An artifactitious article

Let me tell you a bedtime story, my artisan.

Once upon a time there was an artificer called Artie who despite his name was maybe not the artiest. He found he was artichoking on not being sure what his exact artifacts were and where, so (not having an artificial artic or even a paladin’s artiodactyl at his disposal) he had to wander the realm in search for his lost happiness. He felt he was not fulfilling his artistic potential, and not even mining for artinite or mixing artiad substances would cheer him up.

But then Theryn, who was quite artilleery, helped a bit on his articulation, and Artie the artificer turned into an artifinder and was never lost and found since.

The end.

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