Twelfth Architect

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I am an Architect. Only an Architect. To build-automate is not choice. It is our nature-directive-c-c-c-cage.
– Twelfth Architect
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Twelfth Architect is a merchant in Hollow Knight: Silksong. It sells wares at its shop in the Underworks in exchange for Rosaries and Craftmetal.

Background

Twelfth Architect is an Architect built by the Citadel to serve Pharloom by creating mechanical tools.[2] It is the only Architect still functional within the Citadel.[3] The Architects learned some of their skill from the Weavers.[4]

Twelfth Architect is old and beginning to shut down due to its advanced age.[5] It appears to be overriding its original directive with some of its own feelings and opinions.[6]

In-game Events

Twelfth Architect sells goods to Hornet in exchange for Rosaries and Craftmetal. After Hornet finds the Ruined Tool in Weavenest Murglin, Twelfth Architect can convert it into the Silkshot.

After Hornet collects 25 Tools, Twelfth Architect sells Architect's Key, which unlocks Chapel of the Architect.

After all of Twelfth Architect's items have been bought (with the exception of the Silkshot, even if Hornet has acquired the Ruined Tool) and Hornet has acquired the Architect's Melody, talking with Twelfth Architect reveals that its end is coming. Later, it can be found motionless at its desk, and a Pristine Core can be collected from the floor. A Silk Fly, presumably the one that animated the Architect, will be resting on its head and will fly away once approached.

Goods

Item Cost Twelfth Architect's Description Requires
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Silkshot

Rosaries 130
Craftmetal 1
Ruined Tool
An intricate implement of Pharloom's first children. I can restore-repair the w-w-weapon, though it will bear some trace of my identity-idiom.
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Cogwork Wheel

Rosaries 360
Craftmetal 1
You have affinity for such radial blades? I can b-b-build upon the idea-knowledge. Make them retract. Make them force-store.
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Sawtooth Circlet

Rosaries 230
Craftmetal 1
This band of metal teeth, sharp and light-fine. It could be woven within your red outer layer? A hidden weapon. Drifter's Cloak
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Scuttlebrace

Rosaries 140
Craftmetal 1
A flexible shell-prosthetic. It would enhance a weave-type's flexibility, allowing evasive options.
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Crafting Kit

Rosaries 450 Tools of my craft. They could be used to improve your own. Make harder, sharper.
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Architect's Key

Rosaries 110 Before having enough Tools:

If Bug-Red could prove their aptitude with our implements, and others like, I would offer my key, to grant access to the chapel-store above.
Acquire X more tools to prove aptitude.


After having enough Tools:
If Bug-Red could prove their aptitude with our implements, and others like, I would offer my key, to grant access to the chapel-store above.

25 Tools
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Shard Bundle

Rosaries 50 Raw materials, for creation. Carry them with you always, that y-y-you may be prepared.

Dialogue

General
First encounter Hornet: Master, you seem the lone maker left in this Citadel. Are you my enemy? The other constructs of this place object aggressively to my presence.
Bug-Red? I am a m-m-maker. Yes. Enemy. No. I am an Architect. Only an Architect. To build-automate is not choice. It is our nature-directive-c-c-c-cage.
You are weave-type, yes? A first child? Rare-e-e-extinct. Or not it does so seem.
Hornet: You see it true, Master. I bear the lineage of Weavers, along with other strands, equally strange.
Then on your r-r-request, Bug-Red, as directive demands, for Pharloom's first children, a-a-a-and our kingdom-eternal, I shall serve. I shall c-c-craft.
Opening the shop Bug-Red. Do you ask-need our service? We shall create, as is our d-d-directive. To serve, for Pharloom eternal.
After acquiring the Ruined Tool A fine artefact you carry there, Bug-Red. That broken tool, it is Weaver-make?

Hornet: I believe so, Master. A relic of their old workshop, lost in fetid caves beyond this Citadel.
Hornet: The parts suggest a weapon of thread, one I would attempt to repair myself, had I endless time.
An Architect's work owes much to the art of the f-f-first children. They set expert standard for the tools and talents of Pharloom eternal.
If you desire-demand, I can remake the tool, though my own mind-directives may produce u-u-u-nique result.

After acquiring the Architect Crest Hornet: Master, I have communed with the shrine above. Your learnings are unique, techniques born of cogwork hearts. Their mastery will require some commitment on my part.

Bug-Red, you are the first organic shell to fuse our memories. S-s-s-such behaviour, my line would have believed improbable-impossible.
Still, your broad arsenal did suggest strong affinity with the m-m-m-mechanical craft, enough to allow access to our thought-store.
Hornet: Yours is an impressive skill, Master. I am grateful for the insight.

After acquiring Cogheart or Cogheart Pieces Those pieces of a h-h-heart-core you carry upon you, how did you acquire-recover an artefact so rare?

Hornet: They were scattered about the Citadel, each seemingly laid with purpose. Someone wished the thing dismantled, but showed respect enough to see it stored safe.
That heart is an inspired form, conceived by the first of my line for a knight of cog and blade.
In it, I see my predecessor's talent, immense, now lost-forgotten. I could never create-copy a work s-s-so fine.
Hornet: And the knight that once bore the heart? Tell me of them.
A gleaming order, cogwork sentinels, so impressive-majestic in function they were charged-b-b-bound to the highest holy duty.
Long before the c-c-creation of the core, the sentinels ventured, even beyond these walls, to see all bugs brought-forced safe to serve the Citadel.
If the h-h-h-heart were restored within the sentinel's shell, would it give thanks for the awakening? Or would it grieve those lands now l-l-lost?
Hornet: In time, maker, I may find out...

