Legend Lore: Veram, the Unborn

Once a being of cursed birth
No matter how broken, of eternal worth
Loved by a father kept locked away
The limbs of the Unborn misguided, astray
Now it bears the name Veram
Speaking coherent, collected and calm
A titanic figure of organic steel
Grown and transmuted from flesh and bone meal
Two parts missing from the collective one
Without their blood, their casting is gone
And weakened within by lack of bone
The stalwart knight to impact is prone
Seeking replacement or return of limbs
Veram explores options on dangerous whims
Desperate to be whole, full and complete
Their aim is perfection, pride and conceit