Warforged
Mother-In-Rust
She hums lullabies to rusting cradles and asks strangers if they'd like to be... assembled.
Gavel-9
Its voice echoes like a verdict read from the deep past: emotionless, unwavering, and final.
She hums lullabies to rusting cradles and asks strangers if they'd like to be... assembled.
Its voice echoes like a verdict read from the deep past: emotionless, unwavering, and final.