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Message: <blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 6286414" data-attributes="member: 9255">CREATION SCHEMASEGMENT 355“WHAT HAPPENED” 4/9/14ARYTH 16,  999“There had to be a dozen or more warforged here once.” Says John Play, Hero for Hire.“All destroyed very quickly and savagely.” Adds Calli d’ Sivis, the House Sivis reporter and girlfriend to the time traveler.“Something big.  Look at those trees.  The damage is ten feet up.  Something huge struck it.” Adds Glyder Freetime, the gnome Time Traveler.“Be alert everyone.  This looks fresh.” Warns Jasyne Symtex a Kensai Archer hired by the richest person on the planet.“Amazing.” Follows up Kim Elderich, the richest dwarf and person on the world.  The mage / cleric of mystery and good intensions with bad decisions look around for more hints and clues.Play picks up a head of a warforged.  “It may take a few minutes but I could maybe learn what happened.”“Please lad- do it.” Answers the dwarf.Play places the head back down and pulls out a pair of skin tight fine scaled gloves.  He replaces his previous pair with these while searching the ground and bushes for something.  He spots a sword and picks it up.  He concentrates on it.  The whole time the Kensai archer is monitoring the surrounding area.With his eyes closed, Play allows the glows to connect his mind with the weapon.  He is searching for empathic impressions.A blurred vision of a warforged comes to his mind’s eye.  The image sharpens.  It is a warforged warrior.  He was created in Cyre before the day of Mourning.  Cannith created him.  He was sold to Cyre’s military.  He fought many battles with Karrnathi undead.  One battle was especially gