Invention Competition
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_Posted on the wall, next to the entrance of the smithy..
**To all of Craft, Invention and Applied Creative Thought, the Faith of Gond of the Church of Knowledge is organising the following Competition.
To win the Invention Competition, you must Invent or Improve Weapon, Armor, Contraption or Other Item in a manner that has Not Been Seen Yet In the Land of Narfell.
Any who participate must be aware that entries will be judged by the Faith of Gond on the the following two points.
1. Invention. How uncommon and interesting is the concept of the Invention? How useful will the Invention ultimately be? How much does it improve on the current possibilities?
2. Creation. Has the Invention been created into an operational Weapon, Armor or Contraption? Has the process of Creation made optimal use of rescources? Is the final Creation both elegant and wondrous?
If the Inventor lacks the rescources to Create his Invention, and proving said Invention is sufficiently Wondrous, and sufficiently Theoretically Documented, the lack of Rescources on the Inventor's part will be considered and held into account during the Faith's judgement of the entries.
The three winning Inventions and/or Creations will be granted a place in the Chapel of Gond upon its completion.**
(Competition will be closed Sunday, October 8 )_
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The Competition is now closed. Thanks to all participants. The judges will look over the entries and decide the winners within the next few days.
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((See? It's not hard.. even a dwarf could do it.))
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(( amazing :lol: :lol: :lol: Good to see you again Scutum ^^ ))
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(( i just choked on my sandwich i was laughing so hard))
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A large female dwarf with a bountiful chest hurries to submit a late entry. Her cheeks are flushed, presumably from running as quickly as she can from the dwarven temple to make her offering. She wrings her hand and appears to take her submission quite seriously.
"It be dun, den, an' der be nuttin fer it", she says. As she trundles off, absently caressing a medallion around her neck depicting a flame rising from a steel needle, she mutters, "Ei unly 'ope dey ken 'elp me build it…"
The name Branwen is scrawled on the back.
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_Word of the competition travels to Ormpur, where a certain Gnome starts wringing his hands.
"Yes, yes, sir Strauss has a very keen mind indeed… Brilliant, absolutely brilliant! But we all know who's going to win this one don't we?"
He looks to 2 Gnomish associates, who keenly agree.
"Merom, old friend!" He slaps his old friend on the shoulder. "It seems we're staying a while longer! You don't mind your kitchen being used now for the greater purpose, do you?"_
