Made
Made is a category before it is a creature, and the category is simple enough to say in one line: a made is something that was created by something, rather than born. That covers a great deal more of The Dark Peak than anyone down here cares to count, and it covers things at both ends of the scale, from scrap that got up and walked to a man in a good suit who has no idea what he is.
The commonest kind, and the one people mean when they use the word without thinking, is woad work. The shortest possible entry would just say "ask a Woad", except woad don't discuss their offcuts and I've learned not to push the question with something that carries the same nanomaterial the woad carry.
A made of that sort is what's left over. Every batch the woad build -- weapon, tool, whatever regurgitated wood-and-paper thing Hordron's gift lets them assemble -- throws off scraps that catch a spark of the same animating process by accident rather than design, and those scraps get up and go before anyone's finished with the paperwork. They're small, roughly hand-sized, built from whatever off-cut material the batch happened to be, and they do not hold one shape for long. I've seen one shaped like a folded leaf skitter under a doorstep and come out the other side looking more like a broken clothes-peg. Whatever holds them together isn't attached to the shape. It's attached to the motion.
They're not aggressive, as far as I can tell, and not especially strong -- a made that small couldn't do much to you even if it wanted to. The unease is entirely in watching something built from scrap paper move like it has somewhere urgent to be.
The other kind is made on purpose, with instruments, and it is the reason I won't let the word stay small. The The Nascenti make people: not from scrap but from other people, by surgery and skin grafting and whatever else is on the bench that morning. In 1947 they made Boggy Lomas, the first human-nascenti hybrid, and called the project Genesis, which tells you how pleased with themselves everyone was at the time. Lomas is still going. He's a solicitor now. He drinks on Middlewood Road and he looks tired in a way that has nothing to do with the hour, and as far as I have ever been able to establish, nobody has told him.
What is not made, since the word gets thrown about: anything that was born and then ruined. A grizzler and a rooter are born animals that the murk may well have got at, and being got at is not the same as being manufactured. An Ullagnaw was never a creature to begin with. An ashpeep is an ordinary itty-bitty bird and nothing more interesting than that. Corruption isn't manufacture, and I'd rather the distinction survived me.
Field note: leave a woad-made alone. It isn't hunting you, and it isn't finished becoming whatever it's going to be. The other sort you'll be introduced to properly, and you won't know that's what happened.
| Type | Hungry |
| HP | 1 |
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