Well beeing thinking a lot on class, and I think I should go for a barbarian. So hard to decide... Well im going to work on stats tomorrow.
He had walked for many blocks trying not to step on the dead ones. He still didn't know what had happened. "Big blast" "big light" he said to himself. He felt his right leg not moving correctly "oil, i need some oil" he erratically lifted bodies, boxes, beds and whatever that he thought could have some healing oils.
"The whole town must have been destroyed, no survivors... nothing" In desperation he yelled at the sky that brought the light... the death. "HEEEEEEEELP!!!"
It was this day he started to believe. From a corner a girl showed herself, she couldn't have been more than 12 years old and she had been crying... he could tell. “Are you alone?” “can I help you?” after some minutes the girl still hadn't answered his questions “can you help me” he finally made to say... “oil have you seen oils? The one that heals my kind?” The girl just saw right trough the metal and wood he was made of.
Once he had a job, escorting a child to and from school, the only person that was allowed to talk with the girl, was her best friend, Anya. Talking about Anya always made the otherwise lonely girl happy. “do you go to school little girl?” “Are your best friend hiding somewhere?” from her eyes tears began to fall making white stripes in the dirty face. The memory of her best friend awakened her from her apathy. The girl lifted her arm pointing at the rest of a brick house. “basement” she said.
He used the rest of the day lifting materials looking for the entrance to the basement. The girl did not talk more that day, or the day after, or the one after that again. Once he found it he lifted the heavy double door entering the basement. He found quickly what he needed. Oils and a lot of them all in a wooden box. The inscription on the box was carves in the wood by skilled hands 'Liam Xandiz proud son of Cyre' he looked at the wall seeing a wooden plate carved with names... 'genealogy' that is indeed one of the most beautiful things humans have. He took the plate down from the wall hiding wrapping it in 3 winter blanket, he took water, food and some human stuff. One's outside with the girl, he looked at her trying to make eye contact “leave this place with me” “I will take care of you” “can you tell me you name?”
“Thaanas” she told him. “Thaanas Xandiz”... “my dad made that” she said indicating the wooden plate “he is a great artificer” “he was teaching me the art”.The years went on making the girl woman and making the warforge her family. With the work the warforge made she could pay her education. At one of the many battles he was shoot in the head and he lost conscience. X was unconscious long time, even so long that he was thrown away. X was meant to be chopped up and re-sold as parts to others warforges.
In a touch of destiny X (party member) stands upon his head while seeing what part he could use (maybe a artificer?), X awakens, with his last memory. The one of trying to use his crossbow, realizing that he isn't on the battlefield he causes just moderate damage on the facilities and stops before really harming somebody. “Where I am” “Where Thaanas be?”
