"It took one hundred slaves to drag the massive block of firm clay up the steps to the altar. The high priest prayed over it for forty days and nights, all the while shaping the clay into the figure of a man and anointing it with sacred oils. On the fortieth night the man of clay rose up off of the altar, mutely taking it's place by the gates of the great temple to stand guard against those who would defile the sacred place. Even centuries after the empire fell, it's still there, still standing guard." Instinct: To serve the high priest

• Stand guard against looters and heretics
• Bestow a curse of the old gods