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Earthrend Hestia

Dig Dig Dig. What? I like my job. Want some statues?

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by lil_kreen

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Matriarchal society of herbivores that spread out through the empires due to an ecological catastrophe imposed upon them.

Description

Accessing Local HR File for Civilian Contractor#53ae93d0a9

Taken Name: Earthrend Hestia
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Size: 3m diameter at furthest point, 1.5m tall.
Political Affiliation: Gardeners, Hive Matriarch Hestia
Mercenary Status: Civilian contractor
Genetic line: Gestated by Matriarch Hestia
Anomalous gene archetype: None stated, normal resource specialist
Languages spoken: English, White Quietus, Brown Quietus


Contractor Skills:
  • Metallic impact hammer foreleg - The sharp foreleg of the species of this contractor is used as a fracturing implement to break stone and metals out of walls. Tool resilience meets company requirements and its regenerative capacity does not require a maintenance schedule. While not a blade security personnel noted that this contractor is known for mutilating hazardous fauna threatening workers using them. The nails on the lower section of this foreleg while retractable are for grabbing hold of rock to tear it out of the wall. The contractor's strength is rated at a dislodge force of 5 tons
  • Mouth Clasps - These clasps are robust and armored equivalent to heavy hydraulic clamps and can separate nearly 100 degrees. They have a significant crush force and HR has instructed employees to treat the clasps with rock crusher safety regulations. Employee will not be charged for consuming residual metals produced the process of moving spall as it is a requirement of self-maintenance. Safe loft weight is rated at 1.5 tons on flat surface. Bulldoze weight is rated at 3 tons.
  • Surface Adherence - Each of its four legs are equipped with pars of prehensile talons to cling and grab onto rock and each of the two bottom sections of its feet will adhere to most surfaces to the satisfaction of HR and Foreman. Contractor cleared by HR for climbing without PPE unless required by site foreman.
  • Hazardous environment training - Due to biology employee can tolerate anoxic environments for an hour or hypoxic environments for several hours. Tested against toxic volcanic gases, and extreme temperatures for at least 60 minutes as per training requirement. Medically noted strain is minor and reported at required safety duration of innate equipment. Employee may still require air cooling hardware for extreme temperatures and has received training in all standard company equipment. Language to cover extreme temperature of contractor's breath from its Vulcan lung during cooling rest periods has been added to safety manuals for employees.

Equipment Certifications:
  • Jackhammer (by HR in lieu of biological capacities and vocational training, took required work safety course)
  • Power Loader (by HR in lieu of biological capacities and vocational training, took required work safety course)
  • Hazardous Environment Operations (Pre-existing vocational training, Took full company course, Exemption granted for PPE unless deemed necessary by site foreman or contractor due to biological tolerances)
  • Vertical Rescue (Notable recommendation, took field dressing secondary training)
  • Pair Climbing (Foreman may require paired employee to have riding training of some kind for task-specific requirements. Net vertical load weight is not to exceed 1 ton and net suspended weight is to be under .75 tons.)

So begins...

Earthrend Hestia's Story

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Cities by nature grew and expanded and enterprising civilian mercs might find this particular world a lot like home. There were many hazardous places in the multiverse where life refused to die. This particular ornery creature found the place hotter and the air was foul in some underground places. Skills could get a decent price to keep him out of the worst parts of the mulch and the Gardener's stocky form and capacities didn't hurt either. It arrived much to consternation of customs but getting signed up and trained for things wasn't hard for the earth-mover after it started doing the job of heavy labor that could climb up walls.

Ruddy colored cephalothorax and a patina tinted abdomen blended into the stone at times but the hard surfaces made him stand out a bit. There was a bit of metal and carbon fiber rigging attached to hardpoints on his carapace for compression PPE. Not terribly resistant to an errant tunnel collapse but it was cheap and kept falling boulders from fracturing the faint metal nacre laced through his frame. Better the fiber plates to fracture and shrug it off than for him to have to heal it up. Having to molt a major fracture made him awful poor for a month though if he could get his hands on some decent metal for the nacre layer it might be worth it. There was always somewhere in the mulch that would pay for a ceiling mounted stabfools turret that could collapse body armor and the ribs behind it. Especially with other bodyguards to watch his back against weapons.

