During the Interregnum, the Brothers of Will and Steel were desperate. Enemies sought the Engine from every corner. The Solid Storms raged across the land. And coup after bloody coup fostered dangerous feelings among the Brothers. So would history judge harshly the engineers for their cold practicality, for their discovery of a solution so simple, so terrible? "For the Engine is All, and must be protected ... even from ourselves." --- Focused, silent, and ever-watching from seven sets of dead eyes, the wire golem is a fearsome sight: seven fresh corpses, stitched together with a continuous mile of hair-thin electrum wire, charged by the very un-essence of the bodies themselves. The wire is fluid, living, whipping almost faster than the eye can see, creating a veritable razor-cloud around the mass of flesh. Commanded only to consume the corpses of enemies, a defect in design caused the golem to perceive any once-living material as "dead," forcing it to "absorb" material ill-suited for operation (only seven once-living, intelligent creatures are sufficient - and no, no one knows why seven). Thus, the thousands of golems that once existed have slowly but surely been destroyed, more from malnutrition than malfeasance. Of those that remain, almost all have gained some sort of intelligence, making them even more deadly and unpredictable. Instinct: Protect the Engine

• Consume the unwary