[Medium Sized Models (Three Variants) - 25mm Bases]
[Presupported with LYS files in 32mm & 75mm Scale]
Workers and warriors created by Tomas Lumens after a decade of trial and error and fruitless pursuits. Their final missing piece was one that has been met with criticism and ultimately a price on his head: in order to function like people, they must be bound with the souls of people. Though he claims the souls within the Simulacrums have entered them voluntarily, many see this as an abhorrent practice of necromancy. Tomas sees it as a means to break the chains that have forever bound his people, and that perhaps the monarchy and companies might finally see reason to end Orc slavery if the purpose is to save coin.
The pride and joy of Tomas Lumens and the culmination of his life’s work. The Clockwork Simulacrum is a capitalist’s answer to slavery, a way to end the suffering of those in bondage, and line the pockets of its investors and adopters at the same time. Yet the lobbyists in the slave trade would not let their life’s work, their palaces built on the bloodied backs of ten thousand lives sold to the highest bidder. Every chance they got, they did what they could to sabotage Lumens, whether it was assassinating his investors or sending mercenary death squads to his doorstep.Yet the Simulacrums endured, despite everything, for he was able to replicate their design even after his blueprints were burned and he was forced to flee his home.
Whilst the Simulacrums might be a plausible contingency against slavery, a grim truth lies beneath their subservience: for though their bodies are machinery indeed, their minds are not. Each construct bears a soul that drives it, both powering it and fuelling its decisions and motivations. Housed souls are supposedly there voluntarily, so Lumens claims, yet those that would try break from their labour and purpose can be controlled and punished with overrides built into their systems and once a soul fills a simulacrum as its vessel, it cannot be removed from the vessel. Lumens is thusly aware that his technology is a dire embodiment of necromancy, yet is trepidatious to unveil this for it would certainly draw the ire and scorn of any would-be investors, not to mention the zealous pursuit of the Inquisition for his head.
Now as Lumens nears the end of his wits and wages war against the crown, the Simulacrums have become his foot soldiers, repurposed for battle and reinvigorated in their spirit. Change is enacted by peace only as far as one’s opponents are willing to bend; when they refuse to bend further, the sword is the only means left to force them down. The Simulacrums are his sword, and with little options left, he will march them into the very palace of the King if he must, and tear him limb from limb, each of his family as follows until one eventually agrees to the abolishment of slavery, and the decriminalisation of magic.