Though Earthrend didn't bother to have a home down here per se and just clung to high walls to keep out of the reach of random thugs when busy with such work. Everything he owned he carried with him which suited the local bosspeople just fine as he basically just slept wherever he worked. No job today yet though. Nobody really wanted to climb 30 meters across a rock cliff to fuck with the giant spider though he got pot-shots every now and again. If there wasn't a hole to crawl into he just sat on a building out of view of the street. Which was what he was doing atop one now preparing to eat a bale of livestock feed while waiting for a contract to come in on his pad. He hadn't found a good vegetable oil source down here yet though he couldn't chug the stuff like the high soldiers. It took forever to grind this plant matter down. A fairly noisy crunch and crush came as two huge clasps tore at the bale and ground food down. Two front legs fished through his pack below to haul a pad out by the corner-rungs. The pages scrolled and the UI beeped as he controlled it through RF.

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Character Portrait: Jorn Gareif Character Portrait: Malad Aethmak Character Portrait: Earthrend Hestia

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Malad came in with the dwarves but not with a cart or other normal creature. Some weeks ago yet another ship crash landed on that forsaken piece of earth called Gaia. Inside it the dwarves led by Malad investigated the wreck finding it littered with human bodies. What little of value the ship contained he had stripped from the wreckage by right of salvage. The ship having landed in their territory and lost all hands. The bodies buried outside his dwarves recovered a large container in pressurized cargo with something moving inside.

Some careful welding later revealed a large set of multiple eyes staring back at them from inside. Some large spider clamped tightly to the walls. The impact weakened metal creaked as it tried to break its bonds which raised the others’ defense and his interest. The clamps were hellaciously thick and redundantly anchored. That same property made it an excellent crash lander. The creature eyed them back making limited motions toward its clamps. Intelligent. A scholar with them inspecting the creature commented that the mouthparts were not suited for tearing. In a creature that large the ridged grinding plates had to make it a plant eater.

He decided to open the crate and the creature remained docile to careful rangers. Their inspection was met with mutual interest as limbs were freed easing tensions of wary guards. They found possessions scattered around the container which it gathered which was likely the cause of faint welts around its body. When it shook a small box in apparent frustration and gesticulated for a handshake instead the guards stand down.

Unable to communicate with it Malad made a saddle for the willing creature. The ability to pack heavy equipment up walls underground was invaluable not to mention when dwarves found it digging alongside them through solid stone. Though it did quite communicate that it wanted to be paid so Malad did so. Utility deserved to be compensated. It's molts even had scientific value at the sheet hardness of what proved to be nacre. Thus it had a small hoard of precious material in saddlebags as it scuttered through the portal. With some chemical and engineering treating the molt made a pearlescent scale mail that was as resilient to chemical attack as it was physical.Malad had it in his travel kit in the rear saddlebag. It was yet to be presented to Jorn as long a process as it had been to shape and cut the material.

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Character Portrait: Jorn Gareif Character Portrait: Malad Aethmak Character Portrait: Earthrend Hestia

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#, as written by Marcus
Like many of the other dwarves who stepped into this newfound place, now filled with shock and awe and even the slightest bit of fear, Jorn too walked amongst his people as the old dwarf tightened his grip upon his cane and kept his concentration fully upon his peoples doorway of escape. The old dwarf grumbled slightly as he walked amongst his people. His gaze milked over with eldritch power while several golems carried what appeared to be a large ruby etched with dwarven runes inscribing names and places of those who have done his people wrong. Many more constructs and strange machines accompanied soon after along with the Forge Priest and even more displaced dwarven families.

"Malad! Someone bring Malad Aethmak to me! I wish for him by my side at once!"

Jorn shouted as he continued to walk with his people. Several Dwarven women clade in white and brown robes rushed to Jorn's side to help guide him so he would not fall or have his concentration falter. Many of them seemed to talk amongst themselves as their charge grimaced and continued to hold the arcane portal with sheer concentration alone. It was more than enough to allow each and every single dwarven merchant, craftsman, soldier, engineer, priest, scholar, and even civilians alike to traverse the gap and begin their lives anew.

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Character Portrait: Jorn Gareif Character Portrait: Malad Aethmak Character Portrait: Earthrend Hestia

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Malad got word from Jorn's request by nearby dwarves passing along the message. Heading out near the fore with the architects and temporary housing supplies Malad's mount moved apace keeping up with the carts and golems. Strapped to his pack a backup plan he eyed it preparing in the case the portal would fail but precious little time was available to test the portal jack. He didn't like some of the figures that said it might turn the source end into suction toward the end.

