Chapter 561: Moonfall VII
I was Immortal. I was, barring a violent death, going to live forever. I was still adjusting my mindset to what that meant, and I’d started to idly doodle out a list of every career I ever wanted to try - basically all of them - and ranked them in order that I wanted to try them in.
High up on my list was [Courier], to my mild surprise. The work itself didn’t sound or feel super ‘me’, but the travel, the outdoors, being able to spend most of my time just running or flying without a care in the world sounded nice. There was also a pretty major ‘lack of responsibilities’, at least compared to what I was currently doing. Someone else to figure it all out, the wind in my hair and a satchel of letters… yeah, I probably would try being a [Courier] at some point. Probably somewhere where I wasn’t recognized and when I had no responsibilities, aka I was on vacation.
My skills offered me a subset of [Courier], letting me move vast quantities of supplies rapidly over a distance. Heck, I’d just transported everything needed to construct a small temple to the moon! I was rapidly shuffling the job way, waaaaaaay down to the bottom of my list. The traveling was great.
Hauling it all out of my [Tower]? Pure misery.
Wood and bamboo were the main building blocks I’d brought out, and a wide variety of tools came along for the ride. Hammers, saws, and far too many nails were a start, but axes, shovels, pickaxes, chisels, gimlets, squares, and more came out. Even some workbenches! One of our dumber, drunker BUILD diagrams had included us ‘bootstrapping’ various tiers of workbenches and construction equipment, until we sobered up the next day and realized we could just… bring it pre-assembled. Our current BUILD plan, before I’d gotten my suit destroyed, called for Iona to quarry as much moonrock as she could to build the temple with.
Our redundancy involved me carrying enough supplies to build an entire temple, and Iona was probably going to go out and mine some rocks anyway. Either way, no matter how I sliced it, no matter how I distracted myself, this was incredibly boring work with long stretches in the middle to regenerate my mana.
Piles of raw clay ended up next to pottery I’d been asked to bring, crystals carelessly thrown next to the rope. Lanterns and candles felt questionable to me, but they were for the aesthetic, and the statues were blessedly hollow. They’d be impossible otherwise. I had my doubts that the paint could dry in the lack of air, there were some sacred trappings, and of course, the thousand and one various ornaments and knick-knacks we’d brought here.
But mostly wood and bamboo. Soooooo much wood and bamboo. According to Vitrovious, we could do some really interesting builds and structures that weren’t possible on Pallos due to the significantly lower gravity. We were interested, but some of the designs ended up so outlandish we had to turn them down. We had no idea how to build them!
[Handy] was a skill I’d planned out to grab when classing up, just a nice little utility skill in my general skills, something that was useful for day to day life, but not anything done frequently enough that it wasn’t worth taking a skill for. Over the years I’d evolved it to [Dexterous and Handy], and our plans had called for it to be the star of the show here, helping us fit everything together and build the temple.