It had been a very quiet train when Webmind awoke in Luggage for the second time.
Checking his SCA had revealed he'd missed the mission call, to put it lightly, and so with some exasperation he had busied himself looking after the various pets and plants on board.
Then the train had landed out of the fog in some form of stealth mode, and for what he could only describe as his own health he had left it in turn.
One can find a purple-cloaked figure wandering about town, taking in natives and the state of repairs from the blight in equal parts amusement and... disappointment?
To fellow Voidtreckers he will identify himself; natives will have to work harder to catch a glimpse of his screen - or indeed, any part of him. He would hate to be mistaken for a golem!
Royal Lake Hill
Checking his SCA had revealed he'd missed the mission call, to put it lightly, and so with some exasperation he had busied himself looking after the various pets and plants on board.
Then the train had landed out of the fog in some form of stealth mode, and for what he could only describe as his own health he had left it in turn.
One can find a purple-cloaked figure wandering about town, taking in natives and the state of repairs from the blight in equal parts amusement and... disappointment?
To fellow Voidtreckers he will identify himself; natives will have to work harder to catch a glimpse of his screen - or indeed, any part of him. He would hate to be mistaken for a golem!