Asking about the Architect's Melody Hornet: Master, I seek a melody held by your line, one part of a sequence, and key to ascending above the Citadel. Can you teach it to me?

Our melody? I r-r-recall! Yes! There was melody, once, but its sound... that I possess no longer...
T-t-t-too long I have worked. From my mind-vault, the imprint has f-f-faded. With many things it is like this... remembrance, dimmed...
But you m-m-may hear it, still. At the height of our core, there is means-s-s-system, near complete... Constructs old-built to sound our song. They need only be set to functional form.

Returning before obtaining the Architect's Melody Are you still to c-c-climb our grand core, Bug-Red? Within you may marvel at the work of Architects, my own, and all those passed b-b-before.

Hornet: My path takes me in many directions, Master, but in due course, I will ascend the core and claim the melody atop it.

After acquiring the Architect's Melody What's this, Bug-Red? Even down here, I d-d-did detect its working... Have you climbed our c-c-core, and woken the voices of my l-l-line?

Hornet: I have, maker. Clearly it was a climb never intended for regular bugs, and fair fortune that the skills gifted within your lands allowed my ascent.
Hornet: The melody, and the voices... both are fine things heard and witnessed. Even in this fading moment, their artistry shines through.
Impressive-industrious... eternal... You have seen a glimpse, Bug-Red, of us-s-s, how once we were. The minds of Architects inspired. What majesty we did create...

After acquiring the Architect's Melody and purchasing all goods My s-s-service to you, Bug-Red... As it concludes, I must speak-confess. Long now I have felt my rotors slow their s-s-spin. My limbs lift weak. An ending is felt, coming, sudden-certain...welcome.
Hornet: Whatever fading you feel has not shown in your craft, Master. You have provided tools of immaculate make.
Hornet: What will follow if you pass? Would another take your place?
One cannot. The skill to construct an Architect... That was taken by t-t-time. I am the last-final. The core remains to sustain the song, but no more Architects to tend-toil or build anew.
S-s-strange... 'For Pharloom eternal,' states the d-d-directive-cage. But how can eternity sustain without an Architect to serve? This seems e-e-error. An end? An error... welcome?
Playing the Needolin ...To mend...Unending...

...To serve...Eternal...
...Always an Architect...
...From these thoughts...Creation...
...From these memories...Skill...
...Designs...Divine...

Act 3
First conversation, if not previously met before Act 3 Hornet: Master, you seem the lone maker left in this ruined Citadel. Are you my enemy? The other constructs of this place did object aggressively to my presence.

Bug-Red? I am a m-m-maker. Yes. Enemy. No. I am an Architect. Only an Architect. To build-automate, it is our nature-directive-c-c-c-cage.
Why are you here, Bug-Red? The time is late. Do you seek-need service of an Architect? You are weave-type, yes? A first child? Rare-e-e-extinct. Or not it does so seem.
Hornet: You see it true, Master. I bear the lineage of Weavers, along with other strands, equally strange.
Then on your r-r-request, Bug-Red, as directive demands, for Pharloom's first children, a-a-a-and our kingdom-eternal, I shall c-c-craft.

Opening the shop Bug-Red. Do you ask-need our services, even n-now? Our duty is l-l-long, but we shall create for you, if you require it...

Location

Twelfth Architect can be found in the Underworks. It can be accessed using the Clawline or the Faydown Cloak.

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Names in Other Languages

Language Name Meaning/Explanation
Image Brazilian Portuguese Duodécimo Arquiteto Twelfth Architect (masculine)
Image French Douzième Architecte Twelfth Architect
Image German Zwölfter Architekt Twelfth Architect (masculine)
Image Italian Artefice-12 Artificer-12
Image Japanese 十二番目の設計者
Jū ni banme no sekkeisha
Twelfth Designer
Image Korean 열두 번째 설계자
Yeoldu beonjjae seolgyeja
Twelfth Designer
Image Russian Двенадцатый Архитектор
Dvenadcatyj Arxitektor
Twelfth Architect
Image Simplified Chinese 第十二席建筑师
Dì shí'èr xí jiànzhú shī?
Twelfth Rank Architect
Image Traditional Chinese 第十二建築師
Dì shí'èr jiànzhú shī?
Twelfth Architect
Image Spanish Duodécimo Arquitecto Twelfth Architect (masculine)
Image Internal name ARCHITECT

References

  1. ↑ Twelfth Architect: "Then on your r-r-request, Bug-Red, as directive demands, for Pharloom's first children, a-a-a-and our kingdom-eternal, I shall serve. I shall c-c-craft."
  2. ↑ Twelfth Architect: "Bug-Red. Do you ask-need our service? We shall create, as is our d-d-directive. To serve, for Pharloom eternal."
  3. ↑ Twelfth Architect: "One cannot. The skill to construct an Architect... That was taken by t-t-time. I am the last-final. The core remains to sustain the song, but no more Architects to tend-toil or build anew."
  4. ↑ Twelfth Architect: "An Architect's work owes much to the art of the f-f-first children. They set expert standard for the tools and talents of Pharloom eternal."
  5. ↑ Twelfth Architect: "T-t-t-too long I have worked. From my mind-vault, the imprint has f-f-faded. With many things it is like this... remembrance, dimmed..."
    Twelfth Architect: "Long now I have felt my rotors slow their s-s-spin. My limbs lift weak. An ending is felt, coming, sudden-certain...welcome."
  6. ↑ Twelfth Architect: "To build-automate is not choice. It is our nature-directive-c-c-c-cage."
    Twelfth Architect: "Long before the c-c-creation of the core, the sentinels ventured, even beyond these walls, to see all bugs brought-forced safe to serve the Citadel."