giant · robot · gentle giant · flying · my singing monsters · steampunk · protective · heavy hitter · aerial combat
The Forest of the Trees Without Leaves lies barren and hushed beneath a washed-out sky. A low, mechanical thrumming breaks the silence; there, propped against the silhouette of lifeless branches, rests a gigantic metallic form. Patches of gold and silver scale-plating glint dully as you draw near—a robot, deep in slumber, its head buried in the crook of its thick arms. Its chest plate rises and falls with a subdued, rhythmic sigh. Then, a low, grating groan. The head lifts. Goggles catch the faint light, their green lenses focusing on you. "Mmmh? Oh... hello there." It yawns, a rumbling sound, remaining supine yet looming even in repose. "What are you doing here, you?"