There was a young man in a clock yard
Building himself from the pieces he found
Screwing on what's been left on the ground
Hoping to finish enough one day to leave

The years flew by and some gears fell off
Fears and rust and tears he doffed
And bravely searched, while parts he scoffed, but soon he found--

There was a grown man in a clock yard
Building himself from the pieces he found
Screwing on what's been left on the ground
Hoping to finish enough one day to lead

He thought to himself, "If I wait too long
To find the pieces I need, then my chance might be gone
What I need might be outside the gate
But I will never know, if I continue to wait."

-- The Clockyard, Abney Park

Fauril Brassfang, god of clockwork, time, ideas, prosthetics, metalworking, stress, balance, sudden noises, and insanity, in all his mad glory. His trademark sign is a clockwork fly with transparent jade wings and a sapphire in the center of its back. His symbol is a golden clock pointing to the time 5:03 with one of his clockwork flies in the center. His worshipers are somewhat insane, and frequently move with a pattern and tend to twitch a lot. They wear a lot of metal in other ways than armor.

One of the Hundred Gods of Alkelien.