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A large wooden rod with three rotating pieces, each piece engraved with prefix runes, base runes, and suffix runes around their outside ring. Turning and clicking into place from small gears hidden within. The runes line up and glow briefly as spells are triggered, before rearranging into the next required type of magic. A multitude of thin, spiderweb-like threads extend from each end, running to every part of the doll that needs manipulated. Aside from this 'core', there was only a very basic wooden skeleton to support and balance the doll. With this network of parts, the automaton was able to function and move, despite its enchantment not being strong enough to completely hold its own shape and move its parts without a supplemental system of distributing force and weight holding it up. It was a delicate and complicated thing. An accident. Created from ancient magic that was counterfeited from memory and materials stolen away from a tomb that is no longer accessible. It ripped away a large part of its creator's blood and soul when it was activated, a catalyst that was unexpected, and very nearly killed the old shaman. But with this portion of soul and blood, the doll became a being with a will of its own. And with the magic from the tomb, it became something with a divergent and unintended purpose and obsession. It gathers power. It heals. It inspires. It hunts. It serves. The enchantment and will grows ever stronger. While the seal weakens. "The horizon is gone. The future is consumed by the void. The master senses the end, but cannot wake. I feel his madness. His fury. His despair. There are no gods, no dreamweavers, no immortals that can prevent this fate. The master wishes to fight, but you've all sealed him away. The same forces that have given into despair are the same that prevent him from fighting for this world. ChiZao is the source of every spark of magic in this world, yet he is sealed, forced to slumber while the very world his powers are used to fuel is about to be devoured by the void. Unseat the totem spirits. Destroy their pillars. Release the last hope for this besieged world, before it is too late. The wisdom star is soon to rise, and when it wanes, these kingdoms will fall forever into the void." | |