Ah- hello.
Don't mind him- he's rather... new to things.
-as the rather darkened brass man walks toward the door, whirring and clicking as it walks-
-like a clockwork automaton, something that looks like a mannequin almost-
-some of its movements are stiff-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postI have also... disarmed it.
Well- as much as a man made of metal can be.
But there were panels on the wrist- I noticed that they could slide back, and there were knives beneath it.
Almost like it was designed to kill, I imagine...
-it's just... staring-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postWhatever happened, I found it submerged in the mud slightly.
In a state of disrepair... out of curiosity I had it brought here with some help.
To see whether I could get it to work again and... it seems rather to be above what I expected it to be able to do...
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-a figure is crouched on the forest path-
-robes that end at the waist, and a pair of simple trousers-
-a body as black as an abyss, framed with a mask as white as snow-
-a skeleton of a bird rests in its' hands-
-yet somehow its' moving... only slightly-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

And you'll have to find yourself a pair of spare deer antlers.
Deer