An immensely complicated machine taking up 3 metres square. The “brain” is held in a small silver box, and it has mechanical legs to walk on. These are a bit frail, but stronger than steel. There are four of them, and three claw arms equidistant with one pointing straight out of the back.
For as long as the dwarves can remember, the Lectic has stood within their halls, churning out bits and bobs (such as trousers, buttons, maps etc.) with no real pattern. Among the more enlightened members of this race the Lectic is rumoured to have been built by the Star-Gods who came from the stars (surprise, surprise) millenia ago. Then it had a purpose - now it has none. This lack of purpose is blamed on one Kraz Boltzinger who one day decided to make the Lectic more clever. How he went about this is unknown, but the Lectic went into the mad state it is now.
Some people still believe that the Lectic can be fixed, and among these there are people who believe the Lectic to be able to talk telepathically to dwarves in times of danger, or biding its time to a great event when it will start its work all over again. Until then, the Lectic remains as unpredictable as ever.
The Lectic can walk about at a slow speed, but can’t fight on purpose. It can only be properly destroyed if the silver box is smashed, otherwise it will rebuild itself.
A sentient machine which churns out useless items, but may have a more important task. (actually an It).