Duke Rusty-Wheel O' Iron-Waste

The entrance of the Rusted Kings was nothing short of epic. As they made their way into the halls of the Skeleton King, the air was thick with electricity, almost as if the very atmosphere was being charged by their presence. The post-apocalyptic wasteland from which they hailed seemed to follow them, as scrap metal clattered and the sound of gears grinding echoed through the halls. The warriors were a sight to behold. Some wore asymmetric rusted armor pieced together from scrap, others donned hoodies that seemed to be made from scrap. But the real show-stoppers were the ones who strode in with giant mechanical suits of armor that rumbled and clanked as they moved. These power armors boos...View all