The foot patterns of other gremlins passing her by told T’Keva that it was nearly evening, and she was therefore unlikely to have many more visitors for the time being. She glanced down to find something to catch herself on, but there was only nothingness, and it took a moment to register in her mind that she was plunging into the depths of the Clockworks. Before she could draw it, the whole platform shifted, tilting heavily, and flung her over the ledge as though she were a rag doll. Bracing herself against the ledge of the Deconstruction Zone platform, the knight turned, hand on her sword. Her last question was soon answered: the sound of gremlin chatter was quickly followed by the biggest explosion Patrenka had ever heard, and the blast, wherever it originated, nearly threw her off of her feet. She frequently marveled at the delicate balance that kept everything running on the tracks that crisscrossed the vastness, and wondered how little it would take to upset that balance. The Clockworks really were beautiful, if you looked at them right, and sometimes, like now, when the elevator’s destination wasn’t favorable, Patrenka felt an odd sense of peace gazing off at the giant gears in the distance. Hefting the chunk of moonstone she had chosen onto her back, the knight straightened and cast her eyes from the scorched metal she stood upon to the echoing darkness surrounding it. Patrenka leisurely picked through chunks of luminite and moonstone for the best bits, humming softly to herself until she was satisfied with what she had found. This was one of the trips that the knight had sought solitude, and despite the lingering smoke and the smell of charred everything, the place was quiet. She ventured into the Clockworks alone more often than not, but it was because she liked the solitude rather than some need to prove herself. Some of her friends laughed at her for putting so much work into her favorite tailed helm to make it prettier rather than more functional, but she shrugged them off: Patrenka was usually an easygoing sort, and didn’t like to make a huge deal out of things that didn’t deserve it. Her abilities were average, on the whole, and the scale armor she wore was nothing special. In most ways, Patrenka was a fairly typical knight of the Spiral Order. It felt like her armor was still smoldering in places. Down here, gremlins seemed considerably more pyromaniacal and well-equipped than their brethren closer to the surface, and she had had to put out fires on her person more than once. This particular Zone had been a hectic one. Gates opening and closing and then only maybe opening again … they weren’t for her. Patrenka had always liked Deconstruction Zones – most other areas in the Clockworks seemed claustrophobic in comparison and tended to make her a bit nervous as a result.
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