User blog:Redknight910/Make-A-Golem WWYD

Design:  Okay then, I'll take you up on this offer.

Mamono:

Primary: Holstaur

 Secondary: Hornet.



Personality: Kind, curious, open, and willing to fight,



Skills: Fire starting, cooking, tailoring, leatherworking, building repair, and basic metalworking (Limits at your discretion).



Would prefer hands to be smaller than standard for golem, and feet to contain deployable anchors.



Clothing should be close fitting, but still complement appearance. Preferably in dull reds.

I thank you for your work to aid us refugees.

 I hear a knock at the door of the small hotel room I’m staying in, I’ve been waiting for a golem to arrive, and all but rip the door open. Standing before me is a golem, made to the specs I presented to the good doctor Ibrahim. She stepped through the door, a smile spread across her face.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“I was told you are my owner?” I nod, looking her over. The clothes are complimenting to her curvy form, but still appear to be protective enough for what I have planned. I tell her to just call me by name, and that it’s a pleasure to meet her. She puts on a coy smile.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“But of course it is, I was made to your desires, after all.” I laugh, asking if she can guess what I have in mind for her duties. She cocks her head, thinking. “Well, something that requires a steady hand, and a good bit of precision… Something to do with metalwork?” I smile. Close, but not quite. I show her the deed I received to land not far outside the town, then show her the plans I drew up for a new house, including a good space of land for a small farm.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">She smiles at the plans then looks at me. “So, you want me to help with construction then?” I nod, and point to a separate building closer to the field. I explain how I want to try and employ some of my fellow refugees as farmhands and couriers. Her smile widens, and she nods.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“When do we start?” It’s my turn to grin, as I explain I’d hope to start tomorrow, if she wouldn’t mind. After all, we are partners. T that declaration her eyes go wide.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“P-partners?” She mutters. She then throws her arms around me. “Of course, as soon as possible. Why don’t we start today?” I pat her on the head and tell her I want to get to know her before we begin.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“But, you already know me. You gave my maker the details for my personality and skills.” I nod, agreeing that I know what she’s like, but admitting I know little about her endurance during strenuous work, or how often she might need to recharge while we’re working. Her coy smile returns and she blushes slightly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Well, in that case, would you like to inspect my power point?” Now I blush, admitting that I was just curious as to how long she can go before needing a break. She giggles quietly, then nods.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Right, I assure you I can work all day, just as long as you don’t mind giving me a little juice in the mornings…” I nod, telling her I’d be more than happy to give her some ‘juice’ before starting our day. I then ask if we should have a little trial run, to make sure my plug fits her slot. She starts openly laughing, the rich tone almost musical.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“I think I would enjoy that.” She says, a warm smile on her lips. We make our way to the small bed and she lays down on it, pulling down her pants and spreading her legs. “Well, what are you waiting for? Plug me in.” She says with a cheeky grin. I chuckle and remove my own clothes. We quickly find out just how good a fit our parts are, and spend most of the night ‘testing’ each other.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">We wake up the next morning, both happily refreshed. She snuggles into my arms, her naked form rubbing up against mine.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Morning dear.” She says, turning to plant a kiss on my lips. We have one more round of lovemaking before getting up, getting dressed and collecting my things from the hotel. We set off for the land I’d secured, talking happily the whole way.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“I was wondering about something.” She starts as we walk. I tell her to ask away. “Why did you program firestarting? I understand cooking, and the repair skills, but why that one? How often will we have to make a fire from scratch?” I smile to myself, telling her that after having to make the trek here alone, I found out just how important that skill was while on the move. It’s a precaution, that’s all. She nods, giggling slightly and tapping one of her horns.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“I suppose these were a precaution too?” I nod, looking at the faint beading of liquid venom. I explain that war brings many other threats, long ranging scouts, increased bandit activity, all sorts of things that make having a good defender valuable. Again, I hope we never have need of them. She nods, then her face gets a little less curious.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Do you… do you want to talk about where you’re from?” I stop for a second. I hesitate, and she immediately tries to retract the question. I stop her and start walking again. I was a conscripted soldier, caught up in the fighting. When I saw a chance to get out, I took it, and that’s all there is. I’m not proud of it, I’m not happy about it, but I did it, and now I hope to keep myself and my new home safe from the same thing. My golem quietly listens, and nods when I’m done.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you sad.” I nod, knowing that she’s just curious, exactly as I requested. I then realise that through all this, I never asked for her name.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Oh, um… I don’t have one. You’re meant to give me a name.” I turn around, looking at her. I think for a minute trying to think of a good name for her. Thinking hard I give her a small smile. Dasia. She smiles, bowing, and almost spilling the contents of the pack I gave her.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Thank you.” I nod, mentioning we should keep going. According to the map the Engineering office gave me we should be almost there. Another few minutes of walking and we arrive at what looks to be the spot, marked out with some solid wooden posts.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Looking around I nod, laying down my pack and pulling out a tent. With Dasia’s help the tent is up in a few minutes, secured and with the flap open like an awning. I then fold out a small table and lay it down, grabbing a roll of paper from Dasia’s pack and unrolling it, then placing two stones to hold it in place.