#forgekin

Regnum: Forgekin Kindred: Machina Genus: Magitek Sub-species or Moniker: Magitek Sky Armor Location: N/A

The machina known as the “Magitek Sky Armor” is designed to seat one pilot. As the name suggests it is an airborne unit. If it looks rather small for a magitek unit, that is because it is. It is designed for maximum maneuverability. These pilots are given mostly long-range capabilities, including a hook which can latch onto an enemy combatant to damage, or to simply attempt to hold in place. The easiest way to combat this armor, of course, is to take out the pilot, but a bit of creativity could prove useful.

Regnum: Forgekin Kindred: Machina Genus: Magitek Sub-species or Moniker: Armored Weapon Location: N/A

This vilekin-like armor is known as the “Armored Weapon”.This magitek armor may look rather silly, but it’s design is rather ingenious. It maintains balance by shifting weight onto its many legs. Similarly, it is equipped with both close-quarter combat and long range capabilities. The pilot is housed within a sealed cockpit, designed to keep them safe from incoming attacks, as well as the Weapon’s massive firepower. Some models are also equipped with the ability to track its enemies and launch a homing attack. The more the enemy moves, the better, it seems. Despite being rather speedy in battle, this armor is still heavily armored. Be careful if one of these finds you on the battlefield.

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Look how they run, isn’t it fun?

This and other nonsense rhymes ran through Fright’s head as he continued the chase, enjoying the simple pleasure of it. The spirit was fumbling, faltering, jumping at the shadows and flames Fright stretched at their heels, barely dodging the blade lashing at their back. They had been bit once or twice already – glancing wounds, carefully applied but catching violet fire, raising a tang of fear through the ambiance. 

The taste rested thick on Fright’s tongue, fueling his pursuit as he herded them to his goal, knocking them just in reach of a blue-glowing axe lying in wait. They raised it without question.

Metal caught metal, and the hunted ghost laughed, fear fading as their eyes blackened, iris bleeding blue. “You took your sweet time with this one, Matchstick.”