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  1. Tinker Smithe

    Private Tales One's True Test; One's True Purpose

    Atropa had been gone for over three months. When they returned it was to a camp of soldiers seemingly under siege. Paranoid and sleep deprived. Jumping at the slightest sound. Something had transpired and the fewer number of people around was just another hint at this fact. "Report captain...
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    Private Tales Happy, Healthy, and Well-Adjusted

    After Evie had left, Tinker had looked to some of his dolls. They saluted and marched off like the little soldiers they were. He got himself to work preparing the herbs and medicine for when she returned from her bathing. The activity made no sense to him. Cleanliness was a good thing and was...
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    Private Tales One's True Test; One's True Purpose

    Time past. Always it past. No ability to track it. No desire to track it. Tinker worked and worked and worked. Frustration grew as ideas did not. No revelation nor inspiration as to how the pitiful organics could commune with his perfect creations. No way for them to speak with them as he...
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    Private Tales Happy, Healthy, and Well-Adjusted

    Word were silence for the young man as his mind latched onto the current objective more tightly than the welding of steel. Odd how it always did that. Usually when he was making something of purpose or learning of something entirely new. Only it existed for him with any interruption being...
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    Private Tales One's True Test; One's True Purpose

    It was a blur. Organizing his workspace. Setting up his room. Awakening his creations. Releasing his companions. All of it a big blob of sameness in his memory that invoked feelings more than coherent images. Vague flashes of Atropa speaking then no one else but him existing in the space...
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    Private Tales Happy, Healthy, and Well-Adjusted

    For once Evie wasn't being the biggest pain in his ass and actually listened to him. Good. Hopefully she stayed like this. The injury was upon her torso and from her commands (already slipping backwards into being a pain) it seemed he would need to remove her tunic for her. Shame. She could do...
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    Private Tales Happy, Healthy, and Well-Adjusted

    Blood. Gross. Touching. Disgusting. These were the kinds of things Tinker hated. Organics were vile, filthy things. Always secreting something. Always something dirty on their skin. But he wasn't bothered by those things right now. Evie would be more bothersome if he let something happen to...
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    Private Tales Happy, Healthy, and Well-Adjusted

    Twang! Grrrh. Twang! Grrrh. Twang! Grrrh. Tinker sighed as he slide his hammer into its place on the anvil. The piece of metal already ruined by his body's insistent demands for sustenance. Weak. Pathetic. Illogical. This was why he hated being human. Better a golem that needed nothing more...
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    Private Tales One's True Test; One's True Purpose

    Underground springs lined with gray moss, biofluorescent fungi, and pale red vines were scattered about the room or cavern at the end of the steps. Echoes of water flowing from their pools into streams seemingly absorbed into the dense stone. Tiny scratches from blind or nearly so critters as...
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    Private Tales One's True Test; One's True Purpose

    Old stone. Aged moss. Springs clear bubbling into cracked fountains blank sculptor filled. Ancient Anirian city broken by the elves during the first or perhaps second war. Abandoned. Forgotten. Scarred. Tinker felt at home. Atropa guided the young man into the city's heart. A stairwell going...
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    Private Tales One's True Test; One's True Purpose

    Graduation. That most anxious and exciting time for Dreadlord Initiates. All that time dedicated to missions and study and training. All of it for this singular event. To break forth from one's cocoon and emerge a full Dreadlord.... Tinker was unaware. Apathetic to the shared dream of his so...
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    Dreadlords Hammer and Anvil

    He was being left alone. No one was paying attention. Tinker would be overjoyed if he was not focused on drawing a circle within a circle over and over and over and over and over and over and over again into the dirt. What was Atropa trying to test him over? What was he being taught? Not a...
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    Dreadlords Hammer and Anvil

    Basic tent went up quickly. Blanket covered ground. Bedroll over blanket. Rest of his bags placed around bedroll. Tinker was done. The others hopefully were as well. Not that he cared all that much if they were. Be their problem not his if they didn't have shelter for the night. He didn't even...
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    Fable - Ask The Only Thing They Fear Is You

    The hammer he had picked up felt off. While his opponent was decided for him he took a moment to study it over. A few taps and swings with it told him everything he needed to know. The person in charge of equipment here needed to be hung. It was in a very shoddy state. Rust on the metal. The...
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    Dreadlords Hammer and Anvil

    The woods. Horrible place made up of organic life. The trees were fine. They were useful. Everything else was not. Vines. Bushes. Birds. Squirrels. Worthless. All of them worthless. If not for the moss, ferns, and little friends skittering around beneath it all he would truly detest such an...