MICHAEL is that you
… Micheal? We know not of Mikes.

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MICHAEL is that you
… Micheal? We know not of Mikes.
doesn't the mask you wear ever get kinda heavy
It is perhaps lighter than one might think, but… yes, it is why we art so prone to falling over.
The spaded edge means that same weight can be placed into a spearing dive, however. Much enjoyment we get from that, though we hath not found a good suspect for it in a fair few cycles…
*gives you a hellenistic vase from 200 BC*
WWOWWWW! It ist beautiful! Look at it, not of Citadel craft but- blasphemously- just as divine! Such design and grace… but what are the creatures upon its sides? Little matter, they art likely extinct.
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Do not think us blind though, we already sense the drooling looks of destruction from the shaded bugs. We art fucking putting this away, none may ogle at it except ourselves.
*spills some nail polish in the vaults but it's actually one of those prank nail polish bottles with a fake puddle made out of plastic or whatever* oopsie
ACK! N-nay! Thou has spilt… that shalt take days to get out?!
Shoo! Away! We needn’t this klutziness among the sacred halls!
… It appears rigid and static, but we doth not trust that. Where ist a Cogworker? I know not if the Scrollreaders bear the equipment to purge that from the ground.
[a small polishing kit is offered to them]
Gotta keep that gear shiny!
We art invincible!
Are you familiar with Shellshifters?
Shellshifters…? Perhaps one of the most frightening concepts among the bestiaries.
Creatures that take forms from one’s memories to pry open their emotions and heart. Despicable… but we do not see why it would not be effective.
*nibbling on a scroll*
Mmmm, paper
… H-hark?! Nay, NAY! Those scrolls art not edible!
CEASE YOUR FUNCTIONS, PILGRIM!