The Story of Artie Ficer

He hadn’t always had it easy. Long before he become a world traveler and dove into the world of sciences and magic, he was a just a boy like so many others. He and his mother would stroll the fields together picking her favorite flowers, lilacs. He would glance up at those kind sparkling eyes and see a younger, more rejuvenated version of his mother the moment she drew in its sweet scent. He swore she seemed to breathe easier in those fields. One day, on their daily stroll to the field of lilacs, she grew faint and crumbled to the ground, landing with a soft plump on the unkempt grass. With horror, he noticed his mother passed out behind him, her skin growing pale and purple. In a panic, he fled to the fields of lilacs, grabbed a handful, and hopelessly placed them right under her nose. Suddenly her breathing evened out. He ran back to the field 3 more times, grabbing as many as he could manage. Her eyes fluttered open and they made their way back home where he would experiment with all sorts of contraptions to get the healing properties of the lilacs to waft constantly throughout their home. This was the very beginning of his journey as an artificer. Over the years he created a great many things, but his personal favorites were his automatons: Tiny creatures brought to life by a combination of science and magic. He even converted his cart used to travel the world into one! Now, whenever Artie went to work in his workshop, he needn’t waste time trying to find a lab. His lab was always with him. This is the very cart we find him in today. Bits and thingamajigs from his MANY travels adorned every nook and cranny. It was all he could ever dream…so far.