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">I look up at Dasia, a wide grin plastered across my face, telling her we should get to work. We spend the day laying out the rooms with wooden pegs and twine, making some adjustments and changes as we work. When the sun starts to set I grab some dried meats that I brought before leaving. I mention that tomorrow we’ll probably need to go hunting for more.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“You don’t want to just go back into town to get more supplies?” Dasia asks. With a flushed face I mention that I spent what money I had on the supplies to build the house and fencing. She looks at me, concern written across her face.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“So… how are you going to get seeds for a farm?” I look over to the nearby forest. I hope to find something in there. Even if it’s just wild fruit and berries, it’ll be enough to make a start. I look back at her, and notice she’s admiring me. I ask what’s got her attention so suddenly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“You. You’re so determined to do this, even though you have so little planned.” I smile and laugh, saying how a lot of people work like this. She laughs too. “I guess I wouldn’t know, I’m only a few days old, after all.” I give her a look, before remembering that she would only have been made a short time ago. I nod to myself, saying that she’ll learn as we go.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">We go to bed, and I already find myself cursing the cold night within my bedroll. Dasia doesn’t leave me cold for long, wriggling deeper into me to keep both of us warm. When we wake up in the morning I prepare for the coming days hunt. I grab my bow and some sticks I scrounged up for arrows. Using the fire we set up I slowly turn the sticks into arrows, straightening them and carving the tips into points.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Dasia helps, watching me work then following my actions, and soon we have a dozen arrows. We set out into the woods quietly. Every shift in the leaves has me on edge, reminding me of my time scouting more than I’d like.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">But then Dasia spots a rabbit, scurrying from some bushes. When she points to it I quickly take aim, and let loose. The arrow strikes the small animal and kills it. As we approach I take it and throw it into a bag, before setting off again.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">While we walk I try to keep an eye out for herbs, berries and good trees. By noon we have enough food to last us the week, and even some seeds to plant. We return to our land, throwing more wood on the fire while I show Dasia how to skin and gut our catches.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">We make idle chatter and I laugh when she’s surprised by something simple. I ask Dasia to deal with the furs, while taking the organs and scattering them through the nearby woodlands for other animals. When I return Dasia’s made a small tanning rack, and is cooking some of the meat we got.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">As I approach she looks up and smiles, handing me a stick. “I promise, when we get some real coking equipment, I’ll make things far better.” I smile, taking the roasted rabbit. We spend the afternoon finishing the planning for the building, then go to sleep.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">The next morning Dasia helps me wake up with her morning recharge, and we set about starting the actual construction. Dasia’s anchors work like a charm, helping hold her in place while she moves the great beams that form the supporting structure. She holds the materials in place while I hammer the joints and dowels into place. By noon we have the supporting posts up, and by nightfall we’ve even gotten some of the major roof struts up. When we go to bed that night both of us quickly drift off to sleep.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">The week passes in much the same fashion, and some of the seeds we planted are starting to sprout. By the start of the next week we’re putting one of the walls up, Dasia again lifting it into place.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Here?” She grunts, the large, heavy wall taking a good deal more effort to hold up than the posts. I nod, rushing to hammer everything into place. When I give the word she lets go, the wall standing on its own. She smiles, rolling her shoulders.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Almost done now, right?” I nod, giving her a pat on the shoulder, and a little grope to her breast, earning a quiet squeak of surprise and a lewd grin. She pulls me into her arms, kissing me passionately. I mention that once we finish the bedroom we’ll have to give it a test drive. This gets a giggle out of her.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Later that evening I spot her scratching at one of the runes on her plate. I ask her if somethings wrong, and she turns to me with a horrified look on her face. “Um, no, nothing’s wrong, why would something be wrong?” I mention the scratching and she hangs her head. “Okay. I only want to change one of my personality runes. Just one.” I smile at her, if she wants to change I’m not going to stop her. She looks at me for a second more, before nodding.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“O-okay. I just want to give myself a… a flaw.” I cock my head, asking what she means. “We-well, um, you gave me a good personality, a really good one. But I just… I don’t feel right, like there’s something missing… I just don’t know what it is…” I nod, thinking. She could be shy around others. Or perhaps more aggressive? There are a few options.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“That… I think I know.” She says, scratching a rune into her plate. She looks at me and grins. “Guess what it is?” She asks giddily, showing off her new rune. I take a few minutes to guess, seeing if there’s anything different about how she’s sitting. Eventually I just give up and ask. She giggles and gives me that damned smile again.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Mischievous!” She cheers, and I gulp audibly. This could be interesting.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">By the time we finish the house some of the plants we planted have grown well, and we have some new friends who are willing to come work for us, once we can actually pay them. My partner and now wife has certainly made the most of her new trait, pulling pranks and joking around a lot. But it doesn’t bother me. She’s still everything I wanted and more, and I couldn’t be happier with my choices.