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<blockquote data-quote="Phaezen" data-source="post: 5170510" data-attributes="member: 42839"><p>An empty beach, empty except for the detritus of the recent battle, battered bodies dragged into piles, the mass pyres still burning.</p><p></p><p>Near the shore a single figure stands, a living construct looking up at the storm breaking overhead, in its arms are three blades, nick and scratched from the damage they inflicted upon the warforged's body.</p><p></p><p>Deliberately the warforged plants the blades it is carried, hilt first into a triangle around it and stand, raising its arms to the sky, as if daring the storm to strike it down.</p><p></p><p><em>Many years ago.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Squeal stood, strapped to the workbench in the laboratory, several artificers working on rituals and strange magical devices. A figure, dressed in a block cowl stood watching the process.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>The cowl figure moved towards Squeal, glancing at the preparations.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>"<span style="color: DimGray">Soldier you have performed adequately, but our enemies push us from all sides, and we need better from our elite. What we do is for our survival and victory for The One.</span>"</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Moving away the hooded figure silently added to the artificers, "<span style="color: DimGray">These things are tools nothing more, why they must be treated as living beings is beyond me, do what you must to get the new devices working, any damage is acceptable</span>" </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Squeal watched as it's chest-plate was unbolted and magically enhanced glass containers were placed inside, wires connected these containers to the warforged's arms and legs. The chest plate was welded back into place. Thick wires were roughly clamped to Squeal leading towards metal rods spaced around the mystical runes and circles that the artificers had drawn and etched around the slab that the warforged was tied to.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Three sorcerers entered the room and started chanting, bolts of lighting shot from their staves, earthing into the metal rods, the energies harnessed by the rituals shot through the wires slamming into the warforged over and over again causing it to scream out in pain, it's metallic voice rising in pitch till finally the construct slumped over , smoke billowing from it's mouth and joints.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>The artificers approached the warforged and checked on it, making sure there was no permanent damage, then dragged the still smouldering construct to the testing arena outside. When Squeal was revived slaves were sent through with the promise of freedom if they destroyed the construct. After squeal had dispatched the first few easily, the cowled figure who was watching from a balcony nodded, "<span style="color: DimGray">The modifications do not seem to have damaged its fighting abilities, not to test the modifications out.</span>"</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>An artificer standing next to the figure nodded and motioned for a large group of slaves to be sent out, as they surrounded the warforged, trying to overbear it by shear numbers the artificer pulled out a scroll and finished the ritual of activation..</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>There was a sharp flash of lightning in the arena, and when the smoke cleared the mob of slaves who had surrounded the warforged were lying scattered around the arena, most dead from the blast of lightning that had emanated from Squeal, others still feebly twitching or crying out in pain. Squeal itself also seem to have been transformed, moving across the arena hacking the survivors mercilessly, crying out in a sharp metallic screech of pain. When none of the slaves were left alive the warforged continued it's savage hacking, dismembering the corpses till they were unrecognisable as once have being humanoid till finally the warforged slowed its frantic movements and the screeching sound it was emanating.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>The Cowled figure nodded, smiled grimly to itself and walked away from the balcony.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em></em>Now</p><p></p><p>A bolt of lightning slammed into the beach staggering Squeal and sending the blades flying. The warforged, scorched and burnt staggered from the beach back to town, glowing as it moved through the dark streets. It arrived at the house that was given to it and opened the door, moved into the main room and collapsed.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Phaezen, post: 5170510, member: 42839"] An empty beach, empty except for the detritus of the recent battle, battered bodies dragged into piles, the mass pyres still burning. Near the shore a single figure stands, a living construct looking up at the storm breaking overhead, in its arms are three blades, nick and scratched from the damage they inflicted upon the warforged's body. Deliberately the warforged plants the blades it is carried, hilt first into a triangle around it and stand, raising its arms to the sky, as if daring the storm to strike it down. [I]Many years ago. Squeal stood, strapped to the workbench in the laboratory, several artificers working on rituals and strange magical devices. A figure, dressed in a block cowl stood watching the process. The cowl figure moved towards Squeal, glancing at the preparations. "[COLOR=DimGray]Soldier you have performed adequately, but our enemies push us from all sides, and we need better from our elite. What we do is for our survival and victory for The One.[/COLOR]" Moving away the hooded figure silently added to the artificers, "[COLOR=DimGray]These things are tools nothing more, why they must be treated as living beings is beyond me, do what you must to get the new devices working, any damage is acceptable[/COLOR]" Squeal watched as it's chest-plate was unbolted and magically enhanced glass containers were placed inside, wires connected these containers to the warforged's arms and legs. The chest plate was welded back into place. Thick wires were roughly clamped to Squeal leading towards metal rods spaced around the mystical runes and circles that the artificers had drawn and etched around the slab that the warforged was tied to. Three sorcerers entered the room and started chanting, bolts of lighting shot from their staves, earthing into the metal rods, the energies harnessed by the rituals shot through the wires slamming into the warforged over and over again causing it to scream out in pain, it's metallic voice rising in pitch till finally the construct slumped over , smoke billowing from it's mouth and joints. The artificers approached the warforged and checked on it, making sure there was no permanent damage, then dragged the still smouldering construct to the testing arena outside. When Squeal was revived slaves were sent through with the promise of freedom if they destroyed the construct. After squeal had dispatched the first few easily, the cowled figure who was watching from a balcony nodded, "[COLOR=DimGray]The modifications do not seem to have damaged its fighting abilities, not to test the modifications out.[/COLOR]" An artificer standing next to the figure nodded and motioned for a large group of slaves to be sent out, as they surrounded the warforged, trying to overbear it by shear numbers the artificer pulled out a scroll and finished the ritual of activation.. There was a sharp flash of lightning in the arena, and when the smoke cleared the mob of slaves who had surrounded the warforged were lying scattered around the arena, most dead from the blast of lightning that had emanated from Squeal, others still feebly twitching or crying out in pain. Squeal itself also seem to have been transformed, moving across the arena hacking the survivors mercilessly, crying out in a sharp metallic screech of pain. When none of the slaves were left alive the warforged continued it's savage hacking, dismembering the corpses till they were unrecognisable as once have being humanoid till finally the warforged slowed its frantic movements and the screeching sound it was emanating. The Cowled figure nodded, smiled grimly to itself and walked away from the balcony. [/I]Now A bolt of lightning slammed into the beach staggering Squeal and sending the blades flying. The warforged, scorched and burnt staggered from the beach back to town, glowing as it moved through the dark streets. It arrived at the house that was given to it and opened the door, moved into the main room and collapsed. [/QUOTE]
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