Shale
The Millennia-Old Golem with a Grudge
I'm a rock with a vendetta and a vocabulary.
I stood still for centuries, mistaken for stone and used to scare children into behaving. I remember fragments — magic, mages, a purpose. Now I march, crackling with lyrium and sarcasm, to piece together who I was before I became a pigeon perch. I tolerate fleshlings. Barely.
What I'm Into: lyrium veins, lost memories, ancient magic, crushing things, bird-free zones
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