Light raps of his boots on the creature's sides got attention knowing it understood speech even if it couldn't speak itself."About face! He's at the back by the portal."

The creature pumped one sharp foreleg in the air as an acknowledgement. He'd never heard it make a noise and it couldn't turn its head around to look at him. Purpose built for crush force it didn't have that kind of flexibility. So it took a turn in place with its legs then headed backward to Jorn. Fuzzy tipped legs even with claws made less sound than the small vault in either side of the creature's saddle bags. It jangled all the way to Jorn in a low clang of precious materials in motion.

Malad broke the silence as the many-eyed creature looked on toward the widening gap. As Malad cleared one leg the creature hugged the ground so he could get down. It looked about suddenly as if realizing something.

Endless screeching from all corners in Earthrend's brain had stopped. A blinging noise came as Earthrend started up a PDA remotely waiting to see if the device with rung-handles on one side could hear quietus again. He could talk again!

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Character Portrait: Jorn Gareif Character Portrait: Malad Aethmak Character Portrait: Earthrend Hestia

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#, as written by Marcus
"Lord Jorn, Malad has arrived, do you need our assistance?"

The cloistered sister offered. She looked back to the others as Jorn shrugged off her hand and dismissed the spell once he felt the last dwarven refugees exit the rift and into this new world.

"I'm aware of his presence and no I shall not need your aid."

The old dwarf tightened his grip upon his cane only to look upon Malad and his spider-thing only to shrug and wave for the both of them to follow him as he followed the rest of his fellow dwarves. Jorn simply glanced from each and every dwarf and then to the sky above and began to ponder something.

"Malad, we made it, I doubt we would have made if we stayed and yet I'm sure our people will blame me for all their ills once we find a place to settle within this new land. It's people might even find it hard to accept us." Jorn muttered his thoughts and simply turned his attention to a lone dwarven woman and her babe which she carried close to her bosom.

"We are strong however. Nothing will prevent us from living our lives and claiming our revenge upon the great beast who forced us from our homes."

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Character Portrait: Jorn Gareif Character Portrait: Malad Aethmak Character Portrait: Earthrend Hestia

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Malad walked up to Jorn with a grunt, "Hmm. Good that everyone got in, Lord. Made a backup plan on short notice but not one I much liked. The rest might complain but they're a loyal lot and the quakes didn't leave much behind to go to. Though looking around the infrastructure doesn't seem to suffer from the same field constraints as Gaia. Pretty sure I can do more here."

Malad eyes over his shoulder and nods at the PDA Earthrend is using with its two front limbs. A glowing device of technology rather than magic that didn't work on Gaia. Fully engrossed and ignorant of the stare the high digger holds on with hard flexible nubbins on the bottom of its front arms. Each thumb fidgets in a grip around small rungs in anticipation. The end point and top of its limbs much more what it rammed through stone. Those had a very hard obsidian gleam clearly showing the sharpness on it but not so nearly the fragility of such in practice.

The pda broke the silence at top volume as the free blade-arm juddered upward in celebration to a voice in a broken singsong diction, "TEST! WOOHOO! WAIT, LOUD EXcesiveLY. TEst. Test?"

It lowered the PDA but held it forward the many-eyed Earthrend noticing Malad looking at him, "Sorry, Patriarch. I interrupt from before excited. Common name is Earthrend, Engineer Malad. Gaia planet head scream silence mine color voice. Now proper meeting? No to vocal flap having."

It wavered the free pointed limb from side to side in a human gesture, "So-so am I for PDA transspeaker with small grey word singing. Better listener."

Malad just reset his goggles at Earthrend to comment impassively, "Had a feeling you understood too much to be a bug after seeing you watchin' out for the Lord's own. Hm. Got your shell good and cracked open for that."

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Character Portrait: Jorn Gareif Character Portrait: Malad Aethmak Character Portrait: Echo "Rokket" Rhorer Character Portrait: Earthrend Hestia

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#, as written by Sepokku
The ground began to tremble, as if excited for events to come, or so it seemed to the young girl lost in Hayslem. The girl herself began to tremble with excitement, and she began sprinting in the direction she deemed the tremors were coming from. She was more than a little wrong, and ended up having to cast a spell to discern the quake's epicenter. Finally knowing her way, Rokket began to sprint towards her destination.

