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located in Briliron, a part of A Farewell To Kings, one of the many universes on RPG.

Briliron

The crazy world where we all live, and will likely all die.

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Droplets of sweat fell from Falkrin's brow as he tinkered with a small musket he'd been building. It'd just been practice, and he couldn't think of any practical use for it other than disassembly. Alas, he slid his goggles up to a resting position on his forehead and grabbed a white cloth, wiping the char-colored grime off his face and hands. Mornings were tiring, but voluntarily so. Falkrin had been criticized for his lack of motivation to do anything other than mock people he deemed to be idiots, so he began to do some extra engineer work to quell his detractors. Overall, life went on as it had for many of his adult years: lacking in any large amount of strife or back-breaking work. Sometimes religious folk would knock on his door to chew him out for his heathenish behaviors, but he didn't particularly care about such nonsense.

A sudden knock on the oaken door provoked an audible, drawn-out sigh from Falkrin. "No thank you, my good sir or madam!" He shouted bluntly, "I'm quite busy working on a project of utmost importance!"

"Open up or miss out on the news!" Replied a familiar voice; it was that of Brycius Corrodus, a young man that had befriended Falkrin the previous year. He was a pleasant, handsome fellow, very popular with the ladies. Falkrin admired him in a strange sort of way.

Damn you, the sun's only just risen, Falkrin thought as he walked hastily to the door. With a loud creak it swung open, causing Falkrin's oily hair and beard to flow in the short gust of air it caused. "Come in and take a seat, lad." Brycius nodded and walked over to an old wood table Falkrin had set in the center of the room, sitting in one of the little armless chairs. Falkrin followed suit, slouching slowly into another chair, which creaked loudly as he did so.

"So, there's been another murder nearby." Brycius was casual in his speech, seemingly unsurprised by the news.

"Really?! It's those damned religious fanatics, likely!" Falkrin growled, obviously upset by the news. Something he'd said was apparently funny, because Brycius was instantly jarred into laughter. "What's funny?!"

Brycius tried to catch his breath. "You're... You're just so biased!" He said, wiping tears from his eyes. "It's become quite funny." Falkrin didn't appreciate the comment; his face turned beat red at the sound of it.

"Well, I at least worry about important things." Falkrin replied angrily. "All you're concerned with are women."

They continued conversing for a while, over some nice tea that Falkrin eventually decided to make. When it was Brycius' time to leave, Falkrin tipped him and began to tidy up his workspace.