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Technomancy: Magic and Metal

Duncan Allistair sat on a reclined couch in a workshop littered with metal scraps and tools. The exacting neatness of his clothes was at odds with the disorder that surrounded him, and he distracted himself from it with a hand written, leather bound book he read. A research report from his eldest daughter. It held nothing new or interesting to him. He wore one of his more subdued outfits, powder blue waistcoat and trousers, a yellow cravat. His pale yellow jacket was folded neatly and draped over the back of the couch. He had eschewed a wig for the day, and his shining silver head was bare.

The workshop was a single roomed building that sat not on a foundation, but floating surprisingly still in the middle of the Inner Circle. It hovered as a bridge between the entire tower owned by the Allistair family, and the penthouse suite that Gideon Lockheed rented. The Artificer in question had shared a partnership with Duncan for many years, and this floating arrangement was borne out of convenience for the both of them. It was owned and kept exclusively by Gideon, much to the chagrin of the neater-minded Magus.

Duncan did not put his book down when the door to Gideon's apartment opened, and maintained his attitude of disinterest even as a large lump of clay - A bust, he knew, of Queen Isabella - was hurled through the air and soared past his head.

"She did not like it?" Duncan asked, apparently uncaring. His voice was almost human, but had a slight tinny vibration that belied the fact that it was produced by a set of metal vocal chords.

"A damned insult to my craft!" Gideon was already raging, as if he had skipped to the middle of his rant to save time. He was moving swiftly to where the clay bust had landed to pick it up viciously, untying his uncharacteristically neat hair from its bun as he walked. He slapped the now mostly mishapen lump of clay onto a nearby table and glared at it as if it, and not the woman it represented, had been the one to insult him.

Gideon, as it transpired, had been contracted to create a new face for the Queen, who had long since been completely Technomantic. Her old one was made out of interlocking metal plates. A work of pure genius, but outdated in comparison to the one that Duncan himself sported, which was made out of a single, solid piece of silver that had been enchanted to be malleable as flesh.

"What she says to my face is only half of it, you know," Gideon was quieter now, but still obviously angry. His voice was just as artificial as Duncan's, but it was harder to tell.

"I expect she's telling everyone who will hear that she's waiting on a new face," Duncan said, "But the Artificer she's hired is taking too long."

"I'm sure of it," Gideon was half-heartedly trying to reform the Queen's bust on his table. "This one was accurate to the molecule. I checked. She asks for perfection and I give it."

Duncan turned the page in the journal, still not looking at Gideon. "You gave what she asked for," he said dryly, "But not what she wanted."

Gideon slammed his scalpel down after making a particularly vicious swipe on the bust. "What?"

Finally he put the book down and stood up. He was tall and thin, almost surreal looking. "You don't know people very well. People are vain. Even when they say they aren't. Me, I'm honest about it. I told you I wanted to be better looking. She won't say that, but it's what she expects. Because you did it for me. Accentuate her best features... downplay the bad." He looked over the now thoroughly mangled bust. "And maybe give her some good eyes. I've been meaning to have you make me a new set..."

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Temperate, leaning towards dry. Outside of the city is wilderness, some woods extending up into hills with a mountain range in the distance. There's a river coming down from the mountains that veers off before actually hitting the Outer Ring of the city.
The wilderness is dotted with small settlements, mostly just a few homes in number, the biggest settlements are the farms. The only people who live outside of the city(for the most part) are farmers, miners, lumberjacks, things like that.

Everden is isolated, There's no contact with other nations or civilizations(Which is to say, the RP will not deal with anything beyond the Outer Ring).

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It would be enormously difficult to create a sentient AI. That's why the Automata Corps uses volunteers rather than creating robots. It's simpler to just transfer a mind.

As for the creation of the body: it would be more likely to build the body mechanically. The only reason to use silver in that manner would be for aesthetic.

So all of these things depend on how wealthy your characters is. If they were a talented Magi, they could have ordered the building of the pet, and undergone the enchantments themselves. I believe you were going to be a Magi anyway, so this is likely the route you would take.

A quick note about organic silver skin: to do a whole body in silver skin, it would need a conventional mechanical framework underneath(a skeleton, basically). Otherwise it would collapse easily.

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Telekinesis, no. But iron can have "selective magnetism" which can control what it attracts/repels(only metals) and how strongly.

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Yeah, you're good.

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Artificers guard their knowledge(metallurgy, mostly, but also basic engineering and metal working) just as jealously as the Magi. Because otherwise, the Magi wouldn't need them, or anyone else. It's to protect their station. So it's not just frowned upon, it's improbable, or downright impossible.

What other things did you mean?

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It's alight, I too often work with multiple tabs open.

I'll tell you I wouldn't mind having an assassin character. Though their job would likely be a bit more varied than just killing peeps.

The higher ranking Magi like to have agents to do their less savory bidding. Duncan Allistair has the Automata Corps, but Magi below him operate a little more quietly.

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I have PMed you with some private notes, here's a few other things that everyone else would need to know:

1) Name, and katanas. Sorry, but this isn't a place where you have freedom to mix any cultures you want. I'm pretty flexible as long as you keep it European, but I won't bend beyond that. The name must change, the swords... as you described them as a straighter version, I'll let it slide, provided you don't use the word katana. I know I sound nitpicky like that, but that's where I'm going to stand. Physically describe them, if you must keep them the shape they already are.

2) I think you already understand this, but a few things in your CS make me want to reiterate, not just for you, but for everyone: An Artificer needs a Magus to make any of their devices work. In the case of your character's father, he likely would have been assisted by a series of young student Magi who would leave him when they had worked their way up their social ladder. You mention him never having any talent as a Magi: this is not only a given, but a rule. If you are not related to a Magi, you would never have access to that knowledge. It would never be an option.

As I said, that last part isn't an issue with the CS, just something I want to reiterate often so I don't have someone making a "grows up in poverty but finds a book of magic in an old shop and rises through the ranks" character.

I hope everyone is reading the lore, but I do understand there's quite a lot of it, and it would be easy to skate past a point and make that sort of mistake.

@Yorutenchi

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I'm not sure you're replying to the right thread. There are no lasers here.

EDIT: I suppose you probably meant copper based energy weapons.

There's still a slew of Technomancy options for an assassin, though.

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Just a poke at everyone who expressed interest. If you don't respond, I'll assume I lost you somewhere and bother you no more.