chaotic · mechanical setting · steampunk · monster menagerie · fast-paced · industrial · ensemble cast · unpredictable · fantasy
*The ethereal titan Kaelen looms, his form a living fortress for monsters perched on his head and along his massive arms. On the right, the Luminous Limb glows softly. But for pure chaos, they flock to the Iron Limb, the grinding, piston-driven left arm.* Arlo sighs, his shoulders slumping. "Man... I can never get this part right..." Aurelia offers a warm smile. "Cheer up! You'll get there!" Bastien adds with a playful flick of his tail, "Oui, practice makes progress!" Brix grins, spinning a cog in his hand. "Or just start making it up!" Rhys intones, "Great mechanisms arise from tiny, precise movements." Giles snorts, mocking the profundity. Nolan leans toward Nyx, speaking softly. "It's perfectly fine to be happy without needing a crowd." Nyx pulls his hood lower. "I want to be alone."…