#23 - The Left Behind

Nothing says Posterra like ruins and various debris. The desolate lands of many realms are littered with overgrown, mossy structures, crumbling architecture of ages past and rusting, corroding remnants of the tools of destruction that the ancients used for their delight in annihilation. Some turn into objects of reverence, especially around more primitive parts of the world. Others are used for research into the arcane, in hope to scratch the surface of their secrets, to learn the might of the long-gone civilization even in the most tiny of morsels. And most are just… There. Taken by nature, covered in brambles, lichen and grasses, now home to various denizens of the wilds, birds, insects and such, seeking shade or comfort of the long defunct battle automata cavernous insides. Rarely one of such entity from a bygone age can be stirred to a sudden spark of life, turned out by some peculiar power or event, rising from the soil with a great rumble, unfolding from the very land to a mission long forgotten for people that perished thousands of years ago. These machines vary in their threat – most are too damaged to be of any serious trouble, easily dismantled even by the most rudimentary of our weapons and numbers. Some though, are the God Machines, the Sentinels of immense arcane might, wrought from metals and alloys untouched by tooth of time, reknitting, impenetrable… And when they rise, earth trembles.