Clockwork thoughts chattered through the crow-priest's brain. This truly was a bizarre place they found themselves in. The crow-priests understood well the processes to connect biology to bionics, but this...this was something approaching...synthesis.
He was having difficulty differentiating where biology ended and technology began, one blending seamlessly into the other. It was all very...curious, he thought.
+++=I= Archive search: Valravn+++
...cogitating...
...cogitating...
>Classification: Homo Corvus, Abhuman (stable)
>Status: Peripheral, Non-hostile, Astartes-orbital, Nuisance
>Culture: Scavenger, Voidbound, Primitive
>Threat: Negligible
...
>(Query) Edit data: Y/N
+++N+++
...
>(Query) Excommunicate: Y/N
...
...
+++N+++
...
+++End recall+++
+++Thought: Knowledge is Power. Do not readily discard your advantage.+++
Some sort of juvenile I believe. Shorter of stature and more feeble of spirit than even it's skittish brethren. I doubt it's a threat.
So yeah that's my little crow-gang as it stands :) there's more than enough for the Iron Sleet Invitational but to be honest these guys are just so fun to make I doubt that'll be the end of them ;)
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