The crunch of snow, despite being surrounded by towering and twisting jungle trees, would never not throw Zelrius for a loop in his mind. It just didn't compute, he'd be surprised everytime he looked up from the traily of footprints he was creating, to the towering canopy of dense jungle leaves above. Their foliage and leaves intact through the Reaping season, and staying strong in the biting cold. Evergreen, a term shared by both the actual real world, and the Landers here in Arcia. Plants and trees that remained verdant no matter what the season was, staying alive for decades before collapsing nuder their weight.
That same concept is what brought him out here today. These dense trunks and beautiful treetops raked in a fortune with Nobility and the upperclasses of wealth in both Falderen and Astorea. The Adventurer's guild got hundreds of requests for trees of all different sizes, unique requests for certain species, or contests for which big-surname house would get the largest, most extravagant one. And to be the one who could turn in one such request was a chance that the Pyromancer couldn't pass up.
A personal achievement, for one. Money, for second. A good connection with someone higher up than him for a third, and some gold in his pocket for a fourth. What was there not to love? An adventure too. He had it all calculated out; scour the jungle. Find a massive fern tree. Clear the path, delicately mark it and cut it down. Get a team from a nearby village to retrieve it for easy shipping. A plan that required a second person, unfortunately for him.
So, before having left Stokbon, the man had put in a request for help, offered to split the profit half and half. Placed a meeting spot, and his name on it, and that was that. Here he was now, at the crest of a small hill, along the northbound road that trailed up from the Isulus. Easy enough to find, now it would just be a matter of seeing if anyone would actually show up before sunset, and lend the hand.
Zelrius, in the meantime, had gathered some loose pieces. Branches, twigs, leaves. Pushing aside some snow with his feat and bundling it into a small pile. With an extension of his palm and a bit of focus - poof! A fireplace to keep warm by. And to hopefully act as both a light and smokesignal to any approaching would-be companion on this Christmas Journey.
@Ayna Nietzsche
That same concept is what brought him out here today. These dense trunks and beautiful treetops raked in a fortune with Nobility and the upperclasses of wealth in both Falderen and Astorea. The Adventurer's guild got hundreds of requests for trees of all different sizes, unique requests for certain species, or contests for which big-surname house would get the largest, most extravagant one. And to be the one who could turn in one such request was a chance that the Pyromancer couldn't pass up.
A personal achievement, for one. Money, for second. A good connection with someone higher up than him for a third, and some gold in his pocket for a fourth. What was there not to love? An adventure too. He had it all calculated out; scour the jungle. Find a massive fern tree. Clear the path, delicately mark it and cut it down. Get a team from a nearby village to retrieve it for easy shipping. A plan that required a second person, unfortunately for him.
So, before having left Stokbon, the man had put in a request for help, offered to split the profit half and half. Placed a meeting spot, and his name on it, and that was that. Here he was now, at the crest of a small hill, along the northbound road that trailed up from the Isulus. Easy enough to find, now it would just be a matter of seeing if anyone would actually show up before sunset, and lend the hand.
Zelrius, in the meantime, had gathered some loose pieces. Branches, twigs, leaves. Pushing aside some snow with his feat and bundling it into a small pile. With an extension of his palm and a bit of focus - poof! A fireplace to keep warm by. And to hopefully act as both a light and smokesignal to any approaching would-be companion on this Christmas Journey.
@Ayna Nietzsche
