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POSTED: Tue Apr 16, 2019 2:27 pm

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Many a sleepless nights were spent hunched over parchment beneath the wasting light of a dimly flickering candle. With charcoal in hand, Andrew Winthrop poured over the final draft of the barracks plans with great care and detail. Every mark, every measurement, they were purposeful upon the page. A structure, particularly one of such grand scale, would be the Serf's lasting mark upon Salsola. His grandest contribution yet, it would be a crown jewel standing representative of Salsola's power. Andrew knew the final product needed to reflect this level of care. It had to be perfect.

He drove a nail through the parchment and into the face of a broad oak tree near the build site for reference. The time had come to break ground. The sand had been gathered from the beaches, piled in high mounds. Stones from the riverbed lay stacked nearby. And by the crude, mud kiln, the quicklime had been refined in the white hot flames. Even fresh water had been fetched from the Pictou in preparation for the day, and poured into a scavenged metal basin.

Every base was covered. The first phase was wholly accounted for. The site near the Director's tower had been claimed and partitioned out. He adopted the foundation of a ruin lost to time, yet it would soon be reclaimed by Andrew's own hand.

Andrew enlisted the Servitori for their labor, though he wondered if it would still be enough hands for such a large job. It would take time. perhaps more than he'd hoped, but he held fast in command of his small army. None had experience in masonry. Andrew himself was a better carpenter than a mason, but he showed them what was necessary. He showed them to make grout from quicklime, water, and sand. He showed them to stack the stone and how to keep the walls straight.

At times it could be frustrating, but he delegated responsibilities to keep the work flowing. A servant mixed grout. Another fetched water. Andrew himself, and a few chosen aids laid the stone.

Hours passed and the walls took shape. Andrew stepped back as the Servitori did as they were bid to admire the beginning of something great.

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POSTED: Tue Apr 16, 2019 11:17 pm

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[SL] Pack Project: The War Room

Her injuries had been mending nicely in the weeks that had followed her initial attack. More and more the Emissary had been venturing out, trying to get back into the routine of doing things with the newly-formed scar tissue that pulled her flesh taut around the wound sites. Velimir had been adamant that she not partake in spars or anything that might risk irritating the fresh seal. It made for boring ways to pass the time, but, at least, she was able to venture from the safety of her home now.

Kamari roamed the Ruins, deciding that a simple walk wouldn’t be too strenuous, but, would also allow her to see what everyone had been up to while she had been mostly home-bound. She was dressed in her usual attire; her dark, olive green cloak, a tunic and some pants, bracers, and a knife hidden away on her belt. She wore her hood down, allowing herself to enjoy the fresh, spring air as she traversed around the homes of the highborns and other denizens of the Kingdom. In her wake, her two feline companions, Stone and Agate followed at their own, leisurely pace.

The sound of labor caught her attention, caused her large ears to swivel. Her brows furrowed slightly before she deviated from her original path. The Shadow’s pawsteps were light and nimble as she snuck around the stone ruins. It didn’t take her long to find the source of the commotion. From the looks of it, the members of the Servitori were hard at work on some sort of construction project or another. Sizable rocks were piled here, a healthy collection of sand piled there.

Had the Mafiosi given the order to rebuild a lost home?

She watched for a moment until one of the workers stood out. It was the ex-Infernian and Helena’s freed servant, Andrew. The coyote looked to be observing their work, almost like a supervisor might. Curious. Kamari parted from her hiding spot, wordlessly motioning for her cats to leave her for now.

Kamari crossed over to where the taller man stood. He looked like he was in charge of this whole operation. “Serf Andrew,” she greeted, “What’s all this about?” She nodded curiously to the work in progress. It looked like the basis of a building of sorts.

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POSTED: Wed Apr 17, 2019 3:42 pm

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Like drones, the Servants worked without question as Andrew had mere months before. They did as instructed, buzzing about the structure like bees as Andrew slowly saw his creation take shape. Now, leading this procession, the Serf felt a fresh wave of pride well within him. This building, it would be his child -- his legacy. At least, for now it serve as such, for the Serf could think of no other lofty contribution of this scale to offer to a deserving kingdom.

