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Brass Bull
Deep dwarves delve far deep into dark ways. They infuse all creations with the magic of deep chaos. Brass is beaten down and bent into shape. Iron ironed out, isolated and introduced to magic. Sizzling silver strewn into haywire veins. Jewels and gems grafted into gears.
The wild breath of life lifts the beast to its feet. It snorts and snarls, deep rainbow clouds bloom out of the metal nostrils. Ruby eyes blaze bloody. The hoof strikes sparks off the ground. The mineral metal beast roars in blood thirsty defiance.
The deep dwarves press numbers onto the metal hide. Brass slag drips off pooling onto the ground, hissing and spitting. Herded into the stone pen with its brethren.
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