The hunchback takes it off and examines it closely. A little bit of electricity crackles from his fingertip, and the eye comes to life, looking around and adjusting to the light. The hunchback puts the tie back on. "Thank you very much. I wanted to get one for myself, but I never had the money to travel. Starving artists and all that."
"Everyone is an artist but we all have different mediums. Tell me, what is it that you work upon? I'm interested to hear it." He said and sat on the ground, gesturing for him to sit with him.
The hunchback sits down and lifts up his hood, revealing a skull-like face made of organic machinery. It serves the function of a face, and is clearly made with artistry in mind, but actual expression is... limited, to say the least. It was designed to be pleasing and hold the senses, but not in the way a normal face does.
"Myself, mostly. Sometimes I get offers from others to work on them, so I carry extra parts with me."
"A bit like my friend Edward Merrymarkle. Do you know the Merrymarkle Clan? Best Artificers I've seen so far." He chuckles (You can make a History Check if you want for that) "But an automatic being... I've seen Warforges but they don't compare to you!"
Commanding nothing less than the power to create life, many battle smiths turn their genius toward forging technologically remarkable puppies and kitties.
The hunchback sits down and lifts up his hood, revealing a skull-like face made of organic machinery. It serves the function of a face, and is clearly made with artistry in mind, but actual expression is... limited, to say the least. It was designed to be pleasing and hold the senses, but not in the way a normal face does.
"Myself, mostly. Sometimes I get offers from others to work on them, so I carry extra parts with me."
"A bit like my friend Edward Merrymarkle. Do you know the Merrymarkle Clan? Best Artificers I've seen so far." He chuckles (You can make a History Check if you want for that) "But an automatic being... I've seen Warforges but they don't compare to you!"
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"Warforged are made of wood with a metal exoskeleton. I am made of flesh, bone, chitin, keratin, and even some metal where flesh won't suffice." He stands up to his full height, dropping the cloak behind him. He is a work of art through and through. Angelic, even. Chaotic. A celebration of the imperfection of living form. Inside-out, but in a way that is clearly intentional. The hunched back itself is revealed to actually be two additional sets of arms. This man is an arachnid!
The hunchback sits down and lifts up his hood, revealing a skull-like face made of organic machinery. It serves the function of a face, and is clearly made with artistry in mind, but actual expression is... limited, to say the least. It was designed to be pleasing and hold the senses, but not in the way a normal face does.
"Myself, mostly. Sometimes I get offers from others to work on them, so I carry extra parts with me."
"A bit like my friend Edward Merrymarkle. Do you know the Merrymarkle Clan? Best Artificers I've seen so far." He chuckles (You can make a History Check if you want for that) "But an automatic being... I've seen Warforges but they don't compare to you!"
History: 26
"Warforged are made of wood with a metal exoskeleton. I am made of flesh, bone, chitin, keratin, and even some metal where flesh won't suffice." He stands up to his full height, dropping the cloak behind him. He is a work of art through and through. Angelic, even. Chaotic. A celebration of the imperfection of living form. Inside-out, but in a way that is clearly intentional. The hunched back itself is revealed to actually be two additional sets of arms. This man is an arachnid!
Stroth grins "Truly mesmerizing!" He says in awe "Anyone would be lucky to be in your presence, let alone study your form and how it was made." He said and stood up "If you don't mind, I would be very interested in being one of those people. You are rare and all rare things deserve to be documented and loved and seen by the public." His eyes glitter "Some us can't be as amazing so why help others reach a place in the spotlight."
(He knows the Merrymarkle Clan. He might've worked beside them on the project or something but he knows Edward. The next heir in line for the Head of the Merrymarkle Clan. He is known for his automans that allow spirits to once again, walk amongst the living.)
"Anyway, because you asked, it would depend on the situation. I would be mad, of course, but if it were say, an accident, I'm sure I could forgive the person with enough time."
"You would?!" he says loudly, "I mean... yeah sure."
"I'm sorry if that offends you, but I forgiveness is a part of the lifestyle I'm trying to make for myself. I don't want to blame people for things they didn't mean to do."
"Well hmmm. Can I tell you something if you promise not to get mad?"
The ground shakes a bit, leaving tremors for miles. It seems to rend and tear itself open suddenly, the smell of sulfur fouling the air. A man, who appears to be in his late 40's climbs out, brushing the dirt and worms from himself. He has short brown hair, neatly trimmed and combed. His eyes are the color of fire, sparkling orange and just as destructive. He wears a plain white button up, a brown vest, a bolo tied made from the eye of a Pit Fiend, a pair of simple breeches, a pair of boots, and a long brown trench coat.
He fixes his hair, humming idly while surveying the scene. For those who stare at him a second longer, they notice his face seems to... Drip almost. The pale skin turning to an icky black sludge before he quickly fixes it.
