Thirteenth Cycle of Junctior, Autumn, Era XIV
Seven days later, the fortress was again showing it's former glory. The shattered windows now stood replaced, the food stuffs and kitchen where brought back up to sanitary conditions. The overgrown weeds and plant life where removed, even the small forest just outside the main buildings of the inner walls had needed some work. Work that Lrass was more then happy to do. Now even the small grove was beginning to look as it once did.
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All and all the fortress was finding it's life beat again. With luck Migeria mused, he would be able to send word to Vincent that the work had been finished almost four days ahead of prediction. Though in truth even Migeria know the fixing of the fortress was more a miner part of the plan. The hard part was yet to come..Re obtaining the RW's former client base.
With a small breath, the elf assassin again turned to the desk he sat behind. The desk that even now, had the familiar number of papers sitting on top of it. Not like this was a shock to Migeria, he had asked all section commanders to give in a progress report and requisition request for gear. Now they all sat , on the desk awaiting approval. Again letting out a small breath, Migeria took the first paper on the top of the pile and began to read.
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Lrass was in his element again. No druid should be cooped up in a fortress in the middle of a bog. At least not one that is more nature oriented. Lrass had begun to think no life even existed in that bog, until a bird finally found its way in. Even then the thing had looked sickly, and come to think of it was. Lrass had helped to nurture the bird back to health and in no time at all was ready to go back to it's old life.
Now the elf had no idea where the bird was, they had released it just after setting out for Achadoon so by now it could have flown anywhere. With a shrug Lrass went back to his pulling of weeds. Though killing plants did leave a bit of a bad taste in the druids mouth. The fact was, such plants could kill the trees if they where left unchecked. The fact that these trees in the fortress had stood so long, only spoke of there strength, but still better safe then sorry.
With a tug and an yank, Lrass pulled the last vine from the tree he currently worked on and decided it was time for a brake. Hobbling his way to a tree stump he used as a seat, The elf druid pulled a empty bottle from his pack and fell into his power. Feeling the energy flow, he began to bend it into the air and threw that create water. Water that freely flowed from a puffy cloud that floated a few inches above the bottle. Within seconds, cool, clear water filled the bottle to it's braking point. satisfied, the elf cut his power, and the cloud dissipated and then vanished all together. Taking a sip of his water, Lrass considered the grove. There were still more trees that needed his attention, and some garbage in the lake that needed moving. Yet, all and all the area had survived the worst of it and what nature could not fix he certainly would.