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<blockquote data-quote="Emperor Valerian" data-source="post: 2456869" data-attributes="member: 15043"><p>The third member of the party, Visiel, is probably going to be the most difficult to write up. As a warforge, his thinks far differently than typical party members, hence the time taken before I put up this post.</p><p></p><p>Look for another post to be up on Tuesday, perhaps!</p><p></p><p></p><p><strong>In the Beginning, Part Two</strong></p><p></p><p>Viseil looked at the small children playing in the street, and gave a deep, metallic grunt as one barely leapt out of the way of a careening carriage.</p><p></p><p><em>Those cadets should be supervised by their superiors more closely,</em> he thought to himself, as the children laughed at the close call and merely continued skipping and jumping. <em>They are more than likely physically fit, but they need more discipline.</em> The pavement under his immense feet popped and cracked under his enormous weight as he began to walk forward. <em>It is not my place to correct them, however. I am not a part of their chain of command. In fact, I need a new chain of command.</em></p><p></p><p>Visiel thought back to his previous three years of life, his <em>only</em> three years of life, he quickly reminded himself. Unlike humans, whose bodies needed exhoribant amounts of time to grow and develop, something entirely too inefficient for Visiel to approve, the warforged came into the world fully developed, fully ready and function to accomplish whatever tasks his superiors set out for him.</p><p></p><p>The first two years for him were good ones. Purposeful, full of direction and tasks. While Visiel looked the part of a massive iron golem, fully eight feet tall, as well as not requiring rest, breathing or sustenance, he had a mind like a humans. A mind that got bored, that sought, no, yearned for direction.</p><p></p><p>For his first two years, Visiel had been a salvage worker for the Imperial Navy. The war with Kandor cost the Imperials many ships, ships that often contained cargoes or logs that the Navy wanted back. It had been the job of salvage crews, of which Visiel was usually the center (due to his not requiring to breathe). Along the way, Visiel had learned many of the trades of the soldiers and sailors he traveled with. He had become an excellent shot with a rifle, and was he was proud of the fact he could reload and fire his weapon again in 18 seconds flat, only half the time even the quickest of his fellows could accomplish the same. He’d also developed a fondness for great warhammers... in fact, alongside his rifle, he carried on his back an immense warhammer, fully as tall as a man.</p><p></p><p>Those had been the good years. He had superiors. They gave him tasks. </p><p></p><p>They also gave him something to work for. One of the gnome tinkerers had made a metal system, with screws and propellers, that could in theory move a warforged through the water with ease and great speed. Visiel had always wanted one... with that speed, he could salvage quickly, and possibly not even need a ship to transport him. Transportation of the highest efficiency.</p><p></p><p><em>And my morale was high,</em> Visiel thought glumly.</p><p></p><p>Then the war ended, the plans for the 'WarForged Propellant System" were shelved and disappeared to who knows where, and with the Treaty of Cantoris, Visiel was no longer needed by the Navy. His superiors told him he was “discharged,” and that he was “free to find work wherever he wanted.” He’d taken that as an order, but to his distress, he’d found the order very hard to carry out.</p><p></p><p>Warforged like him were new, and very rare. Outside of the salvage crews, not many Imperials, let alone other peoples, had seen the likes of him. Those that had seen something akin to him assumed he was a mere golem, the guardian or plaything of some spellmaster, and they had treated him as such. Teasing him about his intelligence, mocking his size and strength.</p><p></p><p>Which hurt. A great deal.</p><p></p><p>While he knew his mind could not compare with human geniuses, or even those that were semi-bright, he knew was more intelligent than a golem... he was likely more intelligent than some of the commoners that mocked him. Yet his last orders had also included the caveat to not harm humans who did not harm him. The words bit... but he also knew none of the knaves had the nerve to actually <em>strike</em> an eight-foot tall metal behemoth. So, with regret, he had ignored them as best he could.</p><p></p><p>He searched as far as he could for the gnome that had shown him and his superiors the propeller system, but the small creature was no where to be found. As the project was secret, none of his direct superiors knew who the gnome was, or where he lived. Sadly, Visiel had spent the last year looking for the small inventor. If he found him, he could surely help the tinkerer build the system. Then, he would be the fastest, most efficient salvager in the ocean, and surely people would want to hire him! Then, he would never be bored, he would <em>always</em> have something to do!</p><p></p><p><em>All will be better once I get a new superior,</em> Visiel thought as he tramped past the children still playing. A new superior meant metallic pieces, which the humans found valuable. And with enough metallic pieces, he knew he could find out where the inventor went, and perhaps buy the device from him.</p><p></p><p>The children's voices hushed to silence as he rumbled by, and Visiel paid no notice. Many humans tended to fall silent when he went by. In a way, after the abuse their fellows had laid on him over the last year, it was rather satisfying.</p><p></p><p><em>The wagoneer said that a human named Baron Dice is looking for crew for a large expedition,</em> Visiel thought back to the conversation with a rather frightened human minutes before he saw the children playing in the street. <em>Barons are high ranking humans, humans that make suitable superiors, or have lieutenants that would make suitable superiors.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Then, I would be a part of the Navy again.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Then, I would have tasks again.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>I'll have metallic pieces to help find the inventor.