Finn
Abit of work never hurt anyone, and Finn was exceedingly hard to hurt. His pops said he had a tough skull long ago, but it only served him well for the years he worked. Oddly, it wasn't the first time hes made a fence. A long time ago he helped make a baracade reinforced against a monster attack but this was a different beast. He would gather up what he could find in the tool shed, gave an axe a good sharpening, a bunch of strong nails, and a pile of flat wood. The back of the axe was useable as the hammer at least.
The old coot probably had stuff in a workshop somewhere but he didn't mind making way with these, his work was simple, but when it came to the fence post... He had a unique issue. Wood was sturdy, for certain, but he was strong, very strong, to a point he was described as stronger than most men of the world. Thats what his appraisal says anyways. He was beyond what most could imagine... All thanks to a wierd system thing...
But his problem now was... Hammering in the post made it break. Even at his lightest. So he had to consider another option... a tree, younger but ailing, he cut it down and sepperated it into the lengths for replacement poles. Discarding his upper body armor for going bare, he cut the tree into a very large stake.
In which he drove it into the ground roughly.
Satisfied, he began repairing the fence as he should, hammering away for the long day, only stopping on occasion to make certain the others were good.
"...Good job keeping watch Mimi. Got sharp ears huh?" He could remember, dogs from before. Staring off into the distance means they heard something, something big enough to not bark at... Not that... Mimi barked... Much...
Abit of work never hurt anyone, and Finn was exceedingly hard to hurt. His pops said he had a tough skull long ago, but it only served him well for the years he worked. Oddly, it wasn't the first time hes made a fence. A long time ago he helped make a baracade reinforced against a monster attack but this was a different beast. He would gather up what he could find in the tool shed, gave an axe a good sharpening, a bunch of strong nails, and a pile of flat wood. The back of the axe was useable as the hammer at least.
The old coot probably had stuff in a workshop somewhere but he didn't mind making way with these, his work was simple, but when it came to the fence post... He had a unique issue. Wood was sturdy, for certain, but he was strong, very strong, to a point he was described as stronger than most men of the world. Thats what his appraisal says anyways. He was beyond what most could imagine... All thanks to a wierd system thing...
But his problem now was... Hammering in the post made it break. Even at his lightest. So he had to consider another option... a tree, younger but ailing, he cut it down and sepperated it into the lengths for replacement poles. Discarding his upper body armor for going bare, he cut the tree into a very large stake.
In which he drove it into the ground roughly.
Satisfied, he began repairing the fence as he should, hammering away for the long day, only stopping on occasion to make certain the others were good.
"...Good job keeping watch Mimi. Got sharp ears huh?" He could remember, dogs from before. Staring off into the distance means they heard something, something big enough to not bark at... Not that... Mimi barked... Much...