>>5986044>>5986274>>5986372>>5986502>The patented Fast-Moving Mechanical CentipedeYour friend leads you to his inventions barn; the air is damp and moldy. There, he shows you his masterpiece: the segmented, metallic body of a creature thrice as long as you are tall.
An abomination that never should have been built. Gears too small to ever be worked by gnomish hands, cuts too precise, metals too different from anything you're used to. You hate your friend for brining such a monstrosity to life.
Nonetheless, you mount the Centipede. As soon as you're safely in position, it whispers to you. It whispers of faraway lands, of forgotten sunsets, of creatures no gnome has ever set eyes upon.
<span class="mu-i">Where shall we go, master?</span>
>The Planes of Ice, where the last Avian was slain>The Sands of Ihkar, where hope died for all>The White Palace, where the Pestilence began