Returned by the powers of the Dark Grey Tabernacle, the returned shamble across the shards of Orn, their limbs cracking and protesting but otherwise eerily silent, doing the bidding of their masters. Wherever they are found, one can be certain that the shaded cohorts of the Tabernacle are not too far away.
Sardia is a land of feudal lords who pay homage to a secondary ruling class of religious elites. The peasantry have the luxury of being able to serve both.
The Theocracy of Ressic has many ranks and titles within its organization, but all ranks have a fundamental responsibility for their underlings, as well as making the will of their immortal known. An officer entrusted by Ressic enough to mobilize forces on his behalf must make Ressic's will a priority, even above their own.
Since the beginning of goblin kind, they have looked up to the sky in envy of the flying feather-snacks above. While most are fine wallowing in their self pity like the lowly worms they are, others take it as a challenge to become more than themselves. And there is little that a goblin strapped to several Nitro-Blast Hyper Rockets can't accomplish.
A machine built to last and thrash, often created for the sole purpose of guarding something