New horizonsAmong the smallest of the new visitors was a little rust-colored reptile. Just under a meter in height and dressed simply, in heavy cotton with thick leather gloves and boots, a welder's apron covering her front and smoked-glass goggles resting, for the moment, atop her head- and she was nothing short of ecstatic.
There were things she'd thought about here, conceptualized, dreamed of but completely lacked the knowing to acheive- there was gold here, used to conduct lightning, without so much as a spark of magic needed- aluminium in spades which boggled the mind-
Rivers of liquid that had to be colder than any ice she'd ever seen, liquids her arcanist's lenses identified as nitrogen- nitrogen! In liquid form! The things she could do with this, the things she could make.
The kobold wandered, instead of any particular direction, following whatever piqued her interest, sketching and noting everything in a grease-stained little notebook, only for a shriek to pierce the air (and ears of any unfortunate bystanders) as a little construct zipped by her feet-
And far from fear, the noise was clearly one of glee, as she bent down to scoop up the little robot with an expression not dissimilar to that of a child having found the world's most interesting toy. "Look at you! what d'you do, an' who made you- an' the legs! Look at' little legs, ohhh, you're a precious little construct, aren't ye-"
This could go on for some time.
▶ KOBOLD SPACE PROGRAM
The universe's biggest candy shopTok had been at this for hours, and she hadn't even got to the building yet. Her little leather notebook was rapidly running out of room, and she was absorbing the information being presented faster, almost, than it could be presented-
These were ships. Ships that could fly through space, thousands of times faster than even elemental airships could fly, made of materials and using fuels that threw every calculation and formula she had out of alignment. And they were going to let her just... have one?
As many as there were, the impossible amount of resources this all would've taken to make, it threw every expectation out the window. Things to take into account- engines, fuels, the shape of the crafts themselves-
She flipped a page in her journal and found- nothing. The back cover. She'd used the last page.
"Anybody got a spare notebook? Few pages in't back of a journal? Bit o' napkin they ain't used yet? Bugger me, I left all me spares back at 'ome..."
▶ CYBOLD CENTERFOLD
Top 10 photos taken seconds before disaster-Working out the tablets had taken a minute, but to her credit- Tok was a quick learner. Tell me a little about yourself. Ey up, all! My mates call me Tok. Anybody else from Sharn, or is that just me? Anyroad, I'm an engineer. I build things- mostly clockworks and golems, but I'm all over, me. Never thought I'd be building an airship as could see the stars, but just goes to show you, I suppose. Even if we don't find this treasure, I tell you, I'm going home with enough knowing to revolutionize just about every field I could touch, once I work out how it's all done.
Are you a LEADER or a FOLLOWER? I'd prefer to work with folk what are on equal standing with me, but when folk don't know what to do, I don't mind taking charge. Sometimes you've got to lead by example!
What is your best feature? I'd have to pick the ones I built myself, if you take my meaning.
What had followed, unfortunately, was a three-image sequence- -A rust-scaled kobold in her underthings, both arms and one leg crafted, seemingly, of brass and steel, moving like clockwork, with a second leg on the table in front of her, seemingly under maintenance. -The same kobold frozen mid-shriek, reaching out of frame for something. -The very same kobold pointing an almost comically-oversized cannon at the camera, a crackle of electricity running the length of the barrel.
And, not much later, another post.
Anybody know how to erase this? I'd have liked to be told, if anyone was gonna be taking a portrait of me in my knickers.
Tok || D&D OC || OTA
New horizons
Among the smallest of the new visitors was a little rust-colored reptile. Just under a meter in height and dressed simply, in heavy cotton with thick leather gloves and boots, a welder's apron covering her front and smoked-glass goggles resting, for the moment, atop her head- and she was nothing short of ecstatic.
There were things she'd thought about here, conceptualized, dreamed of but completely lacked the knowing to acheive- there was gold here, used to conduct lightning, without so much as a spark of magic needed- aluminium in spades which boggled the mind-
Rivers of liquid that had to be colder than any ice she'd ever seen, liquids her arcanist's lenses identified as nitrogen- nitrogen! In liquid form! The things she could do with this, the things she could make.
The kobold wandered, instead of any particular direction, following whatever piqued her interest, sketching and noting everything in a grease-stained little notebook, only for a shriek to pierce the air (and ears of any unfortunate bystanders) as a little construct zipped by her feet-
And far from fear, the noise was clearly one of glee, as she bent down to scoop up the little robot with an expression not dissimilar to that of a child having found the world's most interesting toy. "Look at you! what d'you do, an' who made you- an' the legs! Look at' little legs, ohhh, you're a precious little construct, aren't ye-"
This could go on for some time.
▶ KOBOLD SPACE PROGRAM
The universe's biggest candy shop
Tok had been at this for hours, and she hadn't even got to the building yet. Her little leather notebook was rapidly running out of room, and she was absorbing the information being presented faster, almost, than it could be presented-
These were ships. Ships that could fly through space, thousands of times faster than even elemental airships could fly, made of materials and using fuels that threw every calculation and formula she had out of alignment. And they were going to let her just... have one?
As many as there were, the impossible amount of resources this all would've taken to make, it threw every expectation out the window. Things to take into account- engines, fuels, the shape of the crafts themselves-
She flipped a page in her journal and found- nothing. The back cover. She'd used the last page.
"Anybody got a spare notebook? Few pages in't back of a journal? Bit o' napkin they ain't used yet? Bugger me, I left all me spares back at 'ome..."
▶ CYBOLD CENTERFOLD
Top 10 photos taken seconds before disaster-
Working out the tablets had taken a minute, but to her credit- Tok was a quick learner.
Tell me a little about yourself.
Ey up, all! My mates call me Tok. Anybody else from Sharn, or is that just me?
Anyroad, I'm an engineer. I build things- mostly clockworks and golems, but I'm all over, me. Never thought I'd be building an airship as could see the stars, but just goes to show you, I suppose. Even if we don't find this treasure, I tell you, I'm going home with enough knowing to revolutionize just about every field I could touch, once I work out how it's all done.
Are you a LEADER or a FOLLOWER?
I'd prefer to work with folk what are on equal standing with me, but when folk don't know what to do, I don't mind taking charge. Sometimes you've got to lead by example!
What is your best feature?
I'd have to pick the ones I built myself, if you take my meaning.
What had followed, unfortunately, was a three-image sequence-
-A rust-scaled kobold in her underthings, both arms and one leg crafted, seemingly, of brass and steel, moving like clockwork, with a second leg on the table in front of her, seemingly under maintenance.
-The same kobold frozen mid-shriek, reaching out of frame for something.
-The very same kobold pointing an almost comically-oversized cannon at the camera, a crackle of electricity running the length of the barrel.
And, not much later, another post.
Anybody know how to erase this? I'd have liked to be told, if anyone was gonna be taking a portrait of me in my knickers.