There’s an old myth that speaks of a solitary and twisted minded wizard who was tasked to create monsters. They were crafted to fight king’s wars, to make enemies run as soon as they saw who they were fighting with…
This is one of his creations, these poor monsters don’t even have a name, they were usually called Wastelands aberrations.
After the big war ended, both the lone wizard and his solitary creations had no enemies to fight, no king’s to offer their monstuosity to, they had no purpose. The wizard locked himself up in a fortress in the middle the south-east wastelands. The creatures just wandered around there, having no meaning, no biological impulse or thrive, killing machines without anyone to kill…. Waiting for any lost soul who found itself walking on the wrong route…
