Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-37843592-20190114051616/@comment-38232361-20190308163753

The mage walked for what seemed like hours down the long, dark tunnel. His mage fire illuminating mosaics of battles long fought and cities lost along the walls and ceiling with an eerie blue glow. Shortly later, he spots something up ahead. It's just outside the reach of his magical lightsource, but he decides to walk closer, albeit slower and reaching for his weapon. Upon closer inspection of the hunched over figure, he can see that it is a deactivated Automaton in a maid uniform. It seems to have been abandoned for centuries, left for its powercore to die and gather dust. Almost instinctively, against all reason telling him to leave it alone, he pours a small amount of his magic into the machine. A moment passes, and the Automaton slowly lights up, gears grinding away at the rust with newfound life. The small frame gracefully stands up, then gives a small curtsey. "How may I serve you Master?"