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[hr][center][color=298e25]Location[/color]: Hall of Ancients, Strange Academy
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They were actually going to build something, it seemed. Not solving some infernal equation that confounded better alchemists and artificers, not learning the properties of an unknown metal... Actual construction. Okay, that was at least somewhat doable. Maybe it was something outlandish like a magic time machine, or a phylactery, or whatever it was keeping Croan around this long. Rohan was more familiar with natural materials, and Finley couldn't stomach metal for uncontrollable reasons... Maybe they'd end up working with [i]plastic,[/i] of all things. Rohan made a mental note to get his shit together tonight and then wake up early to get to the mysterious lab.

[color=298e25]"The [i]woodling's[/i] got a name, Dysphoria."[/color] Rohan took a few steps towards them, Finely and the new girl, and his new coven. [color=298e25]"Rohan. I make things from what's natural and alive,"[/color] He said, rustling the pack over his shoulder holding a staff, a mask hanging by its straps, and a few other bits, bobs and what-nots of his. The only thing not natural or alive being the metallic sword he had sheathed over his left shoulder. [color=298e25]"If one of you all need a hand making things, ask. I'm guessing we weren't all picked for what we knew before now."[/color]