|For this is the truth of God... He shaped man from the earth, and breathed life into him. |
Who am I?
I was shaped from the earth, but life was not breathed into me.
What am I?
I am a golem. Little more than a statue, one that can walk. Truth etched on my body. A man-sized, man-shaped vessel to house my masters... my creators.
Truth be told, I am a crude parody of this creation known as man.
I know not why my masters decided to make me the way I am. I was made to look like man.
But I am not man... I am a golem.
And yet, I can't help but feel just as close to the Almighty's creation... I at least am the creation of His creation. The humans have at least taught us that much.
Regardless of the circumstances surrounding my creation, I do know my purpose: I will not rest until there is peace between man and M'boro alike.
Will they listen to the likes of me?
- Aemaeth, M'boro Golem (random ramblings, Day One)