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located in Ancient Mesopotamia/Sumer, a part of The Annunaki War, one of the many universes on RPG.

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The machine Amebra started to allow his four legged transportation mammal to carry on its way once more, following the other breeds before him when starting to let out a tiny weak echo of trotting as hooves smacked floors most rocky and crushed once sturdy spike that could indeed be questionably a safety hazard for anyone with not a shell to protect them on their feet or bodies if they fell down, these crunches of breaking stones and rolling grit only continued as the limbs moved onwards with their hidden muscles and veins although the outline of strong and sturdy legs could indeed be spotted beneath the robe that covered the creature as it flex them in it's stride. The beats of hooves on ground drumming with the other horses feet soon became a musical in its own right while the sounds of water dripping and picks slamming into the rock soon joined in to accommodate the sounds they generated. Amebra had no face, no identity and so his expression stayed the same at the various sights he viewed, the only thing that hinted at reaction was the number of twitches and turns his camera like eye started to turn to all the guards and warriors sitting within the caves layers, to the others he only appeared to be looking randomly with no clear direction or reason but through his orbs he was depicting the deference between the slaves and the slaves owners huddled in the crowds of workers as they whipped or order other around. The mechanical man continued to follow through with his horses trotting and seemed to be much more concerned with his targets than his path way and soon found himself quickly halting his beast as he realized the commander has spoken, making the horse turn its head slightly before sitting up in his perfect posture once more as he now looked at what had been happening more closer to him rather than the death and oppression far away. The scope very slowly withdraw itself from the view of those around him as the metal observer was soon consumed by the shadows and now turned his identity into a more holy grim reaper as he wielded that large arm of the anu at his side while holding the robe that connected to the horses maw crept into his cloak, totally alienating any human part of him under his cloak.

The ancient Servant soon found his neck twisting to look at the digging human next to him, it was a man smothered and dragged in mud, the scent of human feces was all over him but a normal person would mistake such brown mixture as dirt and mud by eye sight alone. Many miniature flying insects swarmed around the sweating pupils he held on his body which one should not go into with how sweat and excrement make a bad mixture, even for the man digging his throat seemed to gasp for air as his muscles flexed over and over when picking once more into the rocky scamps of the earth. The fellows identity was like his own, it could not be seen under the lock of crap covered black hair and shining sweat the sun caused, his was faceless and for a moment the flashes of left eye seemed to search for a mode that would allow him to see past the rotting and mangy exterior the slave had before moving his eyes up to his Adam's Apple which gulped up and down in his thirst and desperate breathes for air. Amebra soon lifted his neck in a hovering fashion, slow and cautious as if he was still inspecting the creature with great interest before suddenly swirling his head to peer at the Elohim discussion with the guard and very easily started to tread forth clapping the ground and squashing any blood or skat it treaded on before stopping roughly next to him, but just a few feet behind. He peered at the man, a minute more than he would anyone else of little priority before speaking out in a very official and electronic tone "The Elohim is apart of the nine. We are sanctioned. I have permission to terminate any interference to the mission of the gods. This will be you're last warning.....move you're excrement higher and the dead bodies to the top of the mine and burn them. The old man is obviously getting weak if you force his aging immune system to suffer from excrement exposure, volatile mining materials and dead bodies, some I can guess are sick. The air is far above the normal pollution level and by leaving it at lower gorunds is building up around the slaves. If you move you're stock of dead and waste, you can at least get more hours out of the young and the old slaves..." He then very lazily twirled his head to the Elohim, there was a strange feeling to it, his posture weakend slightly as if he was un-able to force hismelf to stand attention to such a creature although after a second it returned before speaking in a cold and somewhat bothered tone "Elohim. Would you mind putting him down..it just a waste of stamina to smack about un-neccesary enemies..we do have a war ahead of us"