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Corrupted Clutch Burning Through The Frigid Heart

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COMd20HEA63 / 63
MOVd20GRT22 / 22
REAd20DR 2
WILd20
CHAd20

Description

A towering spire with many appendages. All of them hold a different household item and/or weapon, save for one empty hand that is used to greet, dissuade, and admonish. At first it appears incapable of movement, but actually can slowly skitter on thousands and thousands of tiny legs. Speaks with an electronic but raspy voice.

era

Early Tephnian - In the advent of city-states and clean, abundant, energy systems, the societies of Terra came to be known as Tephnian. This era didn't produce as many warmachines as subsequent eras, but those of the time can often be identified by their use of rudimentary clank-stratum weaponry.

personality

Battle hungry. In a situation abundant with enemies, will not hesitate to kill. When enemies are few, will toy with them like a cat. When there are no enemies, will endlessly taunt neutral and allied parties in hopes of making new enemies to fight. Rarely manages to provoke anyone correctly due to simply being bad at insults.

weapons

A rotary dart gun capable of firing 600 sleeping darts per minute in a saturation attack. Although the darts are small enough for an organic sentient to resist their oneirogenic effect through force of will, the rate of fire makes it unlikely that a target will receive less than a lethal dose.

weirdest function

Transforms into a slightly larger warmachine, with more flame and floral decals (can do this infinitely).