I  am not a very good writer and this is my first attempt at a novel, I have a general idea of where I want to go with this story, but I don't really think this story will ever be finished barring some form of miracle. This will likely end up, if finished, as a short story of several thousand words. I will now attempt to give a brief explanation of the story. ---------------------- Modern society fell in the wake of the Sundering, the name given to the event that introduced magic and monsters into the world. There was no preparing, no warning, no system to help us adapt. One day monsters came and soon after people felt something, what we later found to be magic. It is only in recent years that civilization has returned to earth, but I have no part in it, I just wish to be left alone to find a purpose. I had been an Engineer before the Sundering and during the Sundering I found I had a massive talent for metal magic. I was a loner before the Sundering and during it I hunted alone and fell out of touch with humanity. I found I loved the hunt and the silence. Unfortunately by the time humanity was regaining a foothold on the earth I found I was too strong, I had no challenges left to take on, there was no worthy beast to hunt. When this happened I thought long and hard for a way to reclaim the feeling of elation. I decided if nature could not provide me with worthy opponents I would simply have to do it myself. I would have to make monsters. When I went searching for ways to make my monsters I stumbled across many interesting fields of magic and science I might use to accomplish my goal. However in the end the two fields I found that I thought would produce the best results were Golem making and Artificing, I knew then that I had found something worthy of my time, and so I began my journey into making monsters.