<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/ZozPxI4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><del>Serana Strode</del>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2697354) Josephine<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Human<br/><strong>Age:</strong>19<br/><strong>Class:</strong>lv.3 Artificer<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Adventurer<br/><hr/><strong>HP:</strong>24/24 -<strong>AC:</strong>18 -<strong>Initiative:</strong>1 -<strong>Passive Perception:</strong>14<br/><strong>Infusions: </strong>Bag of Holding, Goggles of Night -<strong>Arcane Armor:</strong>Infiltrator -<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">lv.1 2/3<br/>-Magic Missile<br/>-Thunderwave<br/>-Cure Wounds<br/>-Catapult<br/>-Identify<br/>-Purify Food and Drink<br/>-Jim's Magic Missile (free cast per long rest 0/1)<br/>-Hex (free cast per long rest 0/1)<br/>-Misty Step (free cast per long rest 1/1)</div></div><br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Action:</strong>Working on prosthetic limbs: 9 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=161633) points of progress, (expending 200 gold for materials upfront)<br/><hr/><br/>Serana assures the handyman that the small forge will be more than enough, her specialized tools would easily make up for the lack of proper installation. His advice to rest, however, was ignored, as the Princess wasted no time throwing herself into her work, not even sticking around as the others started preparing for dinner. It would take some time to fully perfect the prosthetic limbs she had in mind, but first and foremost she needed the raw materials, alloyed metal hammered into the rough shapes and dimensions she'd need. Once she had the building blocks she'd be able to tinker with them pretty much anywhere, but this first step required a forge, so she'd have to get all of it done at once if possible.<br/><br/>A steady *TINK* *TINK* *TINK* chimed down the street as Serana hammered away at white hot metal. It was an alloy of steel, mithril, and gold. Steel to make up the bulk and give structure, mithril to lessen the weight and provide flexibility to the more intricate parts, and gold to act as a conductor for both the magic that would fuel the prosthetic's mobility and the electricity transmitted from the wearer's nervous system. By tuning the prosthetic to their nervous system it would allow the new limb to act just as their original part, the metal "muscles" engaged in the exact same way their real muscles were. This not only gave the wearer full mobility and fine motor control, but the feedback to their nerves would also piggyback on their "phantom limb" sensation to make the new limb feel "real".<br/><br/>Needless to say the alloy wasn't cheap to make, she had to literally burn the gold from her own pockets to make it, but fortunately the group had recently come into a fair amount of money, so it would not be missed.<br/><br/>Unless interrupted, Serana would spend the next several hours toiling away at the forge. It was hot, sweaty, demanding work, but not anything she was unaccustomed to. In a way it was almost like mediation; strangely soothing. For as complex as the process might seem to most, for her it was simple, routine. Melt the metal. Fill the molds. Pound the pieces into shape and then piece them together like a puzzle. It was all angles and numbers, nothing that needed to be pondered or debated, no moral complexity, no life or death stakes, no other people to deal with. It was just her and the metal, the only thing that truly understood her, accepted her, molded to her desires without pause, allowed itself to be shaped to meet her needs without complaint, always supportive, always loyal, never asking for anything in return, and all without a word shared between them. It was the type of relationship that couldn't be forged between two living people, not completely anyways. Perhaps that was for the best though, it was not the most even relationship by human standards.<br/><br/>And beyond all that the work gave her something to focus on, something to fill her mind to keep everything else from flooding in, just as Ionli had said.