Machines are Rym’s technological undead, as it were. They come in all decrepit shapes and sizes, beings left in the ashes of the former world. Most are bound to a particular location and are no longer controlled by Aethos, though some wander the world in a purposeless daze. They speak their own language and fake that of others by means of a chatterbox parser. Some have gone absolutely mad, and will kill on sight (as many undead ought), while others are cold, calculating minds locked to forgotten ruins or even great goliaths wandering the landscape in search of enemies which no longer exist.