08-26-2016, 02:16 AM
(08-26-2016, 12:06 AM)achroma Wrote:(08-25-2016, 11:04 PM)Dipdoo Wrote: Jim plopped the trunk down next to a nearby shop not too far from the center of Woodport and went to work separating it into smaller chunks, one swing at a time, bracing the log with his own weight.Sol walks over and watches the man diligently work, but is discreet enough go not desturb Jim.
Once the trunk was a fair few logs and the leafy top Jim plopped his pack down in front of him, whipped a few knives of varying sizes out, some of which looked like toys in his hands, and started whittling away. Stripping the bark off before digging into the wood behind it, moving his large hands with more precision than one would think possible of such a large man, his face a happy smile.
He worked fast, setting each finished figurine down next to him on it's little wooden base. The first one depicting a couple holding hands, the second a slumbering beast, the third showing a Floran poised to strike, the fourth still taking shape in his hands.
"I think I know talent when I see it."
Jim finished up the fourth carving, a beautifully crafted spear made to match the Floran, he set that one down just next to the beast, Completely immersed in his work.
Jim moved on to the third log and began carving a set piece larger than the others, his smile turned into a concerned frown, his eyebrows pulling together.
He worked through this one slower than the others, switching from one knife to another after just a few strokes each. It looked to be a homey log cabin, the inside of it slowly taking shape, every now and then Jim would stop to observe his work before whittling away more wood. Any keen observers would be able to see a main room with two large chairs, what appeared to be a leather floor mat and fireplace.