Tazlure

Gim set apart the square-shaped designs to be compared to the gearbox later, but the peculiar Spark Axis caught the gnome's attention. He rolled it up and slipped it in his belt buckle; it seemed like a very intriguing project to try and work on; sparks upon command! Gim has heard of sparks, but nev...

While Matiel was busy courting the machine, Gim delved into his master's thoughts. He sat on a relatively uncluttered area on the floor, and transferred the massive piles of notes from various shelves in the shop unto it. Sitting down on the ground with a soft thump, the gnome began to mine the prec...

"Well..." Gim pondered. Unfortunately the fat giant came moments too late to do his sweeping for him. The gnome then recalled his first meeting with Matiel, how the two of them were sent to construct a gear box, to no avail. The pieces Notwen had around the contraption didn't match. If mem...

"Fascinating!" Gim exclaimed as he proceeded to mutilate the magical trinket. Hopefully it wasn't worth a fortune. The gnome scribbled on his sheet of parchment to be transferred into his notebook once he returned home. This melding of magick and science sparked an interest in Gim, and def...

"A-choo!" Gim sneezed. The dust billowed about the tiny gnome as he swept under his table. Notwen made sure that Gim kept the rest of the shop clean, but, naturally, his area is left to mites and dust. The gnome limped his way towards the window, feeling hardly anything on his previously i...

Gim’s hands trembled in excitement as he fiddled with a pair of forceps, attempting to place the final gear into a tiny contraption in his palm. Looking through a magnifying monocle, beads of sweat rolled down his brow as the gnome eased the fine mechanism in place. Click. And it was done. Gim gas...

OOC: I've been hesitating on writing my summary post due to the condition of Notwen's mind. I'm not sure how that will affect Gim's learning from Notwen, and was hoping that this thread will enlighten it some. However, if you think it won't affect anything, I guess this thread can be ended, and the ...

Much too busy trying to figure out where the pieces fit, Gim neither noticed nor heard the whispers between the two. The gnome was now in his own world of thought, gears, and wrenches. Inside his head, the gnome rotated, penetrated, and reasoned out the gear box, trying to figure out its inner worki...

"Eh, well. At least you admit it!" Gim grinned, neck deep in his own egotistical stupor. "Well! Let's see here!" The little gnome stuck his right thumb and index finger into his overactive mouth and then used them to curl his inflected moustache; as is his habit while in thought....

Gim, lost in thought for a moment, snapped back with Notwen's orders. He grinned at the prospect of working on an invention! Not some ruddy mechanism for drawing water out of a well. "Aye, aye, sir Notwen... Sir!" With an exaggerated salute, Gim turned towards the storeroom and waltzed in....

Silence slipped away from Gim within moments; whoever knew brevity could be so exhausting? It took several moments for the gnome's synapses to reboot and return to his excited, albeit obnoxious, self. Then it sank. With a cheer Gim hopped in the spot for a little while, waving the notebook around. F...

The odd calm that has possessed Gim drained away slowly; he could feel his bouncy excitement returning. It was an incredibly draining task to be serious for the gnome, for his passion translates most easily into hyperactivity and hypertalkativity. Faced with such a question from Notwen, however, his...

The gnome opened his mouth to go into another rant, but something stopped him, for a change. With a tight lip Gim turned the pages of the notes. He saw interesting pictures, but also scribbles. Scribbles he knew held great insight. Scribbles he knew not how to read. And yet... he felt no despair, no...

Completely oblivious to the rising irritation of the people around him, Gim simply resumed staring at the hand. Too many things were sprinting in his head to care much about what the others thought, too many questions inwards to bother looking out. The gnome's pensive reverie, however, was interrupt...

OOC: The pleasure is all mine. Pardon my character, though, he's a little rude. IC: Notwen's mechanical arm seemed to be a fascinating invention indeed, but its current limitations raised the skeptic in Gim once more. There was no doubt in the quirky gnome's mind, however, that this apparatus will h...

"Hm." Gim grumbled to himself. He tilted his head, and proceeded to rotate the pages. Nope, didn't make too much sense to him at whatever angle he is observing the notes at. Disappointment felt like a frigid drop of water upon his forehead; chilling, but refreshing. He must learn! Gim, hav...

Gim rubbed his little chin, unfazed by the thinly veiled attack at his knowledge and intelligence. He was, however, rather piqued by the mention of another, more efficient device akin to the airship; now there was something to figure out. In the meantime, a treasure trove! Something about the old gn...

Gim's pretend airship froze mid-air, its pilot wide-eyed and agape. "'Interesting use of magic and mechanics'?" The little gnome's voice wavered, and colour began to flood into his pale face. " It is the penultimate marriage between the two! It is ingenuity, and perseverance, all roll...

The door of this little shop in King's Court said: “Notwen’s Inventions, We have everything you need and orders can be made”. The door was sturdy and reinforced with iron. Inside the shop it was quite a mess. Tools were scattered all around the place and structures and utensils li...