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| [O] The Tinker Shop | |
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| Topic Started: Fri Jul 30, 2010 5:31 pm (102 Views) | |
| WampusTilmak | Fri Jul 30, 2010 5:31 pm Post #1 |
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From the outside, the building seemed broken down and condemed. A small trail of smoke was rising from the roof, but it was not from a furnace or the like. Inside the building, cluter was everywhere. In one corner, there was what looked to be piles of bowls with varying sizes and shapes. They were tossed about as if someone had recently been searching through them, looking for something. In another corner, pipes were leaning up against the wall, mostly. Some of them had fallen, and others had rolled away from the lot, coming to rest with other more piles of what seemed like jump. If one listened carefully, however, there was another room inside, harder to distinguish among all the clutter, where grunts and sensless mumblings could be heard. Inside this room was the gnome, Wampus Tilmak. He had just moved to the village in hopes of setting up a shop to attempt to sell his tinkered creations, but without much luck. It had been a week since he arrived, and no one had even entered his shop yet. |
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| Silvius | Sat Jul 31, 2010 5:10 am Post #2 |
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Kellen was definitely an interesting place to Silvius. It was worth exploring, which was the main reason the young Aasimar was here in the first place. While looking for an inn or even perhaps a tavern, the shy male came across a different building. An old, and rather damaged sign that hung in front caught his attention. It seemed to be a tinker shop of sorts. Though, when he entered the shop, he scanned the area, getting a general feel of his surroundings. It was cluttered, and rather poorly maintained in his opinion. He couldn't see anyone, unsure if it was because the owner, which was usually a dwarf in these kinds of shops, was just hiding somewhere. Or perhaps even busy? The smoke rising from the roof gave Silvius that idea. Though his curiosity lead him further inside, tripping over a few objects sprawled across the floor. An annoyed sigh came from Silvius, tilting his head as his eyes fell upon an interesting contraption. Naturally, he began to toy with it, pressing and prodding at the odd machine. Of course, curiosity usually killed the cat - or at least harmed it in some way. Something sprung off, hitting him in the face. The object fell apart to his feet, the heavy metal crashing down on his feet. "Ah, shi - " He cursed under his breath, limping towards the door. If someone was in here, they were sure to hear the loud ruckus and wouldn't be happy to find the broken object. Though, Silvius was moving slowly - he was sure he had drawn blood and busted his toes. |
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| WampusTilmak | Mon Aug 2, 2010 12:40 pm Post #3 |
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In the midst of pushing a cog over the spring of his latest contraption, and synching it into place, Wampus heard a noise in the main lobby. Customers! he thought to himself. He grabbed a nearby rag and wiped his hands and face clean. Being dirty itself, the best the rag did was smuge the oils and grease around. Upon entering the lobby, he saw a man over twice his height - which was very much the norm for a gnome - on the floor. Wampus's failed attempt of reproducing a Gizmoto Device was on the floor in pieces. Wampus held his breath for a second, to keep himself from getting terribly upset at the man, while making a metal note to himself to put up a sign about touching his things -- though to be honest, it was hard to move around in the place without touching something, unless you were the size of a gnome. Wampus quickly picked up the pieces sprawled across the ground and put them in yet another pile. Terribly sorry about that sir. Some of these things are, dare I say, more picky about being touched and poked than others. Are you alright? |
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