i've got a river for a soul
Sitting at his workbench Remi looked the proper mad alchemist that was once the norm for him. Hair disheveled, shirt stained with all manner of inks and greases, the table before him a chaotic mess of gods knew what, and of course, a distracted smile on his face. Using the parchment he'd been given that allowed his sketches to come to life, the alchemist sketched out his latest design. Not a weapon, not a device for storing magic, not any of the things he'd been regularly asked to create as of late.
This was something new. Only it wasn't. It was a borrowed idea, from his childhood and from a friend.
This, was plans for a wagon.
This was something new. Only it wasn't. It was a borrowed idea, from his childhood and from a friend.
This, was plans for a wagon.
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
