Gothizzar Harvester

The Gothizzar Harvester is the Ossiarch economy given legs. It stalks behind the phalanxes like a tender behind a fleet, cracking the fallen apart with sickle limbs, sorting femur from rib with obscene delicacy, and passing fresh material forward so that shattered Mortek knit whole again while the battle still rages. Where a Harvester walks, the legions are effectively endless.

No Ossiarch construct is more hated by the living, for soldiers must watch their brothers carried off as raw stock, and whole armies have fought to the death simply to burn their own dead first. The Mortisans regard this fury with genuine puzzlement. Nothing has been wasted; nothing desecrated. The dead have merely been promoted to usefulness, and the Harvester's patient gleaning is, by the empire's lights, the sincerest honor the Ossiarchs ever pay their enemies.