sorry about all the Dust
Legacy Name: Trinitrotoluol
The Nuclear Irion
Age: 15 years, 1 week, 6 days
Born: November 26th, 2008
Adopted: 15 years, 1 week, 6 days ago (Legacy)
Adopted: November 26th, 2008 (Legacy)
- Level: 1
- Strength: 15
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 12
- HP: 12/12
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
you enter a small metal yurt in the woods
The frazzled voice came from beyond an open doorframe on the far side of the storefront. It was evident that this wasn't just a small yurt, but simply an attached room to a much larger brick-and-metal building. You did suspect that the amount of smoke coming from above the treeline was too much for such a small space.
Some of that smoke was quietly drifting through the door, and the smell of sulfur and gunpowder was carried with it. It made the room hazy and would trigger anyone to a coughing fit if it weren't for the crudely installed and squeaking ventilation fans on either side of the front door.
The storefront itself had bespoke shelves and tables to align with the curved walls and were filled to the brim with pre-made fireworks, sparklers, and various other pyrotechnics. Organization and cleanliness were clearly not the owner's top priority, as there was dust and powder and who-knows-what-chemicals strewn about. Bags that appeared to be chunks of burned rock were piled in one area, hastily fenced off with a dirty note that read "not for sale".
You heard a loud bang, an expletive, and a metallic slam from beyond the far entry before an acrid smell of ozone and singed organic matter hit your nose and made your eyes water. Following that, the owner came through the door as he pushed his welding mask up to reveal a soot-ridden face.
Sorry about the wait, he tossed his heavy gloves on the pile of fenced-off bags, just finishing off an order... or at least trying to! What can I do for ya?
His grin and friendly demeanor was infectious and you found yourself grinning back as you tell him you're here to pick up an order.
Oh, right, right! He heads into the back factory briefly and returned with a sturdy paper bag. Should all be here for ya. Your colour requests were an excellent challenge, so I added a few extra that didn't quite make the cut, but will look wonderful with the rest of the display.
You express your delight and pay him for his hard work. Take care not to burn yourself! He winks as he tucks in the money into his apron.
As you head back to the main path with the pyrotechnics in your arms, you hear a bang and the sound of a few fireworks launching. You turn around before they hit their peak and explode but all you see behind you at the base of the hill is an unassuming abandonded metal yurt.
Yellow Fireside Wheat Firecracker
Red Fireside Wheat Firecracker
Orange Fireside Wheat Firecracker
Medium Yellow Bonfire Fountain Firework
Medium Red Bonfire Fountain Firework
Medium Burgundy Bonfire Fountain Firework
Cherry Blossom Firework
Happy Bee Firework
Tangerine Sunset Firework
Green Cricket Firework
Spent Yellow Firework Casing
Spent White Firework Casing
Spent Red Firework Casing
Spent Pink Firework Casing
Spent Orange Firework Casing
Fireside Yellow Chaser Firework
Fireside Red Chaser Firework
Fireside Purple Chaser Firework
Fireside Orange Chaser Firework
Fireside Burgundy Chaser Firework
Red Fire Cracker
Lightshow Undeployed Shell
Heavy Hand Held Firework Launching Tube
Hammer and Nails
Magical Duct Tape
Thick Black Backed Copper Tape
Tinkerers Bit of Bent Wire
Flat Glass Breaking Pliers
Box of Copper Scraps
Bairin Lone Matchstick
Red Rreign Matchbox
Pewter Casting Ingot
Lightshow Charcoal Briquettes
Bag of Sugar
Professional Sculpting Clay
Shrine Maiden Powdered Ochre Blush
Spilled Tube of Iodine Powder
Lightshow Sulfurous Powder
Pile of Dusty Coal
Pile of Ashes
Burnt Sooty Ash Pile