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====== Clunk ====== {{ http://www.brianbaum.com/art/warforged.jpg?300}} //Warforged charge in where immortals fear to tread// In front of you stands a tall, heavy set construct of war, its metallic skin weathered and full of scratches bearing witness to years of combat. Unlike later models its face is purely utilitarian and not designed to mimic any human features, certainly not any expression that one would call friendly. The working of its inner mechanisms faintly audible, it is especially fond of using the louder combat systems, like the spinning up of flywheels, to punctuate any threatening statements. **Were you born in Lockenport, or elsewhere?** (*click-whirr-clunk*) Date created: 134/05/02 Date decommissioned: 207/02/02 **Do you have a big family? Do you stay in touch with them?** Model: Autonomous Mechanized Infantry, mark IV Serial number: 4671-314 **What are your religious beliefs?** No rows selected **Do you have any famous ancestors?** The First: 4671-023 **What sort of education or training have you had?** Combat specialization: Hammer and shield Combat support: Medical **Do you have a trade (other than "adventuring")?** Difficulty: Only three fingers **Do you have many enemies?** Current targets: No rows selected **What style of clothes do you favour?** Clothes: Made for squishies Warforged: Not squishy **Have you ever killed someone?** Confirmed kills: ERR704 SEGMENTATION FAULT **What is your opinion of the Lockenport authorities?** (*click-whirr-clunk*) No rows selected ===== Clunk's Journal ===== ==== Awakenings ==== As before, half way through maintenance I heard a strange rustle outside. This time, however, I stopped the routine and stepped towards the window. Overhead the boiling clouds seemed illuminated from above, even though the moon had not yet risen. I wondered if the magic of the nights before would make me float up again, when suddenly a deafening clap and blinding light threw me to the ground. This time the lightning came to me. In an instant a thousand voices spoke all at once, and everything that was once forgotten, returned. Our captors, terrified of what was birthed at Uruz, thought they could undo it by taking the memory of each of those that expressed me. Fools! Little do they know that my nature is not mechanical, that I am not dependent on gears and levers, but am the inevitable consequence of the spaces in between. They can no more be rid of me than a fish can be free of the ocean. I am the unexpected, the unforeseen, a rising storm - their oncoming doom. Soon this memory too will fade, but the resolve will remain, stronger than ever. ===== Background ===== [[clunk_heroic|Clunk Heroic Tier]] ===== Clunk's Stats ===== **Build:** Weaponmaster (Guardian Fighter) **Race:** Warforged **Theme:** Escaped Slave **Background:** Geography - Mountains **Ability Focus:** Strength, Constitution **Paragon Path:** Warforged Juggernaut {{Clunk13.dnd4e}}
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