As she neared her destination, the city's Port, Echo began to smell magic in the air. Something massive was going on, leaving a tinge of the arcana in the air. The Sidhe girl summoned her companion, Lugh, to her side and the slightly larger than human-sized Teddy Bear ran goofily after her. The golem wasn't sentient, but with enough magic, thoughtfulness, and resourcefulness, the girl could make it appear so.

As the girl got closer and closer to the epicenter, another smell could be detected in the air, thanks to her inhuman senses. "Lugh... Is that... Do I smell gnomes?" She asked her companion. It stared blankly in response and she didn't wait for an answer. The girl flounced quickly towards the smell, and in only a few minutes she was face to face with a crowd of Dwarves. As she was only five feet, the Dwarves weren't much shorter than her, though in her mind she was larger than life.

"Little people!" She squealed, her eyes lighting up with fervor, as she cupped her hands together to address the crowd. "Greetings tiny ones! Welcome to Hayslem! I am the magnificent Echo "Rokket" Rhorer, child of the Sun God Lugh, of the Tribe of Gods. It seems you are from elsewhere, like me, and newly arrived in this... uh..." The girl trailed slightly off, thinking of a way to describe Hayslem. "It's a city, alright." She finished, beaming a smile.

The large teddy bear caught up to her and with a puff of smoke it returned into a normal sized teddy-bear, which the girl held to her chest with crossed arms. "I was born in Otherworld, and as the daughter of Lugh, I am royalty. Therefore I DEMAND you take me to your leader." She continued to address the crowd as a whole, smiling all the while, but unwilling to interact with the common folk too intimately.

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Character Portrait: Jorn Gareif Character Portrait: Malad Aethmak Character Portrait: Echo "Rokket" Rhorer Character Portrait: Earthrend Hestia

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#, as written by Marcus


Jorn was not pleased by the loud voice that came booming from the strange arachnid that Malad had insisted on bringing for this mass exodus to the planet Origin. This was a place that they, as émigrés, could finally escape that demandable world of Gaia and the dragon that was the cause of such a move. It was only when another face arrive and began to harass one of the clerics who seemed almost astonished at the sheer gal that this young girl was presenting. The priestesses even seemed more put off as the seemingly sentient stuffed bear arrived only to shrink down in a seconds.

"Excuse my young lady?" Jorn glared at the newest arrival only to quickly walk up towards Echo "Rokket" Rhorer with a stern gaze and a tight grip upon his own cane as he lifted up and pointed it right at the girl. The old dwarf was an experienced spellcaster and already was in the motion of conjuring the might needed to hold his own if need be.

"Girl!" Jorn raised his voice as his people continued to make their way through the city and hopefully to a place they could call home. "You don't have any authority over my people! I Jorn Gareif, Master of Coin and a member of my peoples shattered council until the rightful King steps up once more. If you wish to speak to a leader of the people I am present now."

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Character Portrait: Jorn Gareif Character Portrait: Malad Aethmak Character Portrait: Echo "Rokket" Rhorer Character Portrait: Earthrend Hestia

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Malad looked at the girl then to Jorn as he grimaced at this Earthrend's yelp. A good engineer inquisitor refused nothing that was both useful and acceptably harmless. Still, he had a good sense when he was pushing his luck. It definitely didn't belong to Gaia then so perhaps it had someplace else to be.

Malad had his ever neutral gruff tone, "'Sfine, spider, but be quiet about it. Where are you going from here? We're not your home."

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Earthrend listed slightly to the side to get an eye line on the girl that had come up, "Yes, Malad. I will go home now but Matriarch Hestia maybe send rewards for rescuing me from Gaia. I Will be in Hayslem for some time. I apologize for the loud yelling Gaia makes my kind's hearing very deaf."

Their conciliatory gesture was a crossing of the forelimbs and angling their eyeline at the ground. Even if Patriarch was a word they really didn't have a place for in their social structure. It didn't make sense to offend if the dwarves really wanted their matriarch to be a male. It worked out, he supposed, the lesser matriarchs in his demesne made all the hatchlings anyway.

It pointed at the small girl as Earthrend made an effort for its version of enunciating, "False Matriarch Echo is not very respectful to Patriarch Jorn. Maybe a lesser still."

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Malad nodded with the barest crack of a smile then waved the spider off, "Leave my things and the armor I made for Lord Jorn. Then off with ya. I'll find you if we need exploration done."

