(Roleplay entry.)
The factory's gone quiet, but that doesn't mean things have ceased. And the new ships being commissioned...more driven by arcane power than steam and tubing.
For instance, what assembly line needs retaining circles?
I haven't been inside this one yet. I...don't think I want to know what's inside.
And through the wall of the castle, phasing in and out of reality...
And through the soil of Steelhead, reaching for the Northwest sky...
And from within the tangle of viridescent tentacles, some heavily plated machine shaped like a...shark? It took some concentration to freeze the emergence in place, but...that's all I can do. I can't send it back. I don't dare let it out. What is the Duke doing?
And why did he invent a witch bomb? What purpose does that serve?
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