"Eons ago, stars rained down on Numeria. Pieces of metal, both dead and living ones, fell from the sky. Since

"Eons ago, stars rained down on Numeria. Pieces of metal, both dead and living ones, fell from the sky. Since then, metal monsters roam those lands, and the ground holds a wealth of adamantine, among other valuable things. Weaklings don't survive there. As for us Numerian Kellids, we grew up on that land — we drank its poisoned waters and breathed its toxic air. Metals from its depths infused our bones and muscles. No one can beat us. If there were anyone capable of bringing us down..." the cleric gives you a bitter smile, "it would be ourselves."