Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160817222408/@comment-25363089-20161128162703

(Yeah). Nickelae was chopping his log pile and stacking it along the house when his mom came out. To see what him and Flint were doing. They had a nice pile going and it looked fairly sturdy. "Very nice good good. Good dry wood it will burn quickly...is this your pile?". Margrit asked the boys walking over to the wood pile.

"Yeah.". Nickelae said in between chops."why you asking?". He asked his mom. "Oh no reason its just that i would hate if a strong wind came by and knocked it over...". Margrit said as she eyed the pile she then pulled out her weapon and some wind dust. "You sure it can handle a strong stormy wind?". Margrit asked her son. An when nickelae saw what his mom had out he instantly groaned. "Mom! Please don't-". It was to late margrit unleashed a powerful blast of wiind sending the wood pile flying. "Do it again! It was weak. A strong wind could knock it over i want a hurricane level winds to knock it over not a strong wind. Either do it right the first time or don't do it at all. Now stack it like how your father taught you.". Margrit order nickelae.

Nickelae groaned and went to work stacking the wood pile the right way starting by finding all the flates and straightest ones and going two by two in a block pattern on one end. Shacking the stack for any loose boards. Once he could shake it and it didn't budge he started stacking wood starting from the block pile down ward stocking at the end to make another block sturdy enough to withstand more wood. It would take true effort to knock the wood pile down even a strong wind couldn't manage it. An this made nickelae's arms sore doing it cause every time he stack a log his mom would eye and have her wand at the ready threating to destroy all of nickelae's hard work.