I picked the B one and started to explore each part of his body but before I had to write a story for him to guide myself through the design so here’s the lore of this golem (sorry it’s a bit long ) :
Darkness surrounds me...and I have been trembling ever since my torch has gone out, I feel like I haven’t seen any light for an eternity.
I walk as fast as my fear allows me to, listening carefully to make sure, at every step, that the echo bouncing off the cold walls of this long empty tunnel is coming from me, that the enemy has not followed me here.
I can still smell the smoke.
I can still hear the screams.
I can still feel the hurry...and death around me.
The painful memories of my burning world are silenced when I stumble into something.
A faint sound is heard and, before astonished eyes, green and blue crystals begin to glow, revealing a faded mural engraved on the ceiling and walls.
The engravings tell about a mighty golem of sand and stone...a calamity more destructive than hatred itself.
Because if pure rage is a huge source of violence, the desire to kill is even more devastating.
To protect the country from this monster named Al’mudamir, a powerful mage has sealed it underground, in these catacombs, behind this door covered with all kinds of runes.
This great mage was the founder of the village where I grew up. Keeping this door closed was the main purpose of this village which is actually turning into ashes under the assaults of our enemies….and today I am about to open it.
After one last deep breath, I pray my ancestors for forgiveness and read out loud the sentences engraved on the heavy stone door. The ancient words light up as they pass my lips, and when I utter the last one a muffled crackling is heard.
As the door opens, I see Al’mudamir appearing in front of me, as if it has been waiting behind the gate all this time.
He is monstrous.
So tall that he stands bent under the ceiling too low for him, making it even more imposing and threatening.
Fighting against my tremors, I force myself to raise my eyes to him and speak.
“Al’mudamir, today I exchange your freedom for….a favor.”
Slowly he approaches me and I can see rage and madness dancing in his eyes.
The stones that gravitate around him scratch the walls and the sand shrouding it burns my eyes, but I hold on and do not step back.
“ A favor ? A favor ?! You and your kind have locked me up here for decades, for centuries ! And you think that you, miserable insect, can just walk in here, open this door like everything is normal and ask me for a favor ?! I can blow you and your whole village to pieces with a single breath.”
In spite of my growing fear, I support his gaze.
"All right, not a favor, but an offering. I offer you three armies, their leaders and their countries to reduce into dust."
he comes closer, lays his huge hands on the glowing crystals that dimly light us to destroy them, and the last thing I see shining before I'm plunged into darkness is his demonic smile.