ah, lumber duty.

..two time hated lumber duty. they were much too weak to lift an axe, so much as swing it. especially so when the brand of axes that the spawn cult insisted on using were of the heaviest sort. they were winded when they handled the axes alone, so it generally took them half a day to reach half of the quota of wood - at which point, amarah would have already replaced two time with a much more skilled person, smacking them on the back of the head & berating them for not being strong enough. if they weren’t strong enough to lift an axe, how would they be strong enough to fight for the spawn the day it’d need them ?

anyhow.

they left the cult base, going out further into the woods whilst lugging that heavy axe behind them. they dragged it along the ground, disturbing the fallen autumn leaves as they went.

they stopped once they reached the designated lumber zone, & picked out the tree that looked most brittle in the vicinity. they began cutting it down, but hardly made a dent in the wood with every strike they made..

they eventually grew winded, unable to catch the breath they’d lost. they slumped over the handle of the axe, resting their forehead on their forearms as they panted. if only someone could just help them with this..