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>And all would be well.</em></p><p></p><p>The speed of the enormous crunches increased, as Visiel picked up speed towards the Baron’s house.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Emperor Valerian, post: 2456869, member: 15043"] The third member of the party, Visiel, is probably going to be the most difficult to write up. As a warforge, his thinks far differently than typical party members, hence the time taken before I put up this post. Look for another post to be up on Tuesday, perhaps! [b]In the Beginning, Part Two[/b] Viseil looked at the small children playing in the street, and gave a deep, metallic grunt as one barely leapt out of the way of a careening carriage. [i]Those cadets should be supervised by their superiors more closely,[/i] he thought to himself, as the children laughed at the close call and merely continued skipping and jumping. [i]They are more than likely physically fit, but they need more discipline.[/i] The pavement under his immense feet popped and cracked under his enormous weight as he began to walk forward. [i]It is not my place to correct them, however. I am not a part of their chain of command. In fact, I need a new chain of command.[/i] Visiel thought back to his previous three years of life, his [i]only[/i] three years of life, he quickly reminded himself. Unlike humans, whose bodies needed exhoribant amounts of time to grow and develop, something entirely too inefficient for Visiel to approve, the warforged came into the world fully developed, fully ready and function to accomplish whatever tasks his superiors set out for him. The first two years for him were good ones. Purposeful, full of direction and tasks. While Visiel looked the part of a massive iron golem, fully eight feet tall, as well as not requiring rest, breathing or sustenance, he had a mind like a humans. A mind that got bored, that sought, no, yearned for direction. For his first two years, Visiel had been a salvage worker for the Imperial Navy. The war with Kandor cost the Imperials many ships, ships that often contained cargoes or logs that the Navy wanted back. It had been the job of salvage crews, of which Visiel was usually the center (due to his not requiring to breathe). Along the way, Visiel had learned many of the trades of the soldiers and sailors he traveled with. He had become an excellent shot with a rifle, and was he was proud of the fact he could reload and fire his weapon again in 18 seconds flat, only half the time even the quickest of his fellows could accomplish the same. He’d also developed a fondness for great warhammers... in fact, alongside his rifle, he carried on his back an immense warhammer, fully as tall as a man. Those had been the good years. He had superiors. They gave him tasks. They also gave him something to work for. One of the gnome tinkerers had made a metal system, with screws and propellers, that could in theory move a warforged through the water with ease and great speed. Visiel had always wanted one... with that speed, he could salvage quickly, and possibly not even need a ship to transport him. Transportation of the highest efficiency. [i]And my morale was high,[/i] Visiel thought glumly. Then the war ended, the plans for the 'WarForged Propellant System" were shelved and disappeared to who knows where, and with the Treaty of Cantoris, Visiel was no longer needed by the Navy. His superiors told him he was “discharged,” and that he was “free to find work wherever he wanted.” He’d taken that as an order, but to his distress, he’d found the order very hard to carry out. Warforged like him were new, and very rare. Outside of the salvage crews, not many Imperials, let alone other peoples, had seen the likes of him. Those that had seen something akin to him assumed he was a mere golem, the guardian or plaything of some spellmaster, and they had treated him as such. Teasing him about his intelligence, mocking his size and strength. Which hurt. A great deal. While he knew his mind could not compare with human geniuses, or even those that were semi-bright, he knew was more intelligent than a golem... he was likely more intelligent than some of the commoners that mocked him. Yet his last orders had also included the caveat to not harm humans who did not harm him. The words bit... but he also knew none of the knaves had the nerve to actually [i]strike[/i] an eight-foot tall metal behemoth. So, with regret, he had ignored them as best he could. He searched as far as he could for the gnome that had shown him and his superiors the propeller system, but the small creature was no where to be found. As the project was secret, none of his direct superiors knew who the gnome was, or where he lived. Sadly, Visiel had spent the last year looking for the small inventor. If he found him, he could surely help the tinkerer build the system. Then, he would be the fastest, most efficient salvager in the ocean, and surely people would want to hire him! Then, he would never be bored, he would [i]always[/i] have something to do! [i]All will be better once I get a new superior,[/i] Visiel thought as he tramped past the children still playing. A new superior meant metallic pieces, which the humans found valuable. And with enough metallic pieces, he knew he could find out where the inventor went, and perhaps buy the device from him. The children's voices hushed to silence as he rumbled by, and Visiel paid no notice. Many humans tended to fall silent when he went by. In a way, after the abuse their fellows had laid on him over the last year, it was rather satisfying. [i]The wagoneer said that a human named Baron Dice is looking for crew for a large expedition,[/i] Visiel thought back to the conversation with a rather frightened human minutes before he saw the children playing in the street. [i]Barons are high ranking humans, humans that make suitable superiors, or have lieutenants that would make suitable superiors. Then, I would be a part of the Navy again. Then, I would have tasks again. I'll have metallic pieces to help find the inventor. And all would be well.[/i] The speed of the enormous crunches increased, as Visiel picked up speed towards the Baron’s house. [/QUOTE]
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