#adventuringalchemy

[havocwrought]

@adventuringalchemy — Starter Call.

“Long way from home, ain’tcha?”

The beast’s grumble bounced across the tiled walls of a city long since abandoned. It stood empty and quiet, inhabited solely by the skulk infestation and its master.

How strangely common it was for explorers to stumble upon these desolate structures in their ambition, yet the loot they sought after remained.

Awoken ages ago by the bloodcurdling wails of his shriekers, Wretched simply waited for this intruder to eventually stumble close enough to be toyed with. A threat? Unlikely, for they reeked of human blood, but aggravating nonetheless.

Oddly, it seemed that this behemoth had a lit, crudely crafted cigar clutched between his talons. The glowing tip was tapped in Ivor’s direction when he spoke.

“What’s a lil’ thing like you doin’ down here, in the dark, all alone?”

[sprucewoodfae]

Just a quick little warm-up doodle of Ivor and Anya before a bigger piece staring them.

This is mostly for @adventuringalchemy ~! <3 (and for myself for I love this looney man )

[ellegaard]

──⇌• 𝑭𝒐𝒓 @adventuringalchemy | | 𝑹𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆

Loose chestnut ringlets, barely restrained by a pair of goggles atop her head, are swept back as Ellegaard lifts her head. She stretches for just a moment, a succession of pops serving as her back’s only protest to sudden movement.

Aches and stiffness are only secondary to the way her entire self seems to perk up. Gloves are wiped on an work apron, dusted with faint specks of redstone stains new and old. Heeled boots click rhythmically on tile as she makes her way over to Ivor.

“Ah, fantastic!! These are..” Her voice trails off, in that way it usually does when her thoughts raced faster than her words could be spoken. She takes a sensor in both hands, turning it round, eyes roving.

“..Perfect. Just perfect- these will revolutionize the world as we know it, Ivor, just you wait!”

She makes her way right back to her bench, tutting to nobody in particular about all the possibilities, before proudly setting the sensor atop of a clean spot. She’s half ready to throw herself right back into work before her train of thought catches up, and she turns back to Ivor.

“Thanks, Ivor. Sorry for all the trouble.” She chuckles weakly. “..There was a reason I went straight to you when I figured out where these guys were.”

[marv3l-drag0ns-rp]

@adventuringalchemy

The ocean roared, the squawking of gulls and the crash of waves playing a symphony that delighted Cadmus. They had been working for most of the past week on their new Temple, finishing the last of the draining and starting the excavation and landscaping to bring out it’s beauty. Though the inner temple had long been cleared of it’s Guardians, Cadmus had not ventured in and opened all the long-closed hallways. This temple sat low to the ground, prismarine shimmering and glimmering wetly, never quite losing the waterlogged nature. Cadmus had decided to leave reshaping and rebuilding the Temple to later, preferring to get started on his plans to create sprawling gardens and reinforce the glass-and-blackstone barrier that kept the ocean at bay. His talons dug deep into the fresh soil, and he crouched on bended knees and sowed rows and rows of vegetables, moss, grasses, and saplings. The gardens would barely held back by planter boxes and lightposts, but for now, the earth lacked the greenery so common in other projects he had started back at the mountainous city.

Cadmus straightened up, rotating their arms and stretching out their back. They were not as young as they had been, and the many injuries accrued during their lifetime twinged. They missed the weight of their true wings on their back, but the prosthetics they had made helped. They turned to look at the monument that was the Temple. The sun was high in the sky, sending arcs of light bouncing off the Temple, but something about it seemed… off. Did something shift? A new monster crawling out of the earth in the cool shade underneath the Temple?

Cadmus put away his hoe and wiped his hands on his pants. The baggy material was stained, but they were comfortable and loose enough to be adaptable to the heat that came with working under the sun. He walked over to his work station, grabbing his axe and a quiver of arrows, just in case it was a monster that he needed to take care of. He hauled himself into the entrance, startling when he heard the sound of boots clicking on the prismarine. Was someone else here?

[ellegaard]

The alchemist storms into the dome, anger palpable and irritation at max. Boots clatter against the tiles beneath, growing ever more stormy and sporadic with the layers of redstone mechanisms he had to go through. Eventually, as he descends the stairs and reaches Ellegaard's lab, he clears his throat loudly to get her attention. "Well then, I obtained your sculk sensors. Whatever you're trying to build better be good. I nearly got myself killed down in that ancient city!"

Loose chestnut ringlets, barely restrained by a pair of goggles atop her head, are swept back as Ellegaard lifts her head. She stretches for just a moment, a succession of pops serving as her back’s only protest to sudden movement.

Aches and stiffness are only secondary to the way her entire self seems to perk up. Gloves are wiped on an work apron, dusted with faint specks of redstone stains new and old. Heeled boots click rhythmically on tile as she makes her way over to Ivor.

“Ah, fantastic!! These are..” Her voice trails off, in that way it usually does when her thoughts raced faster than her words could be spoken. She takes a sensor in both hands, turning it round, eyes roving.

“..Perfect. Just perfect- these will revolutionize the world as we know it, Ivor, just you wait!”

She makes her way right back to her bench, tutting to nobody in particular about all the possibilities, before proudly setting the sensor atop of a clean spot. She’s half ready to throw herself right back into work before her train of thought catches up, and she turns back to Ivor.

“Thanks, Ivor. Sorry for all the trouble.” She chuckles weakly. “..There was a reason I went straight to you when I figured out where these guys were.”