Basilisk Lords Master of the Forge.
“Deep within the Tenebris Lacrima, lay the forges of the armorium. The smell of burnt metal and the smog of exhaust fill the air, invading the senses of all who enter. The inner workings of the disciples of the machine god, exposed my candle light. The reforging of mechanisms, the molding of armor, the rituals oils and prayers mumbled to cold steel as they call the great cogitators to turn.”
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