treeforcefive

Two of my friends and I are looking to rent a small workshop, or part of a workshop/space to begin a small furniture design and general woodworking startup. We are in our third carpentry course and have already been accepted into our next course in August. We would however like to get started on our own projects outwith college, to get a head start on a business.

If anyone knows of anything that might work, or of any sites that specialize in this, I can only find huge warehouses for rent on commercial property sites.

Thanks in advance people.

Ill x/post this to r/scotland and r/glasgow too probably.

Two of my friends and I are looking to rent a small workshop, or part of a workshop/space to begin a small furniture design and general woodworking startup. We are in our third carpentry course and have already been accepted into our next course in August. We would however like to get started on our own projects outwith college, to get a head start on a business.

If anyone knows of anything that might work, or of any sites that specialize in this, I can only find huge warehouses for rent on commercial property sites.

Thanks in advance people.

Ill x/post this to r/scotland and r/glasgowmarket too probably.

Unfortunately it only takes a tiny amount of shite added to ruin a lovely cake it seems...

Honestly good luck to whoever is foolish enough to get tangled up with this mess after me.

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Might just go back to my scc at somepoint, need a little space from the mess first.

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ceeyaa!...

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To the Lord Kenning of Kayce

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My wife is a woman of great merit, as I am sure you know well.

Elyse has told me many stories of her family and heritage. You, my brother-in-law, featured heavily in many of them.

Often did she tell me of your honour, I shame myself with this letter, but I must send it, I ask if she is correct and your family is indeed now my family?

I find myself in a position where I may need know my friends.

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I would look forward to repaying any and all kindnesses rendered of course.

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With my deepest regards

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Ser Cedric Rhysling, Heir to Starfish Harbour.

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Cedric again found himself looking out over the Starfish harbour.

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The building work was progressing well, many built, some still being built. Soon the Rhysling fleet will be complete and fully manned.

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Still, no word of Father...

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Ser Steffon Lyber stood beside Cedric with a stern look on his face. "My Lord, we must prepare."

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Steffon had been a good friend for the young heir of Rhysling for some time. Brave to the point of foolhardiness, Loyal to the point of madness and prepared to the point of overeagerness...

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"We must raise the men of Starfish and the villages loyal to your father and yourself" Steffon said.

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The Absent Lord’s Heir

The pleasant wind whipping off the Redwyne Straits brought a warm feeling to his face. A warm feeling that didn’t manage to reach much deeper than skin.

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Ser Cedric Rhysling looked out across the bay and towers that protected Starfish Harbour.

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From his vantage point perched atop the high hill his Holdfast… his Lord father’s Holdfast sat on, he could see many ships, coming in and out of the grand Harbour. The speed of them seeming snail like from this height.

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Not many Houses in the realm had a port of the size and quality of Starfish Harbour, even fewer Houses could claim ownership of more impressive ports.

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I believe I am being allowed to claim House Rhysling of Starfish Harbor and that u/crazymajor1221 is aware of this.

I look to the burning mess that is the Reach and I think.... Yup that's the one for me.

*pulls up socks with a purposeful look*

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I'm excited to have a better go at a full house claim this time.

I am currently reading through all the recent happenings, however if anyone has something I should be aware of, feel free to let me know.

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On as bus at the moment so will post my lore claim when I get home if that's cool by everyone.

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Previously on Eddy

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Edmund

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Winning is easy.

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When you win, succeed or triumph, friends and well-wishers are the norm rather than the exception.

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Winning is easy.

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The general filth, mud and blood blocked Ed’s airways to the point of suffocation.

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The memory of the brine flavoured wind, licking his face on the deck his father’s ship seemed almost a conjuration now.

The ghost of an almost remembered past life, gilded with rage and grief.

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Once hated.

Now dreamt of lo

Previously on Ed

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Edmund

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The glint of sunlight reflecting from the pristine walls of the New Castle lent a surprisingly welcoming feel to the morning.

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An unusual sight this far north Ed was sure.

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Young girls with foreheads glazed with perspiration darted this way and that, selling all sorts of sea fare.

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The wears were well known to him, Edmund’s youth had featured many a trip up and down the world’s piers, great and small. Selling whatever his father had aboard that day.

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Well known, however that