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[ Characters ] Hephaestion and whoever joins.
[ Location ] non-specific woods
[ Date/Time ] may 17th, morning
[ Warning ] none
[ Content ] Hephaestion is trying to pass the time, feel free to disturb.
Hephaestion had many skills no one knew of, and that included woodcarving. He had been cursed (since he was one of those men who'd rather be occupied with something, anything) with a horrible amount of free time during his whole life: as a child he finished his lessons quickly but was often left behind by other children because he disliked rough play, as a teenager he suffered from Alexander's mood killing philosophical ramblings and as a grown man he was dragged to war by his loyalty to the crown (conquering could be the most boring thing between battles). In an attempt to fix this he had turned to arts--it hadn't worked, but he had gotten quite good at a lot of things.
Back to woodcarving. Anyone near enough a certain part of the woods will certainly hear the loud sound metal hitting wood, and anyone who gets closer will notice a man kneeling in front of a big piece that is beginning to look like man riding a horse. He seems to be very focused on the task at hand and there's a good chance that a slip of the knife would cause the piece to break.
[ Location ] non-specific woods
[ Date/Time ] may 17th, morning
[ Warning ] none
[ Content ] Hephaestion is trying to pass the time, feel free to disturb.
Hephaestion had many skills no one knew of, and that included woodcarving. He had been cursed (since he was one of those men who'd rather be occupied with something, anything) with a horrible amount of free time during his whole life: as a child he finished his lessons quickly but was often left behind by other children because he disliked rough play, as a teenager he suffered from Alexander's mood killing philosophical ramblings and as a grown man he was dragged to war by his loyalty to the crown (conquering could be the most boring thing between battles). In an attempt to fix this he had turned to arts--it hadn't worked, but he had gotten quite good at a lot of things.
Back to woodcarving. Anyone near enough a certain part of the woods will certainly hear the loud sound metal hitting wood, and anyone who gets closer will notice a man kneeling in front of a big piece that is beginning to look like man riding a horse. He seems to be very focused on the task at hand and there's a good chance that a slip of the knife would cause the piece to break.