Someone stood in front of the formerly most-popular inventor shop in Chalybs. Be they the member of the Solari that was sent to investigate Rorek Reveck's disappearance, a citizen whose curiosity had them poking around the site, or someone completely different, they were there. The large glass windows that once allowed one to peer into the shop of wonders were now covered completely with dust. If one were to look through them, it would just blanket their vision in grey. The wooden framework, quite bizarre to be seen in the steel city, around it seemed almost decayed, cracked and weathered. Even the door mimicked the framework. Old, worn, beaten down by the forces of time and weather. The door, though locked, would crack open anyway when opened and the metal lock of the door would completely break through the rotten wood.
Dust that had been sitting for years would stir with the opened door, flitting about the air for a short time before falling back into place. Inside was what was once a great shop. Shelves along the walls were littered with antiques and strange devices, probably unknown to one not from Atrios. But what was really attention-grabbing would be the humanoid device, whose arm rested upon a steel ball, that was sitting propped up by the wind-up key on its back against the front counter. Somehow, neither had a speck of dust on them, leaving her pale face and bright blonde hair unblemished by decay and age. The grey, empty eyes on the machine-woman would seem to stare right into the core of the store's intruder. But it did not move. In between its legs was a small, porcelain music box. Every few seconds it would painfully let out one note in its song, making it hard to find any certain melody in the dying device. It was almost eerie, for the shop was completely silent otherwise.
A mouse's squeak could be heard as it noticed the intruder, scurrying and creaking open the door behind the desk. If someone were to see into the crack, they would find the decaying body of an old man, a piece of aged paper fallen on the ground beside him. Should they choose to read it, it would say only this:
"Wind her up. Bring her to the Gravios Temple." And it would say nothing more. The text was barely legible with the aging on it.
But what would happen with this abandoned store would all depend on what the stranger standing outside the store would decide to do. Surely there was plenty to see, and steal, in this building...
Dust that had been sitting for years would stir with the opened door, flitting about the air for a short time before falling back into place. Inside was what was once a great shop. Shelves along the walls were littered with antiques and strange devices, probably unknown to one not from Atrios. But what was really attention-grabbing would be the humanoid device, whose arm rested upon a steel ball, that was sitting propped up by the wind-up key on its back against the front counter. Somehow, neither had a speck of dust on them, leaving her pale face and bright blonde hair unblemished by decay and age. The grey, empty eyes on the machine-woman would seem to stare right into the core of the store's intruder. But it did not move. In between its legs was a small, porcelain music box. Every few seconds it would painfully let out one note in its song, making it hard to find any certain melody in the dying device. It was almost eerie, for the shop was completely silent otherwise.
A mouse's squeak could be heard as it noticed the intruder, scurrying and creaking open the door behind the desk. If someone were to see into the crack, they would find the decaying body of an old man, a piece of aged paper fallen on the ground beside him. Should they choose to read it, it would say only this:
"Wind her up. Bring her to the Gravios Temple." And it would say nothing more. The text was barely legible with the aging on it.
But what would happen with this abandoned store would all depend on what the stranger standing outside the store would decide to do. Surely there was plenty to see, and steal, in this building...