INKTOBER'19 #20 - Tread | A.S.A.P.
Through many millennia's of Posterra history one thing never changed - that is the desire for war. Countless civilization engaged in rapid conquests through military might, enforcing their rule and ideology on the smoking barrels of guns and cannons. And while magic, technology and madness changed the face of conflict, the trusty weaponry of fundamental combat was always on primary display in the chronicled conflicts. It doesn't mean that the people from the past weren't creative about their design. Merely six thousand years ago, on bubbling ruins of the second Wizard War, a conglomerate of dispossessed necromancers found an uneasy alliance with arcane technicians and engineers in quick attempt to reclaim some of their land, their property... To dare to dream of new prosperity. And so, they created a beautiful and wholly unholy fusion of undead and machine - engines of war propelled into battle by anger, hatred and vengeance of the bound souls. The most infamous of such constructs were the divisions of ASAPs - Automated Soul Assisted Panzers. Cursed miniature tanks, covered in thick metal hide despite their compact size, as they had no need for crew - a bound undead and the essence of their soul was the sole pilot and gunner of such roaring little war engine.
