Artificer Attempting to Repair Dying Cyborg Companion
Sweat beads across the artificer’s furrowed brow as they work, crouched over their...
Sweat beads across the artificer’s furrowed brow as they work, crouched over their...
Artificer, Cybernetics, Event, Repair, Scene request, Warforged
I see the attack coming and I know I’m dead meat—what meat is left, anyway. Almost...
Like a boar rooting in the dirt, I lean forward, the [weapon]’s end near the...
With two fingers of each hand I sweep the air in whorls and arcs, touching my...
The action of loading my [weapon] has become so automatic I could recite a poem at...
I close with my opponent and take hold of the danger, my hands like vices trapping an...
Like the snake that spits before striking, I too can stop an enemy with a swift throw of...
I hold my [weapon] in ready position, next to my ear, as if it is telling me...
My swing has one purpose—to crash through any protection and into whatever passes for...
I take the aspect of a monster: arms bowed at my sides, hands crooked open like claws,...