Capture souls. Prepare organic compounds. Animate.
As a science guy I never put much stock in luck...until mine ran out.
When my fellow tomb-hunter blew me off a bridge, leaving me for dead and stealing my golem companions, I became a convert to the existence of good fortune. I didn’t die, against the odds. I was spared. Rend, I said to myself, cradling my leg stump, what would the Temple instruct in this situation? Mercy and Wisdom, of course.
So that’s what I’ll do... when I free the golem ...