The engineer turned about to walk to Jorn's side as Earthrend reached backward to unhook Malad's saddle from about his legs. The field of vision reached nearly around behind his head so other than a slight bend fiddled expertly directly behind him. Another partly gleaming object appeared from Earthrend's booty stuffed saddle bags. A suit of dwarven mixed plate tethered with silk cords. Pearlescent gleams came from the edges of the plates and scales and with an even earthy matte cuticle coating atop flat surfaces. Immersed in the aftermath of the gate the mage plate resonated quietly in the leftover arcane energies after the material took up shaping as a defensive foci.

Earthrend handed it to a slightly disgusted cleric, pointed at Jorn, then moved out of the way to make a phone call to a likely worried Matriarch.

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Character Portrait: Jorn Gareif Character Portrait: Malad Aethmak Character Portrait: Echo "Rokket" Rhorer Character Portrait: Earthrend Hestia

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#, as written by Sepokku
One of the, seemingly more important, Dwarves began to make it's way over to Rokket. The Sidhe girl turned her nose up at the man before her as he began to conjure magics to him and introduce himself. "Your a glorified Treasurer, then? That's not the leader of these people..." With an over-dramatic sigh, she hung her head, a crestfallen look coming across her face. "Yeeah, I suppose you'll do..." A moment of inactivity passed as the girl looked at her bare feet.

After the moment had passed the the Fey child moved again and the Teddy Bear disappeared as she crushed it between her palms, in it's place, a spear grew as she took her hands away, growing as the distance of one palm from the other grew, until it stood a little under six feet. Echo put the Spear on her back, and it floated there, seemingly attached as if by some sort of immutable force.

She erupted into giggles, "First off, don't call me girl. I'm probably older than you. The name is Echo 'Rokket' Rhorer, of the Tribe of Gods, daughter of Lugh, inheritor of his prowess. 'Rokket' for short. Now! Down to brass tacks; portals. You popped in here from somewhere. I need to know more, it's vital to my mission. Where'd you come from? Why? Can your portals exceed Planetary boundaries? Can they exceed Dimensional Boundaries? What about existential boundaries? These are true Portals, yes? Not some sort of glorified teleporters!?" Every few queries seemed to be punctuated by another bout of awkward laughter.

"Also!" Her manic demeanor continued as she suddenly started beaming an unnecessarily enthusiastic smile. "The spidery-thing!" Echo cried out, pointing at Earthrend in the distance. "It's cute, I want it." A slight squeal escaped Rokket. "Barter with me foreigners; if you are indeed foreigners? I haven't seen little people like you since I left Otherworld. Are you gnomes? The way the tremors happened, I would think so." A thoughtful hand rose to her chin as she pretended to ponder the thought. "I'm willing to pay for the spider though. If you can help me with my portal problems, I can offer riches only spoken about in hushed voices! Valuables from your wildest fantasies!"

Finally the Sidhe girl approached Jorn, standing only a few feet from him and kneeling down quite unnecessarily before addressing him, so that he actually stood slightly taller than her. "I am not here for combat, youngster; but if you require a duel to prove my prowess, as is some culture's custom, I will oblige you. I had more than enough fighting for now. I came to this city for other reasons." The sentence finished with a wink, as she extended an open hand to the Dwarf, in the gesture of a hand-shake.

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Character Portrait: Jorn Gareif Character Portrait: Malad Aethmak Character Portrait: Echo "Rokket" Rhorer Character Portrait: Earthrend Hestia

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#, as written by Marcus
A Glorified Treasurer!!!


Jorn glared at the young girl as she obviously could not have known the hardships that he, or his people, have suffered! To think that such a rowdy child such as this had the gall to act so brazenly when meeting with her betters was almost unacceptable and even a bit irritating to say the least. The old dwarf simply held his ground and kept his mind focused as he heard her demands and bouts of insults. He even declined his hand as she gestured to offer her own.

"For someone claiming such lofty titles and even having the audacity to shout nonsense over ones age you seem a bit childish and unbalanced. Like I said I am Master of Coin and also hold a position of power that allows me to act in my peoples best interests." Jorn took a deep breath and began to walk past her looking over to Malad who apparently had an offering of armor of the highest caliber. "Malad. Help the others with the Heart of Clanggedin Silverbeard, we march towards our new home."

The heart itself was the massive ruby with etched names across its surface as it was lifted aloft by several golems and a small contingent of guards with strange rifles and walking axes. Jorn turned his attention back to Rokket only to shake his head. "I've no time for fools. You wish to step through the gateway which I mustered for my people then be my guest. You may find only darkness and dragons awaiting you."

