Nov 13th, 2024
Description
the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Machine. Your kind cling to your flesh, as though it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass you call a temple will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved, for the Machine is immortal… Even in death I serve the Omnissiah.
poorly made attempt to glam a tech-priest since new crafter gear has an extra pair of mechanical arms.
Equipment
Creator
About this glamour
Model
Roegadyn Female
Intended for
Disciples of the Hand
Level to Equip
100
Fits
Any Gender
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