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fandomtownies2019-08-01 07:29 am
built_fjord_tough) wrote in fandomtownies2019-08-01 07:29 am
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Blackstone Foundry and Forge, Thursday
Where the hell the mushrooms had come from overnight was beyond Fjord. He'd woken up today, realized it was a Thursday (beyond all probability lately, it seemed), and had set out to work, only to almost plummet to his goddamn doom one step out of the hotel.
...
So, mushrooms. And platforms suspended on nothing that dropped if they reached the end of their... chains? Ropes? It was hard to tell with this much in pixel.
When he finally made it to work, he was holding a turtle shell under one arm and his armor was red and white, but the fireballs were kind of redundant when he could already throw eldritch blasts around like they were nothing.
So, to work?
At least the fireballs were good for heating up the forge, he supposed, setting the turtle shell down gently on a counter so it didn't go sliding around the room.
[OOC: I am conscious what. Not likely to last but openish!]
...
So, mushrooms. And platforms suspended on nothing that dropped if they reached the end of their... chains? Ropes? It was hard to tell with this much in pixel.
When he finally made it to work, he was holding a turtle shell under one arm and his armor was red and white, but the fireballs were kind of redundant when he could already throw eldritch blasts around like they were nothing.
So, to work?
At least the fireballs were good for heating up the forge, he supposed, setting the turtle shell down gently on a counter so it didn't go sliding around the room.
[OOC: I am conscious what. Not likely to last but openish!]