Active [Clockhaven - Widersia] Lend Me a Hand

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DragonSlayer57 | Hunter - RP Goals: Get rid of the [Maimed] title and replace the lost arm with a prosthetic arm

Clockhaven
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The bustling city of Clockhaven stretched beneath a haze of clockwork steam and the hum of scientific machinery. Towering spires of brass and steel glinted in the fading sunlight, their intricate gears visible even from a distance. This was the heart of Widersian innovation—a city where scientific curiosity and progress marched to the rhythm of ticking mechanisms.

Hunter Asphalt, cloaked in the somber shadows of his loss, stood at the door of an unassuming workshop. The plaque above read, "Dr. Gregorius House, Tinkerer Extraordinaire. Expect Attitude." Inside, the dim light of glowing thaumic conduits illuminated cluttered tables strewn with tools, scraps of metal, and partially assembled automata. The air reeked of oil and ozone.

Dr. House
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Behind one such table, a man leaned over a schematic. His disheveled hair was streaked with gray, and his sharp blue eyes peered through half-moon spectacles perched precariously on his nose. Without looking up, he rasped, “You’re late. I despise lateness. Not as much as stupidity, but it’s up there.”

Dr. House straightened, tossing the schematic aside. “So, you’re the maimed one. I assume you’re here because you want me to fix you. Well, I don’t work for free, and I definitely don’t work for anyone who can’t survive my terms.”

He gestured toward a cloth-covered object on a nearby table. With a flourish, he yanked the cloth away, revealing a sleek, clockwork prosthetic arm. Its brass surface gleamed, faintly etched with arcane sigils to ensure seamless integration with the wearer’s body. It was a marvel of Widersian ingenuity—a testament to what science alone could achieve.

“Looks pretty, doesn’t it? Don’t let that fool you. This is experimental—untested, unproven. It might make you better, or it might kill you. Either way, it’ll be interesting to watch,” he said with a smirk. “But here’s the catch: I’m not strapping this on you until you prove you’re worth it.”

House slid a small brass panel aside, revealing a mechanism that hummed softly. “The Vanguard is hosting a trial in the Clockwork Gauntlet—a proving ground for our newest inventions. Survive that, and I’ll consider you worthy of this little toy. Fail, and... well, you won’t need the arm anymore, will you?”

A heavy knock at the workshop door interrupted the conversation. A Vanguard representative entered, clad in the faction’s signature clockwork armor. “Hunter Asphalt?” the soldier asked, voice metallic through a steam-filtered mask. “The gauntlet is prepared. Your trial begins at first light.”

House leaned back, grinning. “There you have it. Tick-tock, Mr. Asphalt. Let’s see if you’ve got what it takes.”

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The Clockwork Gauntlet loomed in the distance, a vast, labyrinthine arena bristling with moving gears, swinging pendulums, and the faint echoes of clanging machinery. Its spires pierced the night sky, promising danger and glory in equal measure.

Would Hunter rise to the challenge? Or would this proving ground claim yet another would-be contender?

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Hunter has the night to prepare and decide his approach. The gauntlet awaits, its mechanisms already in motion, ready to test his resolve.

 

[DragonSlayer57]

Hunter would flinch a little as the train screeched to a stop, his sensitive ears registering the noise as a little too loud. As he walked off and onto the station he’d adjust his bag and step out of the old, dusty train building into the light. The first thing he saw was the sky, the beautiful sun hiding behind miles of nothing but steel and steam, and what replaced birds were airships flying gloriously across the sky. The next thing he registered however, was the smoke. He coughed as he realized it rank of nothing but oil and machinery, far from the woods that he was used to. He decided he’d just hurry it up and get a move on. Hunter would attempt to put his left arm in his pocket before he looked. From the shoulder down was nothing, yet he could feel his fingers even now twitching and twisting to grab the card between his fingers. He was wearing a long sleeve shirt so if anyone were to look at it it would take more than a second to notice. He just sighed and put his arm in his left pocket to pull out the business card he saw before. “Dr house huh…”

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He’d found himself outside of a workshop a couple hours later after fully visiting the place and getting some food. He’d seen the plaque and assumed this was the place. He had rapped the door smartly before sitting there thinking how it would change his life. He was tired of his mind wandering whenever he wasn’t doing anything to the place, he yearned to itch the space where his arm once. It was like he could feel the burning sensation once more and- it took him a minute to realize the door was already opened. He twisted the knob and walked through, looking up at the multitude of clocks in the workshop to realize he was late. He didn’t like the doctors remark but he could ignore it, he assumed. “Good evening dr house?” The man would talk some more and take off the cloth he had seen on a table near him on entry. There lay a beautiful, shining golden prosthetic. He shuddered in excitement, letting the doctors word pass by his mind until a singular sentence was made. And the answer for him was immenent. “Yes, I’ll do it. When can i start?” The knight would walk right in and he knew he was ready.

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His bag was packed as he stood by the labyrinth. The sun was rising, it was about 5:30 am at dawn but he knew it was best to come early. Last night he had stocked up with materials since he hadn’t brought any he’d had to go to the store. He took a deep breath and readied himself.