He turned, smiling at the Emissary as she made her approach. "Oh, Emissary Kaiser!" The Serf dipped his head in greeting. There was something about her company that Andrew enjoyed -- a rare pleasantness that was present even when she had come to question him for murder. A member of the faction tier, she had pull in Salsola. Kamari was one to make connections with.

"Ah, I've been given the honor of overseeing the construction of a barracks for the Shield," he explained. "I do hope it serves your needs." Of course, they were extensive. He'd conferred with the Director and had done his best to keep the reality of the project in line with the Shield's vision for their future base of operations.

"Come! Come! Would you like to see the plans?" An enthused Andrew asked, already moving toward the tree on which he'd posted his parchment.

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Her brows rose mildly with interest as her cornflower blue eyes took a second, longer glance at the structure in progress. “So this is it,” she mused. She had heard that Brocade had been talking about wanting barracks for the Shield and for other promising and loyal fighters within the Kingdom. She had expected him to pick from one of the unclaimed structures in the Ruins or Millstone though, not have something built from the ground up.

“If it keeps out the elements, I’m sure it will serve us fine,” she reassured.

Thinking it over, Kamari thought this to be more suitable, having one built. It meant that the Luperci could tailor the structure however they wanted it to be; with whatever materials that they wanted, however tall, long, or wide, with whatever rooms, angles, or other add-ons that pleased them. As her sharp gaze passed over the area more critically this time, it certainly looked like the Serf knew what he was doing. The building looked like it would be sturdy, perhaps even enough to last the trials of time like the humans had done before them.

Andrew seemed rather eager—or perhaps just proud of his work—to show her more of the project, and the jackal hybrid followed after him. “Sure,” she answered to his question, though, her confirmation seemed to have mattered little, since the coyote male had already begun to wander off to a nearby tree that had something nailed to its bark. From the looks of it, it was a diagram of the building in progress. It had information jotted here and there notating dimensions and materials.

“Looks interesting,” she hummed, “What can you tell me about it?” She feigned ignorance. She could read and she was intelligent enough to be able to make sense of the scribbles on the parchment. The Emissary was curious to see if the Serf knew what he was doing though, or, if this was simply a project that had been passed off from someone more skilled. While she had heard that the man was good with wood, this was something far beyond that.

She was also curious to see if he’d lie if he thought she wasn’t literate. Brocade, after all, while the Director, could not read. It would serve as yet another testing way to ensure the ex-Infernian’s honesty and reliability.

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POSTED: Fri Apr 19, 2019 2:26 pm

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It was hard for Andrew to contain his excitement in the Emissary’s presence. On a project like this, for nearly all of Salsola to come together in service to the kingdom, both highborn and servant alike, was almost unheard of. Andrew was truly happy to be a part of it, for it gave him the opportunity to prove his worth to the kingdom in an entirely new way. He could flex his managerial muscles for all to see.

He drew the Emissary over to the hand drawn plans and gave her the breadth to pour over them herself. They were mostly pictorial, with a few lettered notations written in chicken-scratch shorthand. Literacy was a trait of the privileged – Andrew himself was lucky to have learned to read when he was young. Yet, when drafting the final plans for the Director, Andrew had done his best to keep his work simple enough to work around the fact that Brocade could not read.

Perhaps Kamari was the same. It mattered not to Andrew.

She wished to know more. Andrew smiled like a young boy who’d just been asked about his favorite thing in the world. “Well, it should be a relatively simple structure. Few frills, but it should serve the Shield well enough,” the Serf explained. Simple was good, Andrew thought. It was easy to get stuck on the unnecessary. Everything would have its purpose and place.

Andrew raised his hand and pointed to a shaded charcoal room. Marked at the side were the dimensions. It was a particular place of interest -- the crux of the barracks, situated at its center. “That right there’s gonna be the war room.” he said, pouring over the plan intently. “It’ll be a place for meetings and discussion.

