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Even in death a Lord needs servants, a knight his squire, a master it's slaves
The Carapesians come in all shapes and sizes, and only a fool would make assumptions based on their appearance alone
Hard to believe a man resides within that armour... Well it was a man once. To some the Lich's offer is a curse, to others... a gift
Being machines mostly without faces meant that I had to really get creative with their forms, which I loved doing
I miss working on these space golems and their bizarre posthuman world