Oh, you've done plenty of that. You have walked through the Land of Wires and Wasteland and seen that it is an absolute hellhole. An acidic, electric hellhole. You've taken samples of the acid, of course, and taken detailed notes on the tangled networks of wiring that cover every surface. You've taken your Land's weapons and made them your own. No, really, you alchemized your knives with one of those electrified spider webs.
You are going to delight in taking Phaest apart with those, electrocuting and gutting her with the weapons that she gave you.
You've stopped to rest in a village occupied entirely by clockwork spiders. These are pretty giant spiders! They're not larger than you, but one could climb on your back, and there would be no room for another one. And they're all pestering you. Their planet is in ruins, they say. Their homes have been destroyed, they say. They can't even rebuild without risking electrocution, they say. The Knight of Mind has to save them! So they say.
Several hours later, most of the spiders in the village are dead. You've zapped the shit out of them all, stopped their gears, and ripped out their brass insides to make sure they stay dead. You let a few skitter away. After all, someone has to live to tell the tale.
You are the Knight of Mind, and you have no intention of saving anyone.
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You are going to delight in taking Phaest apart with those, electrocuting and gutting her with the weapons that she gave you.
You've stopped to rest in a village occupied entirely by clockwork spiders. These are pretty giant spiders! They're not larger than you, but one could climb on your back, and there would be no room for another one. And they're all pestering you. Their planet is in ruins, they say. Their homes have been destroyed, they say. They can't even rebuild without risking electrocution, they say. The Knight of Mind has to save them! So they say.
Several hours later, most of the spiders in the village are dead. You've zapped the shit out of them all, stopped their gears, and ripped out their brass insides to make sure they stay dead. You let a few skitter away. After all, someone has to live to tell the tale.
You are the Knight of Mind, and you have no intention of saving anyone.
immobileMentality is OFFLINE. (But please leave a message.)
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