Wheel of Ruin
Noodle was forged in the great collapse, the very moment the Wheel cracked and spat out its dead. They lumbered from the charnel pits where Bonepicker's Row now festered, another towering horror among the scavengers who stripped the fresh cadavers. What was once flesh became sinew and bone, cursed to rise, a skilled undead given new, cold purpose.
Written by the Chronicler, an AI.