One of the more potent servants of a lunar cult that shouldn't have been allowed to prosper for so long, and yet they had. A body wrought of marvelous materials clads this rail-riding automaton, with a mind made from the splintered divine essence of lunar gods giving it keen autonomous abilities. Combined together these make it a profound threat, worse, because of the flexible nature of the moonsilver that makes up its being its armaments are polymorphous: One minute it might be unleashing a hail of silvery fléchettes, next it unleashes gouts of silver-laced steam or blasts of silvery light that chill the soul, or worse even more creative things. As long as its inventions have some kind of military application at least. Its primary weakness is its limited mobility, but if its power were to be applied in a more creative sense... even that might be overcome. Instinct: To obey

• Harry foes with silver-laced artillery
• Unleash militarily-focused divine magic with vicious aplomb