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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: Looking over to the burnt out firepit, he plods through the long grass through the huts. Underneath the grey, overcast sky, the evening air cool but not cold, he makes his way to the storage hut. Crouching down and working his large 6Â’5 frame through the door, his eyes slowly adjust to the darker interior. The inside is dark and dusty, with slight beams of light filtering in through the slats of the wooden log walls. Making his way over to a side, he crouches down and pulls up a wooden bucket and a small broom. Coughing a bit of the dust out of his lungs, he steps back out of the hut, letting a breeze wash over his broad exposed chest.
branded kef
Panther Claw Lair, DSC
==is near the central Fire Pit where branding/cauterizing irons and steel water barrels are always heating==
and says to ALL: The light wind still ruffling his long brown hair, running over his massive body, he trudges through the huts, weary eyes fixed on the ground, and makes his way over to the fire pit. His strong left leg lowers to the ground and he falls to a one legged kneel by the side of the fire pit. Reaching out with the brush, he sweeps the white ash towards him, working it into a pile. The solid thick arms remain raised as he continues sweeping the ash into a pile, leaving dirt and rock. When nearly all of the white ash has been swept in a pile, he lays down the wooden bucket with his left hand, upended, and then sweeps the ash into the bucket, taking several times to collect it all.
branded kef
Panther Claw Lair, DSC
==is near the central Fire Pit where branding/cauterizing irons and steel water barrels are always heating==
and says to ALL: Setting the bucket off to the side, he then pulls himself up and takes a few quick steps to the wood pile. Crouching down, he collects the smaller branches and twigs, scooping them up and collecting them in his large hands. Turning back to the fire, he steps over and into the fire pit itself, crouching down by the center. His tight ass resting on the back of his legs, he lays the pile down and begins pulling out the small branches and larger twigs. Carefully he places them out in a square, one on top of another, and stacks them, so a small platform of small branches is made. Reaching back over, he pulls out the twigs, along with a few dry leaves and dumps them in the very middle of the small square platform. His eyes glance wearily at the overcast sky, darkening in the early evening, but the clouds seem thin and unlikely to cause rain. With a sigh, he stands up and steps out of the fire pit, walking back to the woodpile.
branded kef
Panther Claw Lair, DSC
==is near the central Fire Pit where branding/cauterizing irons and steel water barrels are always heating==
and says to ALL: Reaching down, he begins to pick up some of the smaller wood pieces, both dead branches and full seasoned wood. His sleek tanned arms cradle the wood, the left arm curled at his heavy pecs as the right arm pulls the wood against his chest. Finally he bends back up and walks back to the fire pit, stepping inside the circle of rock once more. Crouching down and dumping the wood, he begins to pick up some of the smaller pieces and placing them against the initial foundation, the larger pieces lying next to the smaller ones. In such a way he slowly expands the initial housing, smaller pieces of wood inside, larger pieces on the outside and above. In time the wood is formed into a square block foundation, with a hole in the very center where the kindling resides.
center where the kindling resides.
branded kef
Panther Claw Lair, DSC
==is near the central Fire Pit where branding/cauterizing irons and steel water barrels are always heating==
and says to ALL: Stepping back out of the fire pit again, he walks over to a small leather canvas bag by the woodpile and reaches inside, pulling out two pieces, a piece of flint and a dull piece of steel. Gripping them in both hands, he steps back over to the fire pit for the last time and crouches down again, his large nearly nude body hulking over the wooden foundation. Reaching out with his hands, still holding the flint and steel, he holds both over the very center of the wood where the kindling rests. His feet shift slightly to the left so his body shields it from the wind. The large hands suddenly jerk quickly as the two pieces strike against each other with a loud cracking noise. Again the hands wrench together, and then again. Occasionally a flash of light occurs, and after numerous tries a spark finally emerges, catching a dry leaf. Carefully his green eyes watch. The spark slowly dances down the dry red leaf, making its way around the curl. He holds his breath. Finally it runs up to an adjoining stick and the small thin piece catches, turning red and yellow. The heavy muscled chest begins breathing again, and he holds his hands over the newborn fire until it moves quickly through the kindling. One of the smaller branches at the center, almost directly above the kindling, begins to smoke and turns black. Finally it turns red, and begins to burn. Once he sees that, he pulls back his arms and steps out of the firepit.
branded kef
Panther Claw Lair, DSC
==is near the central Fire Pit where branding/cauterizing irons and steel water barrels are always heating==
and says to ALL: Rubbing a lock of brown hair from his forehead, he places the steel and flint back in the bag. The large captive then steps around the fire, the large muscles in his arms working as he pulls up and places larger logs, setting them in the fire pit. Finally, he grabs hold of the bucket where it lays on the dirt by the firepit and goes to dispose of it, the acrid smell of the fire behind him already beginning to mingle with the musky dark smell of the forest.
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