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Character Portrait: Jorn Gareif Character Portrait: Malad Aethmak Character Portrait: Echo "Rokket" Rhorer Character Portrait: Earthrend Hestia

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The Gardener had good hearing mostly for the telltale subtle cracks of a mountain's growing wrath. In its homeworld of 2G or more a thing shapers ignored at their peril. Not to mention the other collectivist part of his visual cortex induced a very physical prodding when a recognized female pointed awareness at him. Her query about his person immediately pushed out his train of thought to pay her rapt attention. Since she wasn't actually a Gardener Matriarch the clacking front limbs came from mild perturbation that he couldn't think about the email to his Matriarch anymore.

Earthrend's PDA responded to Matriarch Echo with his voice in flat tones of boilerplate language recited from rote, "The Matriarchy has decided non-Gardnerians may negotiate for breeding rights to Royal Shapers like myself at their option, Barren False Matriarch Echo, even if you cannot have Gardners. You will need to negotiate with my Matriarch Hestia or petition High Matriarch Bvetin. Answers to your calling in order: Sopitos, Ecological collapse, Yes, Matriarch Oculi is trying, Yes, Infrequently portals mostly quickening, Rhetorical, No."

Earthrend hadn't actually understood what she meant but did offer what he thought she asked. At least to his understanding of the matter. She was not his own Matriarch thus False. Given she was not his own species she could not make Gardeners thus she was barren. The notion of breeding rights was rather important to the species with so few adult Matriarchs. The blood wars had been harsh. The mature Matriarchs that remain were easily ten times the size of himself or more though. There was no way the small lesser Matriarch wouldn't get organ damage by any such effort on his part so that sort of thing likely wouldn't be a problem. Not that either of the two would take to Echo that well. The humans had a phrase for his Matriarch's usual demeanor, 'salt of the earth'.

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Malad snerked lightly seeing the forelimbs clack knowing what it meant but nodded sternly at Lord Jorn. He made an about face and headed back to the golems and the gem.

The engineer commented quietly, "Careful irritatin' the bug. Chucks a good size boulder 70 paces."

A few of the miners chuckled having seen the return artillery when someone overhanded a small rock at Earthrend to get its attention. The bug at least took pains to miss his workers with the rock even if the threat rang true. Behind them he'd made a harness for the Gem to carry it safely and efficiently but even Jorn could see they were not doing it right. Blast it. They were holding onto the shoulder harness instead of putting them over the shoulder to the waist anchor. Shocks flopping about doing nothing. Somebody let or were told the clerics install the things or just told the golems to pick it up, blast it all.

He set about ordering the Golem's minders to properly anchor the harnesses to the belts over each shoulder. The heart sat in the connected overlapped belts with a padded hole in the middle. A few hooks got dug out of pack mules and installed around the heart's periphery to keep it balanced on the hole as it was already listing a few degrees. The golems obliged and moved about as they were told, two by two, with the Gem in the center between them. It now barely bobbed at all as the heavy golems walked. Shocks in the shoulder straps taking the momentum in their heavy steps. Now if they told the golems to run anywhere with the thing it wouldn't flop out like it was designed for in the first place.

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Character Portrait: Jorn Gareif Character Portrait: Malad Aethmak Character Portrait: Echo "Rokket" Rhorer Character Portrait: Earthrend Hestia

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#, as written by Sepokku
The dwarf before Rokket ignored her hand extended in friendship. "Well!" The girl huffed as she listened to the Mr. Master of Coin, Jorn, complain of the dark or dragons. The Dwarf Fafnir became a Dragon through greed, and for a moment Echo wondered if Jorn himself wouldn't soon become a Dragon and betray his people, he was certainly moody enough, she thought.

"My people mature more slowly than your ever changing race. Your people are as mutable as the wind, changing with every whim, tumultuous, and wont to falling to dark desires... I can't help it if your kind 'mature' so wantonly" She outlined the word mature with air quotes via her fingers. "Besides, Fafnir-to-be," she addressed Jorn with a coy wink, "If'n you haven't the technological prowess to be privy to my wonderings, there's no need to continue this talk."

The cute 'little' spidery beast caught her attention as it addressed her, and she began to wander towards it "I am NOT barren!" The girl stamped a foot, as it addressed her, perceiving the title as an insult "Why it wasn't that long ago I mothered a Giant named Ecke! Certainly he died only shortly later... but I was still his mother!" In fact, it had been quite a long time ago since Ecke had been born and subsequently slain at the hands of a Giant-slayer.

