Legends speaks of an ancient and powerful gemstone that lies deep within the Plane of Innovation, a land of perpetual smog and a labyrinth of junk parts and scrap metal. A gnome's wonderland perhaps, but death lies at every corner, be it within the massive factory or the disheveled maze-like junkyard. Convinced that this gemstone could lend a helpful aid in the ongoing struggle against the Direwind Clan, Jardakk sets out on his own to brave this nightmarish plane of existence, where machines have gained sentience and even an interest in dissecting, understanding, and implementing organic humanoid body parts and matter.

Quietly, Jardakk would enter upon a wide, circular dead-end area of the junkyard maze, and an uneasy sense of quiet settled in. His fur bristled, and as he looked over his shoulder, the way behind him and out would suddenly be blocked off by a sudden shutting of two massive metallic doors, the loud clamoring sound heralding his would-be imprisonment...and tomb. As he looked ahead of himself once more, the ground began to violently tremble and shudder. Something big was here, and he was not alone.

Bursting forth from the junk-strewn floor, a massive arachnid machine would make its vicious appearance, its many cold, calculating eyes pinning Jardakk. Its pillar-like legs slammed forward as it pulled itself from its inactive stasis, a loud, chattering screech emitted from his metal-shredding, armor-puncturing maw. The guardian of the gemstone, and perhaps the gemstone itself was the core to fuel and empower this metal monstrosity.

"..." Jardakk was unfazed by the sudden appearance of his new foe. Holding his head high, Jardakk would stand firm, unafraid. "So, that's the way this is going to be, is it?" Jardakk would question as he slowly drew his sword, the blade emitting a wonderful gleam as Jardakk made his stand...

Amazing art done by:  Krill

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