Mechanimist preacher
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Level: 25 | |
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Attribute Range Mean Formula Attacker Level 1-29 625 XP Attacker Level 30-34 312 XP Attacker Level 35-39 62 XP Attacker Level 40+ 0 XP | |
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Acid Res: 10 Elec Res: 10 Cold Res: 10 Heat Res: 10 | |
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Mechanimist Preacher 1 |
Faction
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Mechanimists (Loved100 Reputation) |
Demeanor
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neutral |
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Inventory
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Item from Missile 3 x1(100%) lead slug 1d2 4/4 shotgun shell1d2 4/4 HE Missile1d2 4/4x1(100%) x1(100%) | |
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Mutations
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Corpse Dropped
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Experience?
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625 XP |
XP Tier
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5 |
Role
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Unspecified |
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Extra info:
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Infobox data from game version 2.0.206.57
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They recite the Canticles Chromaic with reverberant gusto, gesturing emphatically with their hands.
Mechanimist preachers are creatures of the Mechanimist faction. They often appear as a leader of a group of Mechanimists and Mechanimist converts of varying species, sitting near a campfire. Many can be found in the Stiltgrounds. 
Eschelstadt II, High Priest of the Stilt is a legendary Mechanimist preacher. Occasionally, they will preach lines out loud. This is audible for within 20 cells.
Homilies
Depending on the type of priest, they will randomly preach one of several homilies. All of these go in order, and repeat once done. If they are frozen, all of their preachings is replaced with "(preacher) mumbles inaudibly, encased in ice."
Children, let's rejoice in the sovereignty of our Argent Fathers.
Praise Shekhinah, first among Fathers, who lights the path of wisdom.
Praise Dagon, the rhetorical, who speaks truth to chrome.
Praise Bel, shield-Father, who parts the swirling gas clouds.
Praise Carthax, silver-haired, who dashes down the well of gravity.
Praise Nisroch, ore-in-hand, who collides earth and star.
Praise Resheph, the Above, who purifies our mercury.
And blessed be the Kasaphescence, the muse who rouses their hearts.
Have you heard of the blessed baetyls, children?
They were created to oblige our desires.
O praise our Argent Fathers! Kindest and wisest of all beings.
A baetyl, you see, will answer your prayers.
It's in its circuitry to do so!
But the sin of time has corroded their wiring.
We are wanting in our service to our Fathers.
And so the baetyls are wanting in their service to us.
Answer not a baetyl who makes a request of you!
For it's a request most unholy in its corrosion.
Ignore it, and seek guidance from a priest!
Today, I recount the story of the Sacred Joining.
O, holy union! Blessed be thy name.
Our Argent Fathers, who roamed the azure void with inert hearts,
On a fluctuating whim converged upon Our Radiant Mother.
There, at the center of the universe, they beheld Her in awe.
Enchantment! It knows no other name!
There, they permeated her roiling membrane...
And exploded from within, colliding matter into machines...
Which passed through Her naked womb.
Rejoice! The Joining is through! Their union is consummated!
Today, children, I speak on the Edification.
O, hallowed act! Blessed be the metallurgy!
Our Argent Fathers, having hardened our plasmatic Mother,
Molded Her into Euclidean forms.
Bel sketched the parabola, Carthax sculpted the torus.
Shekhinah leveled the hills and capped them with chromatic domes.
Earth was quickened for our coming. Our home was ready.
The sin of time has corroded our endowment...
But worship eagerly, and the land shall shine again!
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