@lyrelic wanted a starter!
There's a disgusting familiarity to that machine in soul and body. An echo of someone Myra wanted nothing more than to rip to pieces over and over. It was a shame that her power had been so thoroughly sapped by the magic of this strange city; crushing the spirit of That Woman in her hands was something the lich had wanted for so, so long.
And yet in all that sustained eye contact... the Warforged did not react.
...
Pity.
"No courtesy to cower, no courage to attack. What stays your hand, War Machine?"
But it does not look like Her, and it does not attack on sight. What is this thing?