[Bottle]

Character's Name: Cuthbert Glass

GUID: 429004

Biography Link: http://calradia.role-play.community/index.php/topic,1029.new.html#new

Profession: Carpenter

Example of Scene relating to Profession:


“Hey! Hey-ho!”
Cuthbert struck the flat side of his saw against a newly-raised horizontal beam, now lying flush between two tall rounded timbers, the strong sappy scent of pine filling the air as hammer-strikes and saw-pulls raised in rhythm to the cadenced nonsense called out by Cuthbert, now hopping once atop the center of the beam, smacking his chest once and hollering out with a pointed finger towards a double-saw duo, halving a new thick beam in sync.

“AY! Yes, to the left a bit, your left Harwald!!!”
The bald overseer stooped low and dropped from the beam, turning to check the horizon line against the newest-laid support, raising his arms, saw held in the left hand as he began to conduct and wave over another duo of workers, hauling a clay pot full of warm, sticky tar. Dropping his saw in favour of running alongside the carriers, hands feeling the bottom of the clay for just the right temperature, Cuthbert’s legs side-ran with a mind of their own.

“Boys, get it back it’s not runny enough- cancel that.” He turns his head in the direction of the rest station

“Bring us some flame, will you! Warm warm warm!”
Cuthbert smiles openly, revealing weirdly-symmetrical rows of off-white smooth teeth to his work crew as he ‘whispers’ so all can hear
“Better we bring it here than have you sorry bitches run mad with a bloody pot.”

The men pretend Cuthbert’s joke was funnier than it actually ended up being, and hover in place, lowering the pot as more of their comrades join them, sleeves rolled high, holding wood scrap and lengths of smoldering stick from the job-site’s cook fire, rapidly assembling an on-the spot heat source for the tar

“Soup’s on!” Cuthbert grins and folds his arms watching the pot, then turns serious as some of the men give him a second look, the sort one would assign a mental patient

Cuthbert reaches over and using the pointer and middle finger on his right hand, taps one of the gawking men’s jaws shut with a little more force than polite
“I -know- it’s not fucking soup, I - oh Maker, nevermind”

[Bottle]

@Charon @Jokah @Rat03

[Tyrion]

Denied as the player no longer plays :l