The shrinekeeper pauses, looks around for a moment, confused, then goes back to wandering around town
Stroth snaps his head to the side and sniffs the air "My my! A cleric! And one of the Endurance God! How different in this day in age!" He grins and extends a hand "My name is Stroth Blackwood. Archmage. Pleasure to meet you."
"Oh, Rory. Nice to meet you sir" He smiles, shaking their hand, "And I'm not a cleric unfortunetly"
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Stroth grins "Truly mesmerizing!" He says in awe "Anyone would be lucky to be in your presence, let alone study your form and how it was made." He said and stood up "If you don't mind, I would be very interested in being one of those people. You are rare and all rare things deserve to be documented and loved and seen by the public." His eyes glitter "Some us can't be as amazing so why help others reach a place in the spotlight."
(He knows the Merrymarkle Clan. He might've worked beside them on the project or something but he knows Edward. The next heir in line for the Head of the Merrymarkle Clan. He is known for his automans that allow spirits to once again, walk amongst the living.)
"I've had trouble with reporters before... they make my work out to be something horrible and unspeakable. Those who don't are usually silenced by those with greater wealth. Those who prefer stability over innovation." He slowly puts his cloak back on. "It's safer to let others come to me. Those who seek will find."
"Anyway, because you asked, it would depend on the situation. I would be mad, of course, but if it were say, an accident, I'm sure I could forgive the person with enough time."
"You would?!" he says loudly, "I mean... yeah sure."
"I'm sorry if that offends you, but I forgiveness is a part of the lifestyle I'm trying to make for myself. I don't want to blame people for things they didn't mean to do."
"Well hmmm. Can I tell you something if you promise not to get mad?"
"Of course. I trust you, even after you ran away like that."
"Ah. Its funny you got caught stealing, as that was the same thing that happened to me, in a way. Though I don't think of it as stealing... more of a balancing act."
“Interesting, I suppose mine was the same way, stealing from the rich to support myself. We are alike in a way.”
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"Ah. Its funny you got caught stealing, as that was the same thing that happened to me, in a way. Though I don't think of it as stealing... more of a balancing act."
“Interesting, I suppose mine was the same way, stealing from the rich to support myself. We are alike in a way.”
"Indeed." He nods. "Did you have a prize possession, something great that you stole?"
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"A bit like my friend Edward Merrymarkle. Do you know the Merrymarkle Clan? Best Artificers I've seen so far." He chuckles (You can make a History Check if you want for that) "But an automatic being... I've seen Warforges but they don't compare to you!"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*DID SOMEONE SAY ARTIFICIER?*
Xythar walks into the tavern.
I have succesfully wasted your time!😀
*Lol. I have a Half-Elf character with a mustache whose name is Edward Merrymarkle. He is a Artificer. He is also a Bard for the College of Souls*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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"Warforged are made of wood with a metal exoskeleton. I am made of flesh, bone, chitin, keratin, and even some metal where flesh won't suffice." He stands up to his full height, dropping the cloak behind him. He is a work of art through and through. Angelic, even. Chaotic. A celebration of the imperfection of living form. Inside-out, but in a way that is clearly intentional. The hunched back itself is revealed to actually be two additional sets of arms. This man is an arachnid!
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Stroth grins "Truly mesmerizing!" He says in awe "Anyone would be lucky to be in your presence, let alone study your form and how it was made." He said and stood up "If you don't mind, I would be very interested in being one of those people. You are rare and all rare things deserve to be documented and loved and seen by the public." His eyes glitter "Some us can't be as amazing so why help others reach a place in the spotlight."
(He knows the Merrymarkle Clan. He might've worked beside them on the project or something but he knows Edward. The next heir in line for the Head of the Merrymarkle Clan. He is known for his automans that allow spirits to once again, walk amongst the living.)
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Well hmmm. Can I tell you something if you promise not to get mad?"
*Hey wendigo, I've been meaning to ask. What's your pfp?*
*Zachary Jack. He's a Femboy.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*splendid*
*is baalzebooper on?*
"Oh, Rory. Nice to meet you sir" He smiles, shaking their hand, "And I'm not a cleric unfortunetly"
*don't ya love when your phone dies*
*i lost mine in a department stor bathroom. RIP*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
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I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
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*dang, that sux*
"I've had trouble with reporters before... they make my work out to be something horrible and unspeakable. Those who don't are usually silenced by those with greater wealth. Those who prefer stability over innovation." He slowly puts his cloak back on. "It's safer to let others come to me. Those who seek will find."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Of course. I trust you, even after you ran away like that."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Hey hey hey!*
Apollo is laughing at the bar.
Ambrosius is in the city, scouting out an old warehouse.
Pavano is climbing trees outside with Sheela.
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Where is zen
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If you want anything dm me on discord at _sproingus
"Indeed." He nods. "Did you have a prize possession, something great that you stole?"
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.