Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160302043959/@comment-25547106-20160327024235

As his words grew in volume and the circle's illumination grew brighter, the book gently levitated free from her hold, floating into the center of the circle. When it reached its apex and hovered in the center of the incantation, the circle released a pillar of light, momentarily blinding them. When the light finally faded, before the two of them stood an owl, but one unlike anyhing she'd ever seen. It was made entirely of metal and moving cogs, as though it was given form by a tinkerer, but it's intricacy was impossible; every gear wound itself, every tension spring rewinding and spinning on its own, and every minute axel rotating with some kind of impercevable purpose. "Meet my old friend, Ptolemy. Ptolemy, meet Michi." Armstrong says, smiling. "He's a golem from The Clockwork Nirvana of Mechanus. A plan comprised entirely of gears and inhabited only by sentient constructs."