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Post by Flare on Sept 7, 2020 21:58:08 GMT -6
A few months ago, after having the tent collapse on his head during the wet season, he decided that it might be time to learn how to build his own home. Sure, one could pay for another to build the structure if they had the coin to pay for it. Steadily, he saved the funds that his garden bounty brought him, from what he could harvest, and occasionally sold off other things (like those stupid dark crystals finally). The choices of building materials differed greatly from what Tumai had to offer. Wood wasn't an import anymore, but readily available. Probably the product of having half the city outskirts with forests in certain directions. Pines to the north, and oaks to the west and north. Pine had a wonderful scent when freshly harvested. He'd be the weird guy who had freshly cut pine branches put around his home in all sorts of season, even if pine branches were considered more of a winter decoration. 4.20
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Post by Flare on Sept 7, 2020 22:18:01 GMT -6
The city of Tumai carved homes out of stone primarily. Hidden up in the red cliffs. So wood was an imported trade. Perhaps some wood. The library would likely prove useful to finding a book on how to build a home, but also for building simple wood things. Like a table, or a stool. Don't get it wrong, using the natural shelving and such he found in the old wood parts of his garden was good and all, but his writing skewed on an uneven surface, like writing on your knee. Perhaps he could convince one of the creatures to be helpful in setting things up. Flare remembered a simple home, of stone and cloth and a bit of wood here and there. Of mud and dried mud structure. Using what the land offered. The cloth from the woolen sheep that walked the red cliffs as if their own pasture. Sort of like those canyon rams? 8.20
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Post by Flare on Sept 7, 2020 22:26:18 GMT -6
He heard of a cloth shop somewhere in the city; one that sold fabric and clothes and the materials to manipulate said fabric. Was it strong enough to use in building a home? That he didn't know. If he had an option, the badly aging burlap scraps found in the garden wasn't going to be what he built his home out of. Every home was built extremely differently, and heck, he could've just stayed with his tent; but no longer was Flare going to do such a lifestyle of a rogue nomad. He had a whole year and more to get used to the bustle of the city, and for the most part, no one looked twice at him any longer. Lack of wings, no doubt. No matter. He shifted a bit while settling down at a table in the library, the healing scars on his back scratching a bit against the fabric of his vest.
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Post by Flare on Sept 7, 2020 22:34:12 GMT -6
Because of such diversity in what people wanted to build, there were no references to specific building codes or anything specific. The piece of writing wood, a 'pensil' that was what it was called, right? No, it had a ssss sound, but so did 'c'. Pen...cil? Pencil. Yes. The pencil scratched against Flare's paper while he thought. Noting down what sorts of materials houses were made of, of the outside at least. He wanted to make a comfortable house. With as few trip hazards as possible. Perhaps a tall house? Dependant heavily if he wanted any creatures inside. Perhaps let Shabh, Grendel and the orbaru sleep inside. They would appreciate the not-tent life. How many rooms did he want... one for himself, a place to make food, a place for washing up and such activity, a place to stick supplies that didn't fit in his harvest box or the old crate. One bed, one bath, supposedly. 16.20
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Post by Flare on Sept 7, 2020 22:45:24 GMT -6
There was stone, in all sorts of choices. Bricks.... clay bricks, he assumed. Mortar and such to hold them together. He recalled seeing someone building with bricks once as a boy. The man had to slab something wet on the other bricks then place a brick on top. LIke gluing them together. Brick could work, but was time consuming. But then again, so is building his own home. The tent could be used as an outdoor area, for lounging and such. Not that he liked doing any lounging. Resting, yes. Lounging, less so. Now that he had two working legs, being able to be in the garden and doing work to help him rebuild lost muscle mass and such, like turning over flower beds, and such. yes he liked 'and such'. The garden gate needed to stay there. because the idea of doing a flip over the gate was unreasonable. 20.20 lv 81 Flare
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Post by Flare on Sept 8, 2020 10:45:50 GMT -6
The kind of sitting objects he wanted in his new self built home would include a stool that was about as tall as he could use, without taking his feet too far off the ground. A nice stool that didn't splinter and leave painful marks on the back of his knees. By a measure of his eyes, his leg length from hip to ground would be the height of the stool. Buying one would be easy enough, but the pride of making his own home, his own furniture would be very good. It would also be learning a new skill. He wasn't a gimpy useless kid any longer. But back to materials for building the house itself. There were references to using metal, of steel, to make walls and supports. But the price would skyrocket and steel eventually rusts and breaks down. Just like the earth in which the metal came from. 4.20
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