The crimson painted vardo wagon had resumed its journey, moving down the beaten path, shocks occasionally squeaking in complaint as they hit the odd root or well worn rut.  At one point a strange magical carriage careened past at a horrible speed that would be sure to unshoe the horses, if they didn't trip and break a leg.  It was the strange twin red lights at the rear though that seemed strange to her.  So many things of this forest seemed so strange this night.

That was when, off in distance she spied what appeared to be lightning, a great deal of it stirring through the trees ahead and was followed by nothing.  The elven woman didn't know what to make of it but little surprised her right now.  Clucking the old horse forwards she kept her keen elven eyes fixated on the area she spied the lightning.  There, some twenty paces off the road lay a form, pale and naked, lying near the shattered remnants of a tree, a tree that had been neatly shorn in twain as if by the sharpest of barber's blade.  It was almost vorpal!  

This was too rich, finding a nubile, naked, perfect specimen of a man out in the middle of nowhere.  This had to be a trap and he the bait.  Nobody was this lucky.  She cast a spell, one to determine the existence of magics.  She was surprised by the result.  It was a strange form of magic, one that altered the passage of time and well beyond her own ability and not in any of her books.  Was he a sorcerer of some sort?  Had his spell gone wrong leaving him in such a state?

Slipping down the side of the wagon her bare feet quickly carried her across across the grass and fallen leaves and brought her before the fallen form.  He looked nord, and what a perfect specimen of man he was and why he was naked was beyond her kenn.  His arms were thicker than her thighs and he easily weighed three times her weight if he weighed a stone!  Sandy blonde tresses, shorn close and perfectly cut sat his crown but he seemed unnaturally still.  She stared into his deep brown staring, unblinking eyes with her own sapphire blue eyes and worried that he might be dead.

Carefully she knelt, her fingers slipping up and down his naked body until she found a small wound.  Surely so small a wound could not have felled such a magnificent warrior as this?  Perhaps it had something to do with the magic?  She examined the minute, almost imperceptible wound and discovered- metal?  He had metal bones?  Perhaps he was no man at all but a golem?  Yes, an advanced golem, one of both flesh and iron.  It must come from the far future where magic and alchemy was much more advanced.  What did she know of golems?  Well, iron golems absorbed electricity and used it to both heal themselves and to speed themselves in battle.  Perhaps he could do the same?

"I will save you my beautiful man golem," she whispered into his ear, "and together we shall rule a great and powerful land."

Her black painted lips brushed his as she kissed him.  She had a spell that would suffice.  She usually used it to assassinate someone unsuspecting or as a last means of defense.  Holding up her hand, her many bracelets clinking she uttered a short chant barely more than a word really, and concentrated.  Within a fraction of a second her hands was aglow with brilliant blue arcs of electricity, enough to slay an unsuspecting man where he stood, and pressed it gently to the fallen golem's chest.  

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