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Oiled and brushed mail hang across their crooked spine and salient jaw. The color too was sucked out of their irises by their tangled lineage, and their wet rosy lips catch the light and toss it back across a sharp sneer. They're saddled under the weight of the Holy Rhombus.

Barathrum's invention records time to the momentary tick by regulating its advance with a crown wheel. On learning of its utility, the water barons commissioned the assembly of dozens more in order to take precise measurements of their reservoirs at set moments of the day.

Q Girl replaced the old oscillator on this Barathrum clock with a swing pendulum. Now the several hours per day that Time cheats from its observers are reduced to mere minutes.

Thousands of alabaster bristles sprout every which way from the braided frame of the eldest urshiib in Qud. Leaning on a walking staff with long, winding grooves for his serpentine fingers, he stares at nothing with pale red eyes like dying suns.

Their hunched back is sown with tufts of white fur and needle quills. The nose at the end of their bear-snout is dark and wet. Long, slender, triple-jointed fingers sprout from their pudgey paws and flutter with composed precision.

Their hunched back is sown with tufts of white fur and needle quills. The nose at the end of their bear-snout is dark and wet. Long, slender, triple-jointed fingers sprout from their pudgey paws and flutter with composed precision.

A steel disc stamped with the profile of Barathrum the Old.

Billets of shaved dogwood contour to the breasts, waist, and thigh. The husk is beetle-eaten.

Stumpier legs than their ursine cousins support a backbreaking slab of fur-matted muscle weight. Their long nasal bone is crowned by four cutlass canines, wood-sharpened for cutting through trunk rather than climbing it.

A mound of wet hair and rotting flesh puts some elevation to the ground.

Bear flesh was cut into neat strips, salted, and smoked.

Rampant greenspread canopies a starburst of the Eaters' richest works. The jungle is torn at the corners, where crysteel balustrades and star orchid lancets peek through.

The scars of lava flow are legible as little ledges across the wide stone. The small darkling holes were once the birth craters of dissolved gases.

An array of tinkering utensils clang against tin: tweezers, a tiny hammer, pliers, inverted pliers, glass marbles, and three wrenches.

This item increases the chance of recovering additional bits when you disassemble an artifact.

It sheaths itself in filmy wings.

A small mound of wet hair and rotting flesh puts a bump in the ground.