Timestamp: 6th of Summer, 519 A.V.
Vasin rolled his shoulders and cracked his knuckles as he stood at the center of the clearing he had made. The space empty with exposed dirt with some slight amounts of what could be described as cratering from both his work with a hoe and his work at removing stumps. But, that wasn't so much an issue as now nothing was really in the way of their plans to build a manor here. There were however a few more things to get done before this place was truly cleared. Vasin glanced back seeing the cart trail he made to the beach. He had done that on a previous day, and it had been relatively easy. But, for today he was going to be something much more difficult in scope. It would be a lot more like his first two days of clearing land. Though, looking all around him the amount of time this would take was going to take much longer. This project, it was for clearing about five acres of land so they work it into the land that can be used for food. Vasin didn't really know a thing about farming or gardening, so he was going to stick to the most straight forward thing, He was just going to clear it and let the farmers and gardeners then work it. Vasin breathed in the fresh wild air which filled his lungs warmly. It was going to be another hot day, which wasn't very good news for working like this, but he had to get some of it done.
Now the question was... what end to start on? He looked around himself and scratched his head. Well, it didn't really matter all that much did it? So, he went to the left end of the area he had cleared."Yeah, we can start right here." Vasin would say mainly to himself as he brought out the hatchet. He examined the tool for a moment running his finger along the blade, though not on the edge. He thought about the tool for a moment before giving a slight shrug, it was fine, and could still do plenty of work. He hadn't been using it for chopping down trees after all, and it was a robust thing. So, Vasin got to work finding as usually a grouping of a woody brush. This particular grouping of the stuff was rather thick and gnarly. It was kind of awkward to work at as he reached under and grabbed a small bush by the stalk. Then, bringing his hatchet back a little way, though at a slightly weird angle and with not much room to spare, he swung it a short way. Chipping into the sturdy bush stock he wiggled the blade free and then did so again. This time, the hatchet cut deeper and the bush began to sway more and more. Eventually, he chopped it free and pulled the bush up and out of there putting it to the side.
Arms covered in the dirt he moved onto the next plant which stood tall from the forest floor. A small tree of some kind? It was in the way and it had to go, but its small trunk was much thicker then the bush he had just dealt with. So, kneeling next to the small tree he brought his arm back storing some energy and then swung it forward! His arm reverberating a little as the hatchet got buried into the small trunk of this young tree. Yanking the hatchet free he chopped at it again with the hatchet. Taking more than three swings to chip away at it. On the eighth swing, he managed to cut through and it fell over. This green wood had been particularly difficult to whack his way through. But, all the same, he picked it up and put it into the now growing pile. After that he went tend to the smaller woody plants, chopping away at them rather relentlessly. These smaller ones took anywhere from one to three chops to take out. Leaving behind tiny stumps that he could hoe out at a later point. After taking out this grouping he would move onto the next going from grouping to grouping taking out small pockets in between. In each case, he would go to his hands and knees before grabbing a hold of the stalk/trunk and then lift up as he chopped at it. He would try to chop as close to the ground as possible. Each time he chopped one and got it free he would go and put it into the woodpile he was making. The brush made for good firewood as he had correctly figured. Though the green stuff needed to be left out to dry a little.
Vasin rolled his shoulders and cracked his knuckles as he stood at the center of the clearing he had made. The space empty with exposed dirt with some slight amounts of what could be described as cratering from both his work with a hoe and his work at removing stumps. But, that wasn't so much an issue as now nothing was really in the way of their plans to build a manor here. There were however a few more things to get done before this place was truly cleared. Vasin glanced back seeing the cart trail he made to the beach. He had done that on a previous day, and it had been relatively easy. But, for today he was going to be something much more difficult in scope. It would be a lot more like his first two days of clearing land. Though, looking all around him the amount of time this would take was going to take much longer. This project, it was for clearing about five acres of land so they work it into the land that can be used for food. Vasin didn't really know a thing about farming or gardening, so he was going to stick to the most straight forward thing, He was just going to clear it and let the farmers and gardeners then work it. Vasin breathed in the fresh wild air which filled his lungs warmly. It was going to be another hot day, which wasn't very good news for working like this, but he had to get some of it done.
Now the question was... what end to start on? He looked around himself and scratched his head. Well, it didn't really matter all that much did it? So, he went to the left end of the area he had cleared."Yeah, we can start right here." Vasin would say mainly to himself as he brought out the hatchet. He examined the tool for a moment running his finger along the blade, though not on the edge. He thought about the tool for a moment before giving a slight shrug, it was fine, and could still do plenty of work. He hadn't been using it for chopping down trees after all, and it was a robust thing. So, Vasin got to work finding as usually a grouping of a woody brush. This particular grouping of the stuff was rather thick and gnarly. It was kind of awkward to work at as he reached under and grabbed a small bush by the stalk. Then, bringing his hatchet back a little way, though at a slightly weird angle and with not much room to spare, he swung it a short way. Chipping into the sturdy bush stock he wiggled the blade free and then did so again. This time, the hatchet cut deeper and the bush began to sway more and more. Eventually, he chopped it free and pulled the bush up and out of there putting it to the side.
Arms covered in the dirt he moved onto the next plant which stood tall from the forest floor. A small tree of some kind? It was in the way and it had to go, but its small trunk was much thicker then the bush he had just dealt with. So, kneeling next to the small tree he brought his arm back storing some energy and then swung it forward! His arm reverberating a little as the hatchet got buried into the small trunk of this young tree. Yanking the hatchet free he chopped at it again with the hatchet. Taking more than three swings to chip away at it. On the eighth swing, he managed to cut through and it fell over. This green wood had been particularly difficult to whack his way through. But, all the same, he picked it up and put it into the now growing pile. After that he went tend to the smaller woody plants, chopping away at them rather relentlessly. These smaller ones took anywhere from one to three chops to take out. Leaving behind tiny stumps that he could hoe out at a later point. After taking out this grouping he would move onto the next going from grouping to grouping taking out small pockets in between. In each case, he would go to his hands and knees before grabbing a hold of the stalk/trunk and then lift up as he chopped at it. He would try to chop as close to the ground as possible. Each time he chopped one and got it free he would go and put it into the woodpile he was making. The brush made for good firewood as he had correctly figured. Though the green stuff needed to be left out to dry a little.