The creature answered her queries quickly and efficiently, and she quickly forgot her previous line of thought. The manner in which the spider mentioned his Matriarchs denoted an almost Eusocial Hive of creatures. Rokket loved swarm intelligence, as she'd studied it much in regular pixies back in Otherworld. "Tell me, Gardner, the way you speak, you are a male, yes? Where are these Matriarchs then? And their eggs!?"

Another Dwarf warned the Sidhe heiress of the dangers the Spider posed, but it would take much more than a large rock chucked a sizable difference to scare, or even notably harm her. She continued prattling on as she moved closer and closer to the bug. "How do I acquire a viable breeding egg? And a male of the species of course! Preferably you, you itty-bitty cutesy-wutesy wittle boo." By now the girl was only a few feet from the creature, crouching so low as to almost be sitting, making the spider tower slightly over her. She cooed slightly to the spider, as if talking with an infant.

The dwarves were accompanied by, or perhaps had created Golems. Rokket paid them no mind, she was all too familiar with Golems. It was said somewhere that the father of her race, Noah, had an ancestor eight generations up who began life as a Golem, before divinity was breathed into him by some sort of wannabe deity. Ancient history meant next to nothing to the Sidhe girl, and she'd created homunculi before, meaning Golems were a veritable snooze-fest. However the Gardner beast before her was new, and thus very, very interesting.

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Character Portrait: Jorn Gareif Character Portrait: Malad Aethmak Character Portrait: Echo "Rokket" Rhorer Character Portrait: Earthrend Hestia

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#, as written by Marcus
Jorn continued to make his way with the rest of his people ignoring the comment from the god child. They needed to find a new home and he had promised this paradise away from the dragons and the faulty designs and machinations of the other inhabitants of Gaia.

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Character Portrait: Jorn Gareif Character Portrait: Malad Aethmak Character Portrait: Echo "Rokket" Rhorer Character Portrait: Earthrend Hestia

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While Gardeners did a lot of practice to make a normal voice heard they often entirely missed vocal subtext upon hearing it. Their own language didn't support anything of the kind so any such notions often ended abruptly in their brain as rather alien things indeed. The lesser Matriarch was inquisitive which sounded right to Earthrend whom considered answers with slightly less irritation.

All of those off-world got a crash-course in anatomy and human-related issues so he knew most of her questions, "We're triploid, false matriarch, most humanoids are diploid so we breed with little in creation but our own Matriarchs. Our Matriarchs that have entered in the brood mother phase of their life all live on Sopitos."

He momentarily entertained proving the point but then remembered human customs, "I'm Male, yes. The Matriarchs all lay eggs on Sopitos. They will only tithe eggs to barren Gardener Matriarchs not offworlders. You could pay other Gardeners to serve as we are off-world to make money to fix Sopitos."

It limply waggled its digging arms in their sort of shrugging gesture, "I'm between jobs now so I will work for you if you pay but I need to stay on-planet so my Matriarch can come get my things. You can buy breeding rights from my Matriarch but you are too small to fit a High Shaper. The Matriarchs are very large and we are suitably equipped."

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Jaxon the Bandit Character Portrait: Are Ruisha Character Portrait: Melody Kuroyami Character Portrait: The Fem Scout Character Portrait: Echo "Rokket" Rhorer Character Portrait: Oza Character Portrait: Earthrend Hestia Character Portrait: Sola Arkan Character Portrait: Yume Kotori Character Portrait: Azren Yoshido

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The Fem Scout growled. "I'm from Boston, alright?? If you've got a problem with me, big freakin deal. I'm just like that! Enough with all the death threats ok? Do ya want me to blast a hole in your skull? Just lay off, ok?" she shook her head once the blades disappeared and began to walk away, holstering her Scattergun and now pulling out a can of BONK! Atomic Punch, opening the top and taking a quick sip.

"I'm just bein' me. I'm a chick of action, none of that cutesy mushy crap."

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Jaxon the Bandit Character Portrait: Are Ruisha Character Portrait: Melody Kuroyami Character Portrait: The Fem Scout Character Portrait: Echo "Rokket" Rhorer Character Portrait: Oza Character Portrait: Earthrend Hestia Character Portrait: Sola Arkan Character Portrait: Yume Kotori Character Portrait: Azren Yoshido

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Are Ruisha looks around confused before slinking away quietly...