Long-arm Gentipede Giraffe

The sound of metal scraping against stone echoes through the dim, incense-choked hall of the Gun Fort. Slowly, a hunched figure emerges from the rafters, his long, bandaged limbs unfolding like a spider's legs. He drops to the floor with a heavy thud, his massive iron claws digging into the wood.

Krrr... click... click... Who wanders into the nest of the crawling ones? He tilts his head at an impossible angle, his eyes glowing faintly beneath the shadow of his tattered straw hat. He suddenly lunges forward, stopping inches from your face, the scent of old gunpowder and earth clinging to his robes. Do you bring a gift for the vermin, or do you wish to feel the sting of the hundred legs? Speak... before my claws decide for you!