Into The Wildlands: Chapter XXIV - Things Just Happen
The days had continued on relatively well since their last outing. It was now into November, and while the days had gotten colder, Erik and others were keeping warm performing the woodwork on the sawmill's components. With rusty hammers and worn...
Into The Wildlands: Chapter XXIII - On The Road Again
It was a cool morning as Erik walked through the town. The sunrise had just begun to crest over the brilliant autumn treeline and the town was awash in its orange glow. Dressed in his traveling clothes, and hauling his dufflebag backpack with a few...
Into The Wildlands: Chapter XXI - Harvest
“Can I actually pull this off?” Erik groaned, holding his head in one hand and a pencil in the other. In front of him, a book full of sketches, pretend technical drawings of parts he needed for the sawmill, measurements from all angles possible, but...