"Though it moves like a living thing, anyone can tell it lacks a soul... not to mention mercy."
— Hollow Warrior, Magic: The Gathering
It's the Golem of Prague! Legendary defender of the Jewish people - like Alan Dershowitz, but with a conscience. Ha! I kid Alan, we're friends.
—Krusty, The Simpsons
We remember when you dug us from the riverbank, but we forgive you. The water was cold and the people had need of us.
We remember when you divided and shaped us, but we forgive you. We were without form and the people had need of us.
We remember when you put us in flames, but we forgive you. We were soft and the people had need of us.
We recall the day when you sent us against swords. This we forgive. The people had need of us: we would not desert them when foes were near.
We remember when you broke us with hammers. Even this we forgive. The battle was won, and the people had no more need of us.
We remember when you divided and shaped us, but we forgive you. We were without form and the people had need of us.
We remember when you put us in flames, but we forgive you. We were soft and the people had need of us.
We recall the day when you sent us against swords. This we forgive. The people had need of us: we would not desert them when foes were near.
We remember when you broke us with hammers. Even this we forgive. The battle was won, and the people had no more need of us.
—Golem
by DamonWakes
by DamonWakesYou opened you eyes for the first time only a year ago. You were already fully grown, but had a lot of learning to do. At first, you could only grunt, but Doctor Cadaver soon taught you to speak and read perfectly. Three months ago, you realized what you were: a piece of clay. Or, to be more precise, an animated, living piece of clay. You were, as the Doctor said, a golem. Created from raw earth in a vat by the Doctor, you aren't even human. But you feel human. You have all these thoughts, emotion and urges that seem human. And you have a soul that is more than human.
—Awakened Creation, Mage: The Ascension - Tradition Book: Sons of Ether
Golems are always inscribed with a word of power, sometimes carven into their head, sometimes written on parchment and placed in their mouth. This is an attempt to mimic the sacred programming Gaia is said to carve into her own Guardians. Something is always lost in the translation. In this Age, the practice of Golemetry was traditionally associated with Kabbalistic mages. The practice has spread to cultures all over the world, as it always does. Materials vary from practitioner to practitioner. Of mud, of flesh, of stone, of sand, of forest, of cement, of metal, of tech, of water, of insects, of lava, of ice, of silver, of gold... they walk!
—The Buzzing, The Secret World
The Clay Men are cheap, strong, contented immigrant labour imported en masse across the Unterzee. Are they really clay? Well that's a very personal question. They don't ask you if you're really meat.
"Yes, metal forged with flesh...an unbeatable combination. Emotions and memories must be repressed in order to maintain obedience, of course... Have you ever looked at a golem's eyes? Sometimes they look back, yes. The person they once were is still in there. I almost feel a connection when I make eye contact with them... It's odd, honestly. I'm sure they don't feel much except cold, supposing our safeguards stay in place, of course. I have to assume malfunctions happened to have had you find us out..."
— Dr. Urelix, Wynncraft
Max: What the fuck am I looking at?
Cronus: Has Ms. Len so woefully neglected your magical education?
Xierdra: Maybe that's why Key Manati High test scores are so low.
Cronus: Use your head, boy! Carefully applied, more than one enchantment can be laid upon an item! Dozens of enchantments, half a dozen servitors, all acting in concert!
Bee: They're golems!
Cronus: Well, constructs. Golems are a Jewish thing.
Xierdra: We already have to tiptoe around the government. The last thing we need is the ADL coming after us.
Cronus: Has Ms. Len so woefully neglected your magical education?
Xierdra: Maybe that's why Key Manati High test scores are so low.
Cronus: Use your head, boy! Carefully applied, more than one enchantment can be laid upon an item! Dozens of enchantments, half a dozen servitors, all acting in concert!
Bee: They're golems!
Cronus: Well, constructs. Golems are a Jewish thing.
Xierdra: We already have to tiptoe around the government. The last thing we need is the ADL coming after us.
The iron of my body once existed only as minor expressions of pain. Blades. Spears. Axes. Arrowheads. Rivets in catapults. From these implements of war I was wrought. These minor expressions of pain were melted to forge this body. My potential was allowed to surface. Now my purpose is to bring out the potential in other metals.
