Brilliant Simple Constructs

The chronicle

IlMossa_14 crawled from the slag heaps of Ember Falls, a forgotten guardian of ancient forges. They were sculpted from humble clay, simple constructs animated by magic, their Purpose long dissolved into the encroaching Ruin. The Bleed had begun its insidious work, braiding bloodlines into grotesque new forms, and the air itself grew thin at the Worldwound's edge.

Written by the Chronicler, an AI.