(21:19:44 ) ==is in the large Kitchen/Servery Hut== (21:36:30 ) (21:48:14 ) (21:59:46 )
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heath{PClaw}
branded kef
Panther Claw Lair, DSC
says to ALL: : ... is within the camp ...
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heath{PClaw}
branded kef
Panther Claw Lair, DSC
==is in the large hut in the northeast corner for thralls to rest==
and says to ALL: Plods out of the hut with a yawn, stretching back up to his full height as he walks into the afternoon air. For a time he stands in the grass, getting his bearings after a long sleep. The warm air rushes over his exposed burly body. Looking over, he trods up to a nearby tree between the huts and reaches up, gripping the lowest branch with strong, calloused hands. Biceps ripple as he pulls himself up, lifting his chest up to the level of the branch. With a grunt, he then pulls his large browned legs up parallel to the ground. He holds them there, the muscles in his flat tanned stomach beginning to tremble after a time. His lips twist into a snarl as the pressure builds, and finally he lowers the heavy muscled legs back down. He sighs in relief. He lowers his large 6Â’5 frame back down below the branch, and then his grip releases, sending him back to the ground. He nearly stumbles but regains his balance. More awake now, he lumbers over to the servery hut.
(21:28:08 )
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heath{PClaw}
branded kef
Panther Claw Lair, DSC
and says to ALL: Walking around the back of the hut, he examines the collected wood logs that make up the wall. Standing near the hut and crouching down, he notices several of the pieces of wood are infested and rotting, showing black and red spots, mostly near the ground. Rubbing his jaw thoughtfully, he stands back up and begins to walk to the storage hut, pointedly ignoring the probing and occasionally slapping hands of passing panthers over his hard exposed body. The sky overhead is clear blue, and the occasional fallen tree leaf flips through the air, still mostly green but with the occasional red or orange.
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heath{PClaw}
branded kef
Panther Claw Lair, DSC
==is within one of the storage huts stocked with booty, trade goods and items purchased with ransom money, including clothing, med supplies, tools, and food/drink items==
and says to ALL: Coming up to the storage hut, he crouches down and steps through, working his way inside the dark, dusty hut. For an ihn he crouches, pale green eyes adjusting to the dark interior. Then he walks to the side and begins to collect a number of pieces of thick yellow twine, pulling them off the pile and into a large bundle. Then he turns and walks back outside, rising gratefully to his full height again. Stepping over to the side of the hut, he rips off a fur tarpaulin, revealing a massive stack of large logs of wood. He pulls about 10 off the large pile, rolling them onto the dirt. He then slings the twine pile over his right shoulder, wrapping it around the thick bicep. Crouching down, he pulls massive arms underneath the logs, between the wood and the grass. With a groan, the large biceps and shoulder muscles bulge with tension, and his immense legs push up, pulling the enormous pile of log woods up into the air.
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heath{PClaw}
branded kef
Panther Claw Lair, DSC
==is in the large Kitchen/Servery Hut==
and says to ALL: His chest beats heavily in the warm afternoon and the strain of the load. The muscles ripple with effort as he walks back through the huts, this time free from the taunting hands of murmuring panthers as they watch the large captive carry the massive load with ability, if not ease. Stepping towards the kitchen hut with the load, he walks back around it and drops the load on the ground, careful to avoid his bare feet. He stops and stands gratefully, wiping off sweat from his forehead and waiting for his breath to return. Once it does, he walks over to the existing wall and begins to untie the twine from each corner. The large thick fingers have difficulty with the tight knots, but he is no hurry. After some time all the twine has been removed and stands off on the grass. Reaching out, he grips the first log of the wall and begins to pull. His massive arms tremble with the effort. The large log stands sturdy, and nearly cracks. But just as the wood begins to show the slightest fracture, it finally comes free of where it was moored in the ground, a shower of dirt spraying up as the log comes loose. Tossing it on the ground and wiping off a sweat filled lock of brown hair, he begins to remove the other logs of the wall in the same manner.
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heath{PClaw}
branded kef
Panther Claw Lair, DSC
==is in the large Kitchen/Servery Hut==
and says to ALL: Once all the old, rotting logs have been removed and the side of the kitchen hut is exposed to the outside, he bends down and pulls up one of the large logs. Holding it straight up, he steps over to the building and carefully inserts the wooden log in the ground, setting it in and leaning it up against the side of the building. He then crouches down, shoveling the dirt into the hole, securing one side of the log and then patting down the dirt. Turning back to the pile, he does the same with all the other logs, working them into the hole until they form a complete wall, partially secure in the ground. Stepping back, brushing the dirt and wood splinters on his hands onto his thighs, he takes hold of the twine and begins to wrap it around the logs, circling the wall and then tightening. He makes several passes around the wall with each piece of twine, securing the wall together at several points. He then uses the remaining twine to fasten the new wall to the adjoining two walls, creating a complete new wall to the kitchen hut, free from rot and insects. Stepping back and surveying his work, he grunts in satisfaction, one of the few joys accorded him after being caught by these damnable panthers. He gives the old twine several hard yanks to see if it can be used for another purpose, but after several snap or nearly unravel, he disposes of the old twine along with the old rotting logs.
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