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DISTRUGESTADT, CASTLE OF CLOCKWORK


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“The snow breaks for machines of faultless design. 

Iron sabatons assail the fresh stone. 

Steel hands illuminate dark chambers for the first time. 

The Baron lays claim to his fated throne.”   

DISTRUGEBOT, DESIGNATION: [DISTRUGESPEARE]

 

 

 

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FROM THE ICY LABORATORIES OF DISTRUGESTADT, I, BARON DISTRUGERE, write to you with triumph.

 

To the great relief of my many machine architects and laborers, the final rock is now in place, and my fortress is complete. DISTRUGESTADT, my great castle of clockwork. It looms steadfast against the northern ice, providing sanctuary to all who study in science or in steel and to all whose faux blood glows of luminescent green. 

 

Long have I waited for this moment. In time, the frigid howling of cold wind shall be replaced by the melodious rhythm of whirring cogs and rising smog. 

 

A great celebratory feast is to be held, prepared by the one and only STEFAN EULER, the finest cook in all of Aevos and beyond. As with all things done by DISTRUGERE, do not come foolishly believing the event to be any bore of mundane tedium. Invitations are cast to any who might find my fortress, for the gates shall never be abandoned. Machine gatekeepers need not dream, not even of clockwork sheep. Should one desire audience with DISTRUGERE, this shall be your greatest chance. If you seek me, look to the mountains of the Ailmere, where the great lake borders and rear rivers of Haense divulge. Travelers be warned, for evil things brew beneath the thick layers of ice. But fear not, weary wayfarer of the North, for the DISTRUGEBOT delivers safety through stalwart steel. 

 

My DISTRUGEBOTS shall greet all guests, and all shall be welcomed in good minded faith. 

 

Special invitations are to be sent to the members of the MIDNIGHT SUN, dispersed throughout the realm.

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SIGNED,

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FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 3RD.

8PM EST. 

COORDS: -665 | X | -1304

 

IMAGE CREDIT:

Sleeping Beauty Castle (1986) by Ruth Sanderson

 

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Distrugebot Chordus cackles maniacally as it stands beside The Iron Baron, the liquids in the alembic atop its head swirling violently with a green glow.

 

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5 hours ago, SpaceOddity said:

Machine gatekeepers need not dream, not even of clockwork sheep

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