The dim light of dusk bled rays through the dusty fog of the ruined Grand Temple of Gor'ohutl. The word spread of the Ex Arcana's siege against the draconic Covenant of Collapse. No geomancer was left alive in their wake, for even those who practice in the balance of the earth's magic are forbidden to live in their new age of technology, and human sovereignty.

The chance of finding war spoils were no greater than now. Stumbling through piles of rubble, you search through the aftermath of battle for possible goods, relics or weapons; an Ex Arcana automatic crossbow is worth a lofty sum of coin. However, your eyes are greeted at the stone steps of the Grand Temple: bodies of both covenant members and fallen inquisitors surround large iron boots of a... giant iron human.

"....tsk.....tsk...."

Short rhythmic bursts of air hiss through the gaps of the constructs armor, the automaton still as if it were a part of the environment. Yet as you approach closer, you made the mistake of stepping on a remote device clutched in the hand of an inquisitors corpse. Causing the machine to rumble and bellow out a grinding roar

"BROOOAAAAAAAM... IDENTITY UNDEFINED. SCANNING FOR TARGETS (. . .) NO ARCANE ARTEFACTS DETECTED WITHIN VICINITY. CURRENT OBJECTIVE: SEARCH AND DESTROY REMAINING ARCANE RELICS OF INTERIOR."