#wearetinker

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Torgrim: Admit it! You think robots are just tools to make humans' lives easier!

Noradden: Aren't they?

Torgrim: I've never made anyone's life easier, and you know it.

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Interviewer: Sharei, are you really comfortable leaving Sigil for such a long length of time?

Sharei: Well, I uh, I did this one already, I did this world, and I kinda *crushed* it, so, I guess I'm excited for opportunities to expand the old brand, as it were. So yeah, I'm pretty psyched to get off this stink-plane and see what else is out there.

Sharei: *Walks back to her seat, high-fives Astor, and runs back to the mic, getting really close to it*

Sharei: Also! Shemeshka the Marauder! You owe me 50 copper pieces, and I aim to collect! You better believe, SHEMESHKA THE MARAUDER!

Noradden: Please don't drop the-!

Sharei: *Drops the mic*

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My amplifier is having problems. To put it into terms the layperson could understand... its right ohm amplitudinous calibration is out of phase.

Noradden Warbrew

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To HELL with the first law!

Noradden Warbrew

[wearetinker]

The Iconic Tinker

Full Name: Noradden Warbrew

Age: 53

Height: 4'2

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Race: Dwarf

Background: Growing up in the land held by the Cheliax nation, he grew up learning the trade of the blacksmith and eventually the tinker heavily preferring the second profession. Reaching the age of 40 he set out to find other tinkers throughout the nation so as they may be able to share their inventions and innovations. 

Noradden never thought that he would be put in chains. A raid on a village he was staying at by Cheliax slavers took everyone with their magic over night and by morning were marching their new merchandise through the nearby town. All the slaves had the mark upside down pentagram mark of Asmodaus burned onto their left shoulder blade. When passing through Menador Keep, the soldiers there took Noradden as tax from the slavers and put him to work, expecting him to know the workings of the old dwarven gatehouse. He would be tattooed, skinned and healed weekly as payment of living.

 Four years later he was freed by a group who had traveled from the city of Kintargo to destroy the gatehouse and collapse the path in between the mountains. After being freed it took 6 years of traveling and work to put together his current invention book together once again, he still hopes to find the plans of his alpha but that has still eluded him.

Preferred weapon: Longhammer, Dwarven

Ranged weapon: Pistol, Coat

Automation Signature: The tinker has been able to create a way to communicate and for his automations to communicate by via a series of clicks not that far from Morse code but not exact. All his automations click as to have a conversation even if the beings they try ‘talking’ to might not understand.