Origin Story: The Story of Hephaestas, Part 6

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A lone dwarf sat in the corner of the appropriately named Drowning Sorrows Inn. Five empty mugs sat in front of the Dwarf, who was half asleep and slumped against the wall. Hephaestas walked up to the intoxicated dwarf and put on a scolding look.
“You know, last time I saw you, you told me you were going to keep it down to three mugs at most.” he began at the dwarf.

The lump of hair and mass stirred and began to speak, slurring his words as he did.

“Ahh, you’s sound juss lik’ this Forge-Folk I once knew, he owes me a boat that he does! An’ ish wasssnt fiiive – I’s only had t-t-twwo!” the creature forcefully whispered, hiccuping small icy cold breaths as he slurred his way to the end of the sentence.

“Oh, is that so? Barri I did give you a boat, that’s why I’m here.”

“An who er’ you’s? I ‘ave noo boat.”

“Oh Khyber’s sake man…”

Hephaestas popped up a vial from his breastplate pocket, emergency condensed Oilspresso, potent stuff. For should he ever feel so inclined, Glaive had sent it to him as a Festivault gift last Winter – or, maybe it was longer…eh, that didn’t matter. This stuff never expired. The tinkerer flicked his wrist and a small pneumatic spray bottle clicked out of his hand. Loading the Oilspresso container, he reached out and grabbed the (smelly) dwarf’s head, opened his mouth, pointed the device into his mouth and in one sturdy click, launched 20cc’s of some of the strongest and purest Oilspresso Hephaestas had… well, never had the chance to have.

OI! I’dna think ye had to do THAT now, eh!?! Molin’s BEARD maan. Now THERE’S a kick!”

The red bearded dwarf looked up at his current irritater.

“Hooo mah sake’s alive, could ya be? Ist dat reeealy yeeh?” the small man exclaimed in his heavy dwarven accent.

“It is good to see you again, Barri. I had hoped you’d be a little more sober these days but uh…. hang on, did you say you LOST the boat I gave you??” The alchemist lashed. Continue reading “Origin Story: The Story of Hephaestas, Part 6”


Origin Story: The Story of Hephaestas, Part 5

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“Oh you’re magnificent. ” the Warforged Artificer exclaimed as he finally finished the three clockwork creatures. “I’ll name you two Perdix and Icarus,” he said to the two Defenders, crafted in the likeness of canine forms. “And you, ya little fireball,” he began to the miniature golem, who was currently busy beating up the remnants of a lifeless Modron form Hephaestas had planned to one day study. “You shall be called Daedalus, and aid me in my workshop.” The pint-sized golem turned and looked at his creator, gave a questioning look (as much as a featureless golem can) and bounced over to him. “Yes, very good, bounce around my little friend. I’ll begin attuning a docent for you, to better control your…abilities, before you learn all I gave you.” The smith chuckled to himself. Yeah, there certainly would be some growing pains as he and his new creations learned how to work together. He sat back in a chair. He wasn’t tired, no. Fatigue was something he learned about decades ago, a sickness that plagued the creatures of flesh. No, the word he was searching for was more or less drained. He was drained of magic, and of course of some resources. He needed to wait a little while for his abilities to reach full potency again.

Ahh well, he thought, I’ve got some time to kill. An oilspresso sounded like a fine pick-me-up, and he’d earned it.

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Origin Story: The Story of Hephaestas, Part 4

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After no small amount of chatter and diplomacy with the Magewrights of House Cannith about his long absence, he finally made it to the Fernian Conduit Floor. His floor. Hot as it ever was, the sheer manifestation of the plane of Fernia, somewhat artificially produced, but powerful all the same – warmed him to his very core.

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The Story of Hephaestas, Part 1

Backstory of Hephaestas, “Smith of the Gods”

Unsure of how old he is… he is a he, yes? He isn’t even sure of that anymore – his cerebral mainframe has had the need to delete any information deemed impractical or unhelpful in order to store more data on what he is programmed at his core to do.

Smith. Invent. Create.

All he remembers is he has devoted himself to learning any new secrets to the science of magic and metallurgy. But lets turn back a page or two…

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