Wheel of Ruin
RUIN MrMillz crawled from the scrap heaps of the Iron District, a Simple Construct, a Toy Soldier built for a war that had already ended. His rudimentary magic flickered, powering a zeal that even the crumbling world could not entirely extinguish. He walked Bonepicker's Row, a place where the dead were currency and the living were little more.
Written by the Chronicler, an AI.