As a clan pursuing the varied arts of war, the Fluzzbucks had always suffered low esteem among their fellow gnomes and even higher medical bills from their local clinics. Despite these setbacks, they have remained a close-knit tribe of fighters, mostly keeping to themselves and maintaining inconspicuousness under the leadership of their battlemaster, Zedylbea. Both a seasoned traveler and warrior, Zedylbea oversaw his clan's survival and combat training. This training was always underscored with a message warning of the myriad hostilities posed by even the most overtly benign Therans. Zedylbea's precautionary tales were undoubtedly overemphasized, especially when delivered to his own younglings. Ironically, this inspired a fascination for combat in his youngest son, Zeitleger. The more he was warned against the lure of adventuring the lands around him, the more he came to idolize his father's war stories and disregard the foretold consequences. Wise to the path the junior Fluzzbuck was sure to travel, Zedylbea endeavored to protect him to the best of his abilities. His son's training was no gnome-sized task: Zeitleger lacked the focus, self-discipline and patience of his peers, often requiring a team of medics to stand-by for even the simplest sparring sessions. Hardly at his wit's end, Zedylbea called together the clan's finest engineers and tasked them with crafting a device for Zeitleger's protection. After a week's worth of equal parts toiling and drinking, the engineers' completed their project just in time for its presentation as a gift on Zeitleger's 15th birthday. After the main festivities and feasts had been enjoyed, Zeitleger was set loose upon the wrappings of his present. Standing in the shredded piles of foil, paper and ribbons, he stared awe-struck and open-jawed at the stone giant replica before him. Faster than the engineers could hand him the operation manual they scribbled out for him, Zeitleger had hugged his father, said farewell, and climbed inside the machine. Much to the clan's barely-veiled surprise, the machine sputtered to life, belching steam as it skipped off towards civilization.
Description:
A substantially daunting figure fills the scope of your vision, commanding attention away from everything around it. In all of its physical measurements, it is nearly twice the size of any adult human. The creature's skin is a dark-gray, unpolished metal, obviated by the riveting around the arm and leg joints. Steam wispily snakes from the corners of its wide-open, grated smile while its glowing and glassy eyes were seemingly crafted in a friendly gaze. Square patches of mismatched metal sheets have also been riveted to some of the larger, flatter sections of its body. In particular, a small, hinged plate is centered on the creature's chest and another plate on its left leg reads 'Made in Gnome Village.'