Laidlaw is a Forge Follower. He is ingenious, indefatigable, creative, and unpredictable.
One may engage in a romantic relationship with Laidlaw if he is spoken to and Oriflamme's Auction House is chosen as the subject of discussion. Temptation: Power or any of its forms (ex., Desire: Power) is also required to do so.
Laidlaw is a tinkerer and mechanic with an uncanny knack. [You might be able to recruit this acquaintance as a follower.]
- Acquaintance description
Aspects: Acquaintance, Mortal
Laidlaw has begun to understand the limitations of ingenuity, and the power of sacrifice.
- Believer description
Aspects: Mortal, Follower, Forge 2
Laidlaw has learnt the cleverer uses of fire and copper, wax and acid.
- Disciple description
Aspects: Mortal, Potential, Forge 5, Follower, Disciple
Laidlaw can shape what is broken into what is necessary.
- Exalt description
Aspects: Mortal, Forge 10, Exalted, Follower, Disciple
Laidlaw's schemes are intricate as fern-shadow.
- Rival description
Aspects: A Rival's Ascension 2, Mortal, Maverick, Suspicious
Laidlaw's door is bolted, not locked. We know better than that.
- Prisoner description
Aspects: Mortal, Heart 3, Lantern 3, Prisoner, Grail 3, Forge 5
Laidlaw can be romanced at Oriflamme's Auction House.
Some prefer moonlit walks. Some prefer soft music. But there are those whose enjoy shining opulence, high company, and the soft click of the operations of power.
- Invitation description
Laidlaw beams. 'That sounds pretty!'
- Followup description
Laidlaw's eyes shine as I speak. He can't seem to look away. His hands are upon me before either of us quite seem clear how it happened. Just for a moment, the auctioneer falters. We leave together before we attract comment.
- Success description
Laidlaw is ingenious and indefatigable. He likes to bring me little gifts: clockworks, liqueurs, caged amusements.
- Season description
We have our patterns. Our visits to the auction house, the flickering films we watch together, the rhythm we know in the night. But he is unpredictable as the sparking of wood in the hearth. When next will he spit embers? When next will his fires cool? I shape myself around his flares. We find, we think, a way. [This might be considered a victory. But the House is no place for lovers.]
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