There were other little boxes attached as well. Quarters, an armory, and in pure Salsolan style, a trophy room. All necessary.

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POSTED: Thu May 09, 2019 8:46 pm

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Getting back into the groove of things, sorry for the wait! Dx

He claimed the design to be of a simple one and she idly nodded as her cornflower blue eyes poured over the diagram and notes. To make something more complicated would take time, as well as more manpower, and if the Director was eager to get the barracks built, Andrew could only do so much with what he was given. It would be well enough though. None of the Shield were particularly showy, not even Kamari’s own husband who had come from a rather well off family.

Kamari’s eyes shifted as Andrew pointed out a particular area on the blueprints, claiming it to be what would eventually be where the war room, or, meeting room, would be. Her sharp eyes flicked back to the construction in progress and then back to the paper, comparing what she was seeing in real time to what the ex-Infernian’s vision was. The war room looked to be the largest of those shown, which was understandable. It would allow the Shield and its number to plan things, have visuals like a sand table, perhaps even maps if they could obtain parchment large enough or maybe pale-colored linen to mark upon.

There were a few other marked off sections, detailing other areas of importance with imagery to signify what they would be, likely so that Brocade could understand at a mere glance. Sleeping quarters would be good; a place to rest during chaotic times, another to stow away someone of importance. An armory was a necessity, after all, they were the fighters of the Kingdom. A trophy room, this one made the Shadow smirk with amusement.

“It seems you’ve thought of almost all of the basic necessities,” she mused. Her eyes continued to thoughtfully rove over the plans as she continued, chuckling with humor, “All you’d need is a secret entryway, and it’d be perfect.”

Her cornflower blue eyes glanced at the coyote before they flicked to the others of the Servitori.

“Would you be able to walk me through what you’ve done so far?”

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POSTED: Sun May 12, 2019 11:27 am

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A secret entrance? The notion certainly turned the gears in Andrew's head. The Director had not suggested such a thing, nor had Andrew thought to include a hidden exit. The practicality of such a fancy frill initially eluded Andrew for a building so deep in Salsola's territory -- yet the novelty of the idea held his attention to a point where the builder truly considered amending his plans. After all, it would be an adequate way to show off his prowess.

But then, he truly started thinking.

He smiled. "Hmmmm," Andrew hummed with consideration, tapping his thumb against his chin as he looked upon his plan, searching for an adequate place. "A tunnel perhaps?" He then pointed to the crawn sleeping quarters."There." It was perhaps the most practical place of all. "If Salsola falls under siege, we can keep those who can't fight together here. It'd be the safest place in the territory."

Odds are, such a measure would never need to be used. Yet Andrew remembered the burning of Inferni's mansion. Anything could fall -- no matter how deep in the territory and easily defendable it was. "But, if the barracks falls --" His voice tapered off as he drew his finger southward along the parchment. "-- The tunnel can lead to the nearby sea. We can outfit the coast with boats and get everyone out safely to regroup and take back the territory." A contingency plan. A lesson learned from wars passed.

"Of course," Andrew amended, "I'd need to run it by the Director."

She wished to see the progress, and while construction had just begun, Andrew was eager to show the emissary everything she wanted to see. "Sure thing," Andrew answered, turning to lead her into the mess of servitori who slaved away at the knee high barracks walls. "Shall we?"

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POSTED: Sat Jun 01, 2019 9:15 pm

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Finally back on Kamari again! Again, sorry for the wait ;O;

The coyote was a smart one, able to catch onto her subtle hint without further explanation. Perhaps there was a reason why, of all the packs in the region, Salsola had only deemed the Clan a worthy ally. He suggested a tunnel, and Kamari watched the gears turn in his head as he gestured on the blueprints. The sleeping quarters were chosen for the hiding spot, and his reasoning for picking the room had been a sound one.

A bed could easily cover a hidden door, and if they ever had reason to abandon the barracks, it would be easier if most of their injured didn’t need to travel far to get to the escape. Alternatively though, it also meant that their broken and wounded would be vulnerable if the enemy ever found a way from the other side. There would have to be precautions taken, though, those were considerations for later, if or when a tunnel was finished.

