing, the very change in air was almost tactile. the Morile had cast one his most powerful spells.. for the whole area the castle and its ground would take, and for almost one hundred yards out, the spell stopped all the winter.. bowing to the master of water and ice in the lands.. Now the workers could work easier.. the ground not as hard, the snow not in the way.. he crawled back to his tent.. passing out