WIP intro for the RPG:
“Ah the fair! The smell of invention is in the air. Molten steel, splinters that can make the toughest of us cry and singed eyebrows. I do this not for the glory, I do it for the love of the game!” Rolo the magnificent, the year he spectacularly blew both himself, a judge, and a ninety two year old meat-on-a-stick salesman straight into a medic tent. The judge gave the invention a promising eight out of ten for originality, but had to deduct some points due to the fact that the majority of people who might use it tend to be “rather attached to their current limbs.”
Yes that is right, the Artificer’s Fair is on again this year. The stands are ready, the blood has been mopped up from last year, and the crowd is excited (nervous?) to see what this year's brave inventors will cobble together. From street urchin to noble, wench to lady, have all brought in trash and treasure and threw it all into the Pit of Potential to see what might be created this year. Will we finally get a better mousetrap? Will someone manage to do something with that old sofa chair that keeps finding it’s way in there? But more importantly, how many judges will be sent to the medic’s tent? Come and see for yourself, or better yet, strap on your protective goggles, grab your hammer, and be sure to duck when the invention of the person next to you blows up!