Railus's Profile

With but a word, the small mantis made of fine copper wire came to life; growing at an alarming rate, ready to defend its owner...

...The rubies seemed to withdraw into the ring and then into his flesh. The man howled in pain, two small holes were the only reminder the rubies existed, but he could feel them still.

The grinding of gears in the dead of night is a precursor of an unforgiving danger. Survivors remember little, save the smell of metal and death.