In the small continent of Volatia, a young half-elf named Alden Finnick lives his life helping his father run a lumber business. After stumbling into a strange man, he is thrusted into a war against a dangerous vampire clan named "Noctis". Will Alde...
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-Blake
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The lush trees cast shadows on the soft green forest floor. Birds chirped and flew from branch to branch. The wind whistled as it blew in between the trees. An older man in his fifties made his way to a tree with an ax in his hand. A younger man followed behind with a small handheld wagon. The younger man wears a green vest with a white shirt underneath. A red cloak flows off of his shoulders. He has brown hair that he tucks behind his ears and blue eyes.
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Man- You know, I'm getting older. You just turned twenty. I think it's about time you take over these lumber runs or learn how to process the wood in the workshop.
Boy- Are you saying I'd become the foreman of the lumber district?
Man- Oh, no. You'd do the work and I'd get the glory.
For a few seconds, the man stared at the boy with a serious countenance. After a moment, he started laughing.
Man- I'm just joking with you! This is a family run district. The people of Mirrik might not all be related but we think of ourselves as one. Everyone knows everyone. We might as well be a family. I might be the foreman but we couldn't do what we do without the help of the people. I don't plan on retiring until the day that I die. Until then, you're doing just fine with the help you're giving. You'll take over as foreman one day, Son.
Boy- I do my best.
Man- I know you do. I'm proud of you, Alden.
The man took the ax in both hands and swung hard at the tree. Behind him, his son Alden smiled. The thought of him making his father Len proud brought him great joy. Alden Finnick is a 20 year old half-elf. Everyday he helps his father, Len, with his lumber duties. He goes out into the forest, chops down a tree, goes home to process the wood, and finally delivers the wood around the kingdom of Volatia. After taking down the tree, Len chopped the log into smaller pieces and put them into the wagon. Once it was all in, they began walking back to their workshop.
Len- Why don't you stick around the workshop for a bit? I'll show you the ropes of processing and you'll know how to do it. I might need your help one day.
Alden- Sure thing. I do have a delivery to Typhos later.
Len- I know. It won't take long.
Alden nodded and continued walking down the trail with his father. Eventually, they made it to the edge of the forest. The trees opened up to a busy village. Wooden cabins lined the dirt paths through town. It was the village of Mirrik. The source of most woodwork and timber. Bowls, cups, barrels, wagons, anything made out of wood was made here. Len Finnick was the foreman. His job is to get the wood from the forest and bring it back to Mirrik. Alden then delivers the processed wood around Volatia and other places in Mirrik. Planters behind Len and plant more tree saplings so as to never run out of trees in the forest. Len and Alden brought the wagon back to the workshop. Len picked up a heap of lumber and sat it down on a table.
