[If a person has cause to be near the edge of Gaze and the dilapidated, looming house there, there is a chance they will come across Ortus fussing around the even more dilapidated shed at the edge of the property.
(Sleeping on God's hallowed couch had proved unbearable, at least partially because of the havoc it wrecked on his back.)
He is not, by any definition, a 'handy' man, but he is a diligent one. The debris that had filled the shed - a haphazard assortment of rusted tools, half-finished seeming projects, and rotted wooden planters - has been hauled outside and organized into piles for further consideration at another date. He has pinned heavy blackened canvas over the freshly cleaned windows, whose dim moonlit glow and view of the endless yawning sky had unnerved him as soon as their caked grime was scrubbed away. He has set up a modest, unyielding cot with sufficient blankets to stave off what he is informed is 'spring chill', though it lacks the bite of the Ninth's true cold.
The basics complete, Ortus can now turn to other, smaller projects. Dressed in his black robes with his face painted in a lesser elaboration of the Jawless Skull, Ortus labors under a thankfully dark daytime sky on marking the gaps in the shed wall with white chalk, looking solemnly and perplexedly at the crooked hang of the shed door, and sitting on a nearby stump holding a hammer as if he wished it might turn out to be something else.]
mid-april | gaze: bone house | a shed of his own
(Sleeping on God's hallowed couch had proved unbearable, at least partially because of the havoc it wrecked on his back.)
He is not, by any definition, a 'handy' man, but he is a diligent one. The debris that had filled the shed - a haphazard assortment of rusted tools, half-finished seeming projects, and rotted wooden planters - has been hauled outside and organized into piles for further consideration at another date. He has pinned heavy blackened canvas over the freshly cleaned windows, whose dim moonlit glow and view of the endless yawning sky had unnerved him as soon as their caked grime was scrubbed away. He has set up a modest, unyielding cot with sufficient blankets to stave off what he is informed is 'spring chill', though it lacks the bite of the Ninth's true cold.
The basics complete, Ortus can now turn to other, smaller projects. Dressed in his black robes with his face painted in a lesser elaboration of the Jawless Skull, Ortus labors under a thankfully dark daytime sky on marking the gaps in the shed wall with white chalk, looking solemnly and perplexedly at the crooked hang of the shed door, and sitting on a nearby stump holding a hammer as if he wished it might turn out to be something else.]