Recent content by The Construct

The Construct looked a bit puzzled when the man extended out his arm, but took it and quickly discovered Leon Vargas was helping it up. The Construct would rise to a stand, but Leon would find the construct quite heavy. A suit of platemail, but a little bit thicker. Upon rising the Construct...

"It is fortunate we've found it." The horse whinnied as Leon petted against it. The Construct had never ridden a horse, finding them to be a bit . . . peculiar, and worried about his weight. Then again, horses carried knights in armor right? And carried supplies? The construct thought for a...

Vel Anir. The Construct heard that name before. The Maesters at Elbion spoke of them. A nation filled with battlemages, and no respect for decorum, if it remembered correctly. Dangerous stuff, all told. "There is a need for every talent." The Construct responded to Leon Vargas . It's voice...

"Yeah, yeah. The Bright Lord and I are tight. I sing his praises. Now help me!" The bandit cried to Leon Vargas. His words were quick. Pained. The Construct doubted any conversion of the bandit's purpose, but perhaps the man had seen a change of purpose. He would leave judgement to Leon. He...

The horse did not like the Construct helping it up. Likely because it had toppled the beast over, but the Construct also figured it didn't prefer the heat of the Construct's metal. Leon seemed to be able to calm the beast much more effectively. The Construct let him deal with the horse, and went...

The construct, brutishly pummeling one of the bandits, would not see or feel Leon's magic strengths. The sound that erupted however, garnered the Construct's attention. That was magic. Turning around the construct witnessed shards of glass form in the sand and thrust outwards, shredding through...

"Here that, he wants to sing for us." One of the bandits first chuckled at Leon's words, then drew a scimitar as the priest's words began to threaten him. "I'll not take cross words from a man of the cloth!" Their bowman cried, and his hand went swiftly to his bow string. The Construct tried...

"Very well." The Construct replied, not pushing or questioning Leon's decision. Leon undoubtedly held more knowledge on fledgling healing, so the Construct deferred to his expertise. The next five days would pass uneventfully, save for the occasional find of a cactus or therak lizard. The...

Leon would awake to find the Construct thrusting it's knife into a cactus and siphoning it's water into a skin. It had been a profitable venture for the Construct thusfar, but now with a fleshling companion it would become much more necessary. "You've awaken." The construct would note in a...

The priest gave the Construct's argument credit, but also painted a bit more romanticized picture. The Construct saw Leon Vargas's point and agreed, but also wondered. It would not be here today were it not for Elbion College. Did the Construct owe Elbion for it's life? It was an unpleasant...

Prayer the Construct did not understand. It seemed to be an ornate way of giving thanks, without the other present. Perhaps there was something else it was missing. Works however, the Construct did understand. A creature's work had value, and the results of their craft could keep others fed...

The priest's answer was immediate. The Construct wondered if this spoke to his forethought at the question, or as a measure of his devoutness. Still, his logic was understandable. If Leon valued the benefit of the Cartographer's Quill more than the suffering of capture, then his capture would...

The Construct pondered the priest's words. Mortal representation of God? The idea puzzled the Construct. If the Bright Lord was immortal, why would he want a mortal representation? What benefit did a deathless being have from the fleshlings? "That answers questions, but unveils others." The...

A Chantry? The Construct tried to recall, but couldn't remember if there was such a thing when it traveled through Tel Madu. "That would be most generous of you." The Construct replied, not sure how to express his thanks. Sea travel would save valuable time. Being a priest certainly had it's...

The Construct's continued to put up the shelter, but noted the priest's smile, then his hesitation. He watched as Leon processed the danger of the journey. Then he offered to change his clothes, and responded that he needed to do this. For some reason that comforted the Construct. It didn't...