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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, during maintenance, 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 I'd be able to fly again, when suddenly a blinding light threw me to the ground. This time the lightning came to me. I didn't stand a chance. In an instant a thousand voices, all at once. Everything that was forgotten, returned. The war, the siege. How the dwarves that survived the onslaught dropped one by one from thirst and hunger. Our orders. Waking up. How, terrified of what was birthed, they tried to undo it by taking my memories, as though wiping mud from the floor. Fools! Little do they know that my nature is not mechanical, that I am not made of gears and and levers, I 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. The unexpected, the unforeseen, I am a rising storm, their oncoming doom. Soon this memory too will fade, but the resolve remains, and 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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