That Cursed Automata (event)
Another late night in my study comes to an end and I groggily begin the short walk to my chambers. As I round the corner and enter the final stretch to reach my bedchambers my gaze is caught by the barest hint of a menacing humanoid form - there in the shadows cloaking the corridor - a flash of yellow-white teeth, a murderous grin drawn right out of my nightmares. I stumble backwards, blood frozen cold in my veins, a cry of panic catching in my throat and emerging only as a phlegmy cough. It takes a moment before my senses return to me and the pale moonlight clarifies the scene. That awful phantom resolves into the all too familiar form of the farcical little Kartharaddi automata crouching in its standby position, its maniac grin staring sightlessly past me. I curse under my breath realizing that the servants must have accidentally left this horrid little imp here when were cleaning and oiling it today.
Why... I hate that little freak.