Welp, hello there! You may or may not know me as that guy who lives for creepypasta. That is not the point. I created this thread to tell stories about characters I conceived. I may or may not have ripped the idea off Tevokkia. These stories will only contain my characters. No amount of kicking, screaming, begging, threatening, or offering to sleep with me will change that. Not at all.
Here's a story. At least part of it.
--THE IRONWOOD FALLS--
--PROLOGUE--
You might have heard about some strange Lumbers called Ironwood Sentinels, which were encountered by the earliest Knights to land on Cradle. These axe-armed titans were not much different from regular lumbers, but on the eve of the mass landing of the majority of the Spiral Knights that now reside here, they disappeared without a trace.
When the Shadow Lairs were discovered, brave adventurers would find that after defeating the dangerous beings of great power they would set foot inside a carnival of horrors known as the Unknown Passage. And there, the oldest, most wizened ones would reel in shock as they were confronted by a ghost of their past.
A Corrupted Sentinel.
What happened to them, you ask?
The following tale will explain.
But that's for later. Right now I have to go eat some cookies.
Story time because I have nothing else to do.
The Ironwood Factory was the sole producer of any Ironwood Sentinels in the Clockworks. The reason for that was that the axes needed to be made out of a metal that could only remain pristine if utilized beginning in its home environment. The only known deposit was in a Clockworks Tunnel somewhere in the depths of Tier Three, which was promptly turned into a large, sprawling factory complex.
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Yards was an average bad-tempered foul-mouthed assembly line worker, and this was an average day.
As he affixed two legs to another large wooden shell, his colleague Dyne screwed in the bolts that would hold the arm joint to the body.
"Get a move on, you #$%@s!" shouted their supervisor. The Supervisor was a large, stocky gremlin, built like a brick, with a gruff voice and a volatile temper. The workers hated him, but grudgingly obeyed him for their meager pay.
"That's it, lunch time! Clean up and get out!" shouted the Supervisor.
As the others swept up spare bolts off the floor, Yards and Dyne had already removed any litter in their work area and were strolling out towards the door. As they sat down on a metal bench, Yards pulled out a plastic container containing a few Gel Cores. As he bit down on them, Dyne took a sip out of a canteen full of Gel Drops.
Yards dropped one of the Cores. It rolled over to a strange, jet-black crystal surrounded by a mysterious crimson aura. Strange block-like particles floated around it. Yards had only picked it up when the Supervisor strode over.
"What, I ask, is that?" inquired the supervisor, with a hint of disdain in his voice.
"I don't know sir, I just found it."
"Well, it's mine now," sneered the other, and kicked Yards away before taking the shard and pocketing it.
"What a d%$&," commented Dyne, as Yards gingerly rubbed his forehead.
"Yeah, but that d*&$ is our boss." replied Yards.
They worked the rest of the day away like clockwork. Dyne, however, noticed the boss was not shouting as much, instead staring intently at the crystal.
They packed up and went home.
The Supervisor didn't come to work the next day.