I look at my wielder.
"Medium caliber, my apologies. A slip of the tongue."--Clunkers: clockwork golem--
"What do you know about the care and maintenance of high caliber projectile firearms and edged weaponry?"
"Sarcastic reply: This one believes you are supposed to keep the pointy end towards the enemy.
Statement: Which is to say, this one has very little experience. This one is more used to taking care of magical and occult apparatus."
"Um, the correct term is medium-caliber."
Clunkers looks at the child, somewhat puzzled about this whole situation.
"Query: Are you the inventor of the weapon in question? This one does not see a weapon in need of maintenance in this room."
Reply. Also search my datastores for relevant info on the care and maintanance of high/medium caliber projectile firearms and edged weaponry. Perhaps I ran across something like that during my time in the magistar's library.
(2) you have no files associated with that area of expertise.
"Ah well, I suppose it was too much to ask for. Well, in that case, I have nothing of note for you to do before next mission. Ah. Unless you are able to assist in rebuilding the lady's containment. IF you think you can, report to the Interim Containment Facility. The head is known as Chips."Bruford, Iron Golem.
Wait no, I explicity said I went to meet the kid. I don't even know about the existence of Freddy yet.
Check on the kid. I want coin!
Tric was the one who showed interest and didn't volunteer.
Well, my specialty us Wind. Wind Sphere for an explosive Wind Blast, and learning Wind Jump and Feather Fall.
Also note my interest in the job of watching a child..
I don't know why you are arguing with me about this. please stop now. My patience is somewhat frayed these days.
More talking
"Well miss Sona, I was one of the people tasked with helping get you back here after you sought to escape. In fact the title of Eater of Sorrows comes from you."
"Oh, I see. Eater of Sorrows. A poetic name. Does it mean something to you? What was the other thing you were called? Does that mean something to you?"Kongor-awakened gorilla
So what’s the deale-o here? Someone fill me in
(4) a very short Gnome - comes up to just under Kongor's knee - taps you lightly on said knee, craning his neck way back to speak up at you.
"You did come in response to the advertisement, correct? You will be paid for your services upon completion of your task. You merely need to entertain and educate our child. Rates are negotiable. Base pay is a coin a day. Death of the child will void the contract. Your own death will not void the contract. We will pay a designated beneficiary, should you choose one."I forgot - Clay birdie
hhhh. There's not really anything I can do with that. I AM a humanoid, you know.
Go find someone normal to talk to.
Also, put a link to the character sheet thread in the OP, you silly.
(2) hmm. Omega seems weirdly quiet today. best conversationalist you find appears to be a humanoid fungus that talks out of three mouths. It seems to be arguing with itself about conspiracies. You're not sure if it's insane, or if the conspiracies it discusses are legitimate.
There IS a link to the character sheet in the OP, but I'll move it for better visibility. Plus, I need to rework the OP anyway. the character sheet is a bit murky, it seems.
Jungle Feyline-
Blonde Hair, pointy ears, cat ears. Uually wears green, white, and yellow/gold. Sometimes silver too.
Approach and Introduce Myself.
"Raito Hikari, Miss Dragon."
The dragon ignores you, gorges itself on a bloody leg of meat, then looks warily in your direction, eyes flashing slightly.
The Doe known as Starker Schritt/Strong Stride:Humanoid Rat
Name: The Doe known as Starker Schritt/Strong Stride
Creature type:Living.
Race:Humanoid Rat
Size class:Medium
Age:20
Appearance:
Standing at a simple 5ft0 with creamy colored fur and two iron ring's in her right ear. This black-eyed Rat appears in relatively good shape, with a good straight posture and a well kept exterior, the flickering of a pink ratty tail ever prominent, as padded clawed pink feet pitter-patter against the ground.
Small brown foot-wraps obvious, as traveling shoes for rat's are certainly in short supply. She wears thick Padded Gambeson a simple soft aqua in color. Complete with a forest green scarf tied around their waist to act as a belt and a simple clasp made of iron holding a slightly warm cloth red cloak. Simple black cloth socks cover their lightly clawed hands holes cleanly done in them for good grasping and ease of movement.
A simple sheath resides at their right side, made of leather and silver and it holds a well-made,well balanced, keen edged short-sword fitting of her size. Her coin purse resides notably on her green scarf belt.
Magical affinity: Elemental:Water
Clothing/Inventory:
Mark of Omega.
Thick padded Aqua Gambeson. ((Armor, +1 con.))
Green Scarf used as a belt.
Iron Clasped red cloth cloak.
Two iron earring's in right ear.
Sheath made of leather and Silver.
Well-made,well balanced, Keen edged short-sword.
Beige foot-wraps.
Black sock mittens.
Some kind of coin purse to hold their money somewhere. ((Tied around scarf belt.))
Black eyes blinking slowly, nose twitching as clawed hands wrap around the blade's hilt. Flickering and examining it, the sheen reflecting in their eyes, a satisfied look overcoming their face. A confidence as it is sheathed with a clicking sound, fitting just as it needed to. Mouth opening and deep for her kind, but squeaky for many other's, she speaks.
Iron earring's softly clinking.
"Spiegellicht, this is a title warthy of you. Ganuine thanks four much help.
Relaxed, wearing their new armor. Having a new weapon equipped, lightly grooming themselves, always self conscious like most of her race about cleanliness. Black eyes seeing for a moment if they were to respond, to the naming.
Starker has bestowed the title Spiegellicht or Mirror Light upon the armorer and thanks them! They sheath their new weapon in its sheath, equip their armor and wait to see if they respond.
In a flash, you find yourself dangling two feet from the floor, in a painfully tight grip around your shoulders. The green thing is perfectly still, but it's eyes have become deep amber. Amber streaks race through it's body like slow moving lightning trails. You are shaken violently, slammed against a wall hard enough to crack a rib and leave you stunned, and held for several seconds.
"Name rejected. You do not own this."The being drops you unceremoniously in the corner and stalks back through the gate into the armory. You lay there catching your breath for minutes in the silence, only your ragged wheezing to be heard, your new possessions left where they lay.
Frederick - Crippled cyborg two-legged dragon.
Neither of them seems to be paying any attention to the food, right? Eat it, then. If it was theirs, they should have paid more attention to it. After glomphing it, examine the other two to see what they are and if I'm going to be in trouble for that.
Trouble? Freddie? For EATING? How uncharacteristically submissive. Also, you do see Kongor over there too, so now there's three! Freddie eats the food. No one seems upset. The catthing is talking to you. BRuford and the catthing have both introduced themselves at this point.
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