“Its master and creator was the Witch of the Mountains. The Witch, finding her ambition greater than the finite number of hours in each day, took upon constructing a golem, a mindless servant to carry out her bidding. The golem was meticulously crafted to be in the form of a beautiful young girl, allowing it to function near the townsfolk without causing alarm. Many obscure and rare reagents were gathered by the golem over the years, mystical components to be thrown in its master corrupt cauldron.
The townsfolk eventually took it upon themselves to capture and burn the Witch of the Mountains, and as the flames consumed her she cackled and laughed long after her corpse had been reduced to carbon. When her shrieking finally faded, the golem was obediently crossing a skree field in search of a powerful demonic ingot. The moment the Witch was no more, the life force that powered the automaton left with a howl. It collapsed to the ground, the human tones of pink and red that allowed it to walk unnoticed now faded and reverted to the rocky greys of the stones it lay amongst.”-M.D. Walter