Artifice and Apprenticeship [Maximillion] Jun 19, 2015 9:59:41 GMT -7
Post by Nascent on Jun 19, 2015 9:59:41 GMT -7
It was the kind of place that all the locals knew of but would only begrudgingly give directions to, the kind of house that small children would dare each other to knock on the door of and then scamper away screaming from at the slightest sound. To call the artificer's abode an unusual building would be like calling a castle a lookout post or calling an ocean "mildly damp"; it was a bizarre patchwork structure that looked as though it had once been a humble cottage but been added onto and rebuilt in parts and fits over several years until it achieved its current sprawling, unruly state. Half a dozen chimneys sprouted from its meandering, curved, and oft-patched up slate rooftop, and three of those chimneys seemed to be in use at the same time; one vented great clouds of puffy white steam skyward, another belched the oily black fumes one would expect of a smelter or a forge, and the third... whatever it was releasing was wispy grey-green and rose skyward in a steady column. A good half of the windows, which were placed erratically, revealed heavy iron shutters sealing them off from the inside, while the other half were a mix of normal glass-less windows and strangely-hued sheets of some unknown material, looking like layers of thick paper and mesh treated with unknown oils to make them semi-transparent and hardened with resin. The walls, too, defied regularity -- some were wood, others stone, and much of it patched with brick and plaster -- and where there was paint it was an off-grey that seemed to be placed more for weatherproofing than for its hue. A large balcony on the second floor looked to the east and there was but a single entry on the main level, a door of dark-hued wood with a sliding view port and a heavy black-iron knocker of a simple, adorned design.
This, then was the home of the Artificer-Eccentric who had been advertising in Vale for an assistant. The rumors said that the man who lived here was many things: a master of working with Quints, a tinkerer and machinist,... a lunatic. Certainly, the condition of his home didn't speak to an ordinary mind. And, as if to confirm this as the place advertised, one of the selfsame posters that peppered Vale was affixed to the front door with the words "Knock Seven Times" written in messy script towards the bottom.