Andrew continued on with his train of thought, and Kamari offered a nod with consideration. She had only meant to suggest a small add-on, a secret way for a knowing Salsolan to enter or exit the barracks in a time of crisis. This tunnel idea though, she supposed it would benefit the pack on a greater scale. “It would be a long project,” she commented. The path to the loch was not a short one, and, who knew what sort of issues they may encounter between here and there? If he managed to pull off the feat though, it would definitely be something Salsola could be proud of for generations to come. Even as a servant, Kamari had no doubt that his name would be marked in the Kingdom’s history books if the secret escape route were ever safely finished.

He mentioned Brocade, and Kamari smiled sharply, “Of course.”

When she asked to see the progress, the Serf obliged. The Shadow followed after the master builder as he led them over to the work-in-progress. The walls were short, but one could easily begin to make out where things would fall into place in regards to the diagram. Not far from it, sand had been gathered into piles, sizeable stones as well. There was water too, and Kamari’s eyes danced between it all. “So, how does this work?” She had never built anything quite to this level before.

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POSTED: Sat Jun 22, 2019 3:53 pm

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Leading the Emissary through the grounds, Andrew nodded in reply. Karmari was right of course, a tunnel would take time -- perhaps more time than the barracks itself. Andrew reasoned that a sizable project like that could possibly be a designated as a second phase to tack on after the initial construction was completed. After all, nothing truly great was wrought overnight. The Serf shelved these ideas away in the back of his mind, logging them so he could present them clearly to the Director when the time came.

He expected questions, encouraged them even. There were few things in which Andrew regarded with such passion. His craft was an art, not unlike that of careful painter. "It's fairly simple" Andrew started to explain. He smiled. Though a lowly Serf, to spearhead such an important project was a source of great pride. "-- but, not as simple as just stacking rocks."

"There's a process." Andrew's gaze sought the mound of oyster shells piled beside the kiln. "It begins with the oysters. If you fire them in the kiln, it changes them." He didn't quite understand the chemical process, but he didn't need to. All that mattered was that he knew the result. "The fired shells are mixed with water -- where they break down into a tacky goop."

One of the Servitori leaned over a metal basin where the shells were mixed with a heavy basket of sand held gainst their chest. Steam rose from the water as a result of the reaction of the oysters and the water, yet the reaction ceased as the servant poured the sand in. "Once you mix in sand -- you've got yourself a binding agent to hold the stones together," he said.

"It's -- It's fairly labor intensive, but the Servitori work hard." Andrew respected that. They deserved some honor. "They're doing a great service to Salsola."

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We can probably wrap this up with your next post or mine? :O

At her request, the Serf dove right into the process of how to form the walls that were in progress. While, indeed, it looked simple, he was certainly right that it was not something a feral—or even most civilized Luperci—would likely come up with. Oyster shells. She would have never thought. The creatures could often be found in the salty waters on the loch’s shoreline, and, from the looks of it, the Servitori had gathered plenty. The pile was large enough that it could have very well fed a small party of Salsolans.

Her eyes followed as Andrew pointed out where each step of the building process took place. It was certainly interesting, and the knowledge was tucked away in the off chance she may need it to impress or fool an Outsider. Oyster shells, water, sand, and fire. Simple enough. How well they worked and withstood the weather, Kamari was sure she’d see in due time. The barracks, she was certain, would be something of a common place for her as a member of the Shield.

Kamari’s lips curled faintly in a ghost of a small smile at Andrew’s praising comment of the other servants. “The Servitori always do. They can do twice the work of a Highborn, and with half the arrogance,” she agreed, her voice low and neutral. If her father had not moved to Portland, he would have likely been among those milling about.

The subject abruptly shifted. “You seem quite qualified for this job,” the Shadow commented, her cornflower blue eyes leaving the others to look up at Andrew. “How fortunate it is that Quartermaster Helena rescued you. The Kingdom will surely benefit with you here.” Kamari spoke with confidence, however, the true talent of his skills would only be seen when the project was finished.

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