Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-26288702-20161127230051

Torches light in the deepest room, such a sight is this depth. A room half architecture, half cavern. Stalactites hang from the ceiling while random walls built of refined stone cover the room. Aqueducts run throught the room, streams of blood flow like rivers into vats that channel into an artificial heart that sits perfectly in the center of a giant skeleton that dwarfs the room. The heart beats and churns, pumping the blood through valves of metal and rubber. Hound gazes upon the spectacle as bouts of steam spew form relief valves in the mechanical monstrosity. Armata stands at the top of the skeleton's skull.

Armata:"Behold, the river of styx." He raises his arms high.