Kerag came back out and listened to the Commander, heaving hunks of metal ore on both shoulders following him back inside, going downstairs and setting them down, panting for a moment. He caught his breath and started walking back.
Kerag was starting to work up a good sweat. He grunted when he fit two more chunks of ore on his shoulders, breathing at quicker intervals, muscles tensing under the stress. The orc went upstairs.
Alec [M:118:6:][D3v:http://rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=412&page=1#1242]"I see," said the blind man to the deaf lady.[0:Wandering the stacks.][1:Present and accounted for.]
Grabbing a pair of ore rocks himself, Alec hefts them inside and down the stairs. "Right," he says, adding them to the already massive piles. "So. Reinforcing all this." He looks at the pile, and sighs. He heads back upstairs and grabs another pair of rocks, tossing them on the pile. "This is going to suuuuuck," he hisses through gritted teeth. Going over to inspect the current cells, he scratches a temple, then goes to find Marg.
"Hey. Yeah. Marg. I got a question for ya. You just want me to strengthen the bars, or......what? I'm really not sure what making this the "strongest building in Wistvale" entails. I'm no architect, ma'am."
Come in under the shadow of this red rock, and I will show you something different from either your shadow at morning, striding behind you, or your shadow at evening, rising to meet you. I shall show you fear in a handful of dust.
After a minute, Chaz came back, pulling a small wagon behind him. He'd gathered up everything he could find that would have been of some use, including his stack of blueprints that were carefully folded and put on top of everything else. He opened one up and walked over to Alec.
Sir, I understand you're a metal mage. He showed him the blueprints. It was of a small stove, suitable for heating a house of this size.
Can you work with this? Just the parts. I can put it together.
A good scientist is a person with original ideas. A good engineer is a person who makes a design that works with as few original ideas as possible.
Kerag laughed, "I'll go up first." He hefted the ore as best as he could manage starting to take it upstairs, relying on the Commander to keep it steady.
He breathed heavily, unused to handling such an immense weight, it was only possible with the both of them, strong as they each were individually.
Grayell was careful not to push and with a lot of grunting, cursing, laughing and sweat, they got it upstairs. Grayell and Kerag lowered it to the floor slowly.
Bloody hell. A few more of those and that cart will be empty.