Golem looked around in what remained of the last war his creator was in. He saw the bloody remains of the creatures he had killed to avenge his creator, his mace still dripping with blood and guts. Without his creator an Artificer who claimed he was the Lord of Blades, he had nothing much to do. no one to give him something to do. No one to order him around, his life currently had no purpose. As he continued examining the war zone something caught his eye a strange creature he hadn't seen before. A feathery creature with wings that grant it flight. He followed it out of curiosity unaware of the location it was heading.<br/><br/>Where it lead him to was what appeared to be a place where<span style="font-weight: bold">humans with sharp fangs</span>were common.