Legacy 6
The construction work for the new Slyth family ho was trudging along on schedule. The site was prepped and the foundations were already being laid, despite it being only a week or so since the project started. Of course, that wasnt all that surprising considering there were Druids capable of moving entire fields worth of dirt with but a wave of their hand. There were no such people here, though. The only people working this site were a small army of Architects, Laborers and Carpenters.
Well, them and one generously proportioned house mimic. Having heard that Hor belonged to none other than the Keira Morgana made the workers approach it with wonder and excitent rather than the suspicion and wariness one would expect. The Hero of Chaoss popularity had only gone up when her part in the Collapse investigation was made public. The governnt was once again using her as propaganda, completely omitting the fact that the Sandman and his minions had allegedly done most of the work.
Not that Hor understood any of this, of course. The sentient shack had always been a massive coward despite its size, and being left ownerless and abandoned for over four centuries had not helped its disposition. It would have never even attempted to get close to civilization if not for Boxxy outright telling it to. Hor had so apprehensions at first, especially given the nasty bump Fizzy had given it, but it ultimately decided to obey the wishes of its new owner.
The sa owner that was currently visiting the gargantuan house mimics new stomping grounds.
Oh, Miss Morgana! the forewoman in charge called out to her. Fancy etin you here.
This one was a dwarven Architect from Azurvales Stone District, and the one responsible for designing the mansion commissioned by Elias Slyth. Which wasnt to say she didnt get her hands dirty. Her brown-and-gray overalls, work shirt, gloves and safety goggles all made it clear she was here to do work, not just scribble plans on a paper. Her long ginger hair was tied in a braided bun so as to avoid getting in her way, and the freckles covering her face gave her a very holy village girl vibe.
Good afternoon, Mrs Kindbraid, Keira returned the greeting. Im just dropping by to see how Hor is doing.
The big lugs doin fine, far as I can tell. Tried to make himself useful by helpin out, but honestly? Hes beco sothin of a disturbance.
Want to scold him for you?
Nah, the dwarf waved her hand, you got it all wrong. It isnt even his fault, its the dumbasses I gotta supervise that are the problem. They keep feeding it construction materials and ssing around with it on the job.
It was why the project was moving along on budget and according to schedule even though Hor helped with so of the heavy lifting.
Wait, what do you an by feeding it? Keira cocked an eyebrow. As far as I could tell, it doesnt actually eat things.
Yeah? Then how do you explain that?
Kindbraid jerked her head to the side, in the vague direction of the corner Hor was in. What used to be a cozy run-down two-story cottage now looked more like a villa. It still had two floors, but had gone up noticeably in volu. It had also Leveled Up aesthetically, with decorated beams and walls, fancy windows, fresh paint and spacious balconies. In simpler, Boxxy-er terms, Hors shininess had gone up dramatically in the few days since the shapeshifter had last visited.
Hor the House Mimic, by dmaxcustom
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