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Eventually, they reached the "somewhere" the cloaked magician wanted to guide them to, and- oh well. It was really a tavern. Oh well... Right, the granite creature would wait to see what the others were going to do. If they asked food, he was going to ask food as well. The gluttony was kicking...

Late reply Xb I really hope I'm not reviving a dead post... Anyhow, based on what you described, your character seems really interesting! Right now, I only have one character, Argós, who is a traveler golem whose primary goal is to survive. There are many things about him which I'm still...

The granite golem quietly observed as the armored sorcerer presented his part of the deal. It was curious - if Seretha (that was the cloaked woman's name, as it appeared; that, or Vaezhasar confused himself) accepted it, Argós was going to have a work colleague who was probably two or more times...

Well, it seemed like things turned out a little bit differently, didn't it? Contrary to the granite creature's belief, the intimidating staff holder didn't attack or threaten the group. The armored sorcerer actually looked like a somewhat polite person - or polite enough to not just start a...

Things were starting to roll. After the stranger revealed her intention to go... somewhere (she didn't specify where, perhaps it was the tavern they were talking about so far?), the golem nodded again, this time, a short, fast nod. Then the woman started to guide the granite creature to the...

Right. Nobody would do a job interview with someone else out in the open. The granite creature had already seen cases when that happened, but, usually speaking, those sort of jobs weren't as strict with hiring procedures as the others. Sometimes, someone would just want his strength to carry...

That was when his thoughts got interrupted by a figure that suddenly appeared in front of him, looking directly at his eye. The granite creature momentarily got spooked; it wasn't everyday that a stranger would decide to interrupt you walking to announce something. Big urban centers were...

"Deal?" "Deal!" And this was how the last pieces of mahogany wood in Argós' backpack magically got turned into a bunch of coins. The rich merchant was really happy with the purchase, he had to hold his top hat so that it didn't fall off. It was an excellent trade which would be able to...

Argós had the small impression that the stranger wasn't going to play fair. Why, it's the gem you're holding in this exact moment! What else would it be?! However, it was just a small impression, and the golem repeated, pointing at the precious stone this time: "The gem you're holding right...

That made sense. Even Argós, a golem who was constantly busy with mining ores or selling gems, wished there was more than one exercise per day. Before the "Daily mathematical exercises to annoy you throughout one year", there were other books, and it was very common for him to get multiple...

If life had a soundtrack, Beethoven's "Rage over a lost penny" would be probably be playing at that moment. That's because there's no fitting piece for when something of high value is lost in the streets. "Where?!" The fast speed of the music, its' cartoonish feel, its' aspect is that of a...

Argós took the book from Nuir's hand in a normal pace. However, his eye (yes, eye) was visibly anxious. For the stone golem, it was almost as if one of his secrets had been revealed, even though that book was far from being a secret. Hidden would be a better term for it, since, in the cities, he...

Right. Argós wasn't very specific enough. The golem knew he wasn't very good with words or interpreting the daily people's words. Probably because words weren't how he would get to the next day... Though, that affirmation had its' problems. That's because he did know how to read; in fact, he...

The stone golem became even more fascinated with the elf. Argós had a somewhat wonder-like curiosity over magic; it was alien, not alien enough to seem horrifying, but alien enough to catch his attention. Magic was like a dancing light that changes colors in the the middle of the dark, distant...

A healer... Well, that guess was somewhat close, wasn't it? Argós little did know about the job, but what he did know (and, potentially, what everyone did know) was that healers used quite a lot of different types of plants. They have plants for this, plants for that; seemly everything could be...