Workshops, Brass Bolts by Steam-Powered-Punk, literature
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Workshops, Brass Bolts
It had been four days since he had met with Vontruss in his office, and three days since he had started building his Steam-mobile. He had spent his first day improving the design. He had changed the gears around, made the govenor on the steam engine adjustable, and added comparments to the side. He had started building on the second day, waxing out some decorations on sheets of copper, along with some gears on thicker sheets, and put them in an acid bath. After that he had started machining the frame, making the main part out of strips of wrought iron hammer into shape. The next day he had installed a ready made steam engine, and started t
Jango woke up, feeling confused about the unfamiliar surroundings, instead of his usual cramped quarters off his workshops, covered in grease and grime, with blueprints on the walls and invention on the desk. He was in a large, if plain room, with benches around the walls and a small table near the door, it was relatively clean, if a bit dusty and there was a simple breakfast on the table.
Comprehesion flooded through him, he remebered the recruit by the Duke, and his midnight rendvous, he also remeber his deadline. Getting out of bed, he dressed in a set of overalls and wolfed down the meager breakfast. Then he went to locate the workshop
Workshops, A new Beginning by Steam-Powered-Punk, literature
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Workshops, A new Beginning
Jango made his way silently through the dark streets of Horass, guided by his ever present companion. Readjusting his pack he squared his shoulders as the Dukes Castle came into view.
It was a imposing building, made of stone and metal in the style of a castle, all aches and gargoyles. Jango would have been impressed had he not already seen hundreds of buildings just like this, belonging to other nobles.
They made there slow and steady way toward the Dukes Dining hall, where the man himself was just finishing off banquet, accompanied by several beautiful skimpily dressed women competeing for his attention.
"Ah Mr. Jango, its so nice to se
Workshop, the Recruitment by Steam-Powered-Punk, literature
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Workshop, the Recruitment
Jango plodded through the rough foilage covering the ridge as he made his way toward Horass, which was situated in the north-west of Hazaria, he had been travelling for three days, keeping away from the well travelled areas and keeping to the side roads. As much out of natural shyness than caution.
He had slept rough the previous nights and was looking forward to arriving in Horass that night, where he would meet with one of the dukes men in a preproposed location. And he was nearly there, Horass was just over the ridge, and he contented himself with visions of food and wine and a soft bed.
Walking through the rough alleys of Horass' Capit
Workshops, The Exit by Steam-Powered-Punk, literature
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Workshops, The Exit
Jango packed his meager materials in a beaten up back pack, making sure that each tool was nice and snug, He also pack his left over metals, placing copper sheets and steel wire gently in the pockets.
Finally he sold his steam-car to another artisan, who promised not to reveal it till tommorow,
"That should give me plenty of time," He thought as he left via the back exit, heading toward the western gates.
OPn his way to the gates, a hooded figure ran up behind him and whispered in his ear
"Its Era, I saw the card and wanted to wish you good bye"
Jango smiled, he had soft spot for Era, who was apprenticed to one of the top floor Artisa
In the Great workshops of Hazaria, where the best artisans and crafters came to work and create. Where the wealthiest Patrons searched eagerly for new people to enhance their status and reputation. Throughout the sprawling layerz of the Workshops mamny great minds resided, Artists, smiths, writers, poets and architects all found a berth, even a few animal trainers lurked in corners, ready to amaze.
Jango inhabited one of the shops on the bottom level, after inheriting it from his mentor who had adopted him off the streets, he had had to scrounge and borrow scraps of metal, but the results had spoken for themselves. After making things for t
In the Great workshops of Hazaria, where the best artisans and crafters came to work and create. Where the wealthiest Patrons searched eagerly for new people to enhance their status and reputation. Throughout the sprawling layerz of the Workshops mamny great minds resided, Artists, smiths, writers, poets and architects all found a berth, even a few animal trainers lurked in corners, ready to amaze.
Jango inhabited one of the shops on the bottom level, after inheriting it from his mentor who had adopted him off the streets, he had had to scrounge and borrow scraps of metal, but the results had spoken for themselves. After making things for t
Workshops, The Exit by Steam-Powered-Punk, literature
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Workshops, The Exit
Jango packed his meager materials in a beaten up back pack, making sure that each tool was nice and snug, He also pack his left over metals, placing copper sheets and steel wire gently in the pockets.
Finally he sold his steam-car to another artisan, who promised not to reveal it till tommorow,
"That should give me plenty of time," He thought as he left via the back exit, heading toward the western gates.
OPn his way to the gates, a hooded figure ran up behind him and whispered in his ear
"Its Era, I saw the card and wanted to wish you good bye"
Jango smiled, he had soft spot for Era, who was apprenticed to one of the top floor Artisa
Workshop, the Recruitment by Steam-Powered-Punk, literature
Literature
Workshop, the Recruitment
Jango plodded through the rough foilage covering the ridge as he made his way toward Horass, which was situated in the north-west of Hazaria, he had been travelling for three days, keeping away from the well travelled areas and keeping to the side roads. As much out of natural shyness than caution.
He had slept rough the previous nights and was looking forward to arriving in Horass that night, where he would meet with one of the dukes men in a preproposed location. And he was nearly there, Horass was just over the ridge, and he contented himself with visions of food and wine and a soft bed.
Walking through the rough alleys of Horass' Capit
Workshops, A new Beginning by Steam-Powered-Punk, literature
Literature
Workshops, A new Beginning
Jango made his way silently through the dark streets of Horass, guided by his ever present companion. Readjusting his pack he squared his shoulders as the Dukes Castle came into view.
It was a imposing building, made of stone and metal in the style of a castle, all aches and gargoyles. Jango would have been impressed had he not already seen hundreds of buildings just like this, belonging to other nobles.
They made there slow and steady way toward the Dukes Dining hall, where the man himself was just finishing off banquet, accompanied by several beautiful skimpily dressed women competeing for his attention.
"Ah Mr. Jango, its so nice to se
Jango woke up, feeling confused about the unfamiliar surroundings, instead of his usual cramped quarters off his workshops, covered in grease and grime, with blueprints on the walls and invention on the desk. He was in a large, if plain room, with benches around the walls and a small table near the door, it was relatively clean, if a bit dusty and there was a simple breakfast on the table.
Comprehesion flooded through him, he remebered the recruit by the Duke, and his midnight rendvous, he also remeber his deadline. Getting out of bed, he dressed in a set of overalls and wolfed down the meager breakfast. Then he went to locate the workshop
Workshops, Brass Bolts by Steam-Powered-Punk, literature
Literature
Workshops, Brass Bolts
It had been four days since he had met with Vontruss in his office, and three days since he had started building his Steam-mobile. He had spent his first day improving the design. He had changed the gears around, made the govenor on the steam engine adjustable, and added comparments to the side. He had started building on the second day, waxing out some decorations on sheets of copper, along with some gears on thicker sheets, and put them in an acid bath. After that he had started machining the frame, making the main part out of strips of wrought iron hammer into shape. The next day he had installed a ready made steam engine, and started t
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