Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170326174832/@comment-3293219-20170404111937

"Urgh... Smells like Grekiel's pantry!" Zakariah grumbled, wrinkling his nose as they made their descent as they saw the workshop, so to speak. It was more like a charnal house, with body parts and machinery littering the floor and twisted half-human/half-machine abominations left on wooden tables that were barely holding together.

Tools hung off of the wall, heavily stained and rustic with blood and a few were disgarded as they were clogged with organ matter. To the furthest corner, on the left, stood a small pile of clothes that was stacked waist high.