Ch 1 The Beach of BakingLate Autumn 43We call our crew, “The Beach of Baking”.
Zasit Peltships says to stop the wagon at the edge of the black sand because the waves of the ocean will provide soothing mists.
Since nobody is stepping up, Zasit positions himself as the expedition leader of this crew. At a young age of 53, he dreams of having a family of his own someday. He is very agile but very weak. He likes clear glass but have no preference for any specific item. He does not care much for art and likes the outdoors.
Zasit says, “It does not look like I will need this copper pick now. Let us build a wooden palisade around the wagon first.”
Sakzul Bowedanvil, the cook looks dismayed as the salty ocean water dampens all the food in the wagon. She brought all sorts of meats, fishes, eggs, milk, and garden vegetables with the generous allowance provided for this embark. She now hopes the salty water will add flavor to the food.
Sakzul is 84 years old and dreams of creating a great work of art. She likes clear glass also, and leggings. She is quite quick to heal, and finds merry making a waste of time. She considers herself brave and thus brings a copper battle-axe for practice and felling trees. However, there are no trees here.
Logem Axemesh is a farmer that is very quick to tire. She is 77 years old and dreams of creating a masterwork. She likes war hammers, believes in cooperation, but does not feel strongly about the law.
Vucar Wheelsoak is a brewer and is worried about the salt water spoiling the booze by the hundreds brought along. He is 83 years old and dreams of creating a great work of art. He likes short swords and doors; has a disdain for law; sees competition as a waste. Vucar values parties.
Litast Granitesoar is a glass maker who volunteered to journey to this sandy beach in hopes of creating a masterwork someday. He is 76 years old, very slow to tire and creative. He likes maces and crystal glass.
Erith Bristlepaddle is a dabbling broker looking forward at this great opportunity to learn more about commerce. She is 53 years old and dreams of establishing an art museum by the sea. She likes helms and thrones; values cunning and artwork. She straps on the second copper pick on her back as she went to construct the walls around the wagon.
Unib Pageflickered is an aspiring doctor. He is 64 years old and dreams of starting a family. He is Agile, likes maces, but does not care about nature nor values fighting skills.
The crew spent the autumn building a wooden palisade around the wagon using tower-cap logs. Some flooring was also laid to cover the salty and murky pools.
Three mason’s and two carpenter’s workshop are built near the wagon.
The 300 rutile stones we brought will produce plenty of blocks for building the second floor.
To our dismay, the wave mists interrupts the work in the shops despite the completion of the roof.
The second floor houses seven private bedrooms and two extra beds.
We expanded up to create a third floor for our tavern, The Spice of Factions. It is open for citizens and residents only. Tastefully arranged tables and chair made from our supply of rutile and tower-cap gives our tavern a royal feel, and with plenty of dance floor for our entertainment.
After Zasit chose the best bedroom, the rest chose their own private quarters.
Late Winter 43We dug out the sand dunes and constructed rutile block walls for a small building to house our farm and food services.
We started digging and probing beneath the sand layer and we hit siltstones with no aquifer, but there are some damp stones on one corner.
We are hoping to build the butcher’s work area with a garbage chute down in the siltstone level when late winter arrives.
Zasit tells everyone to stop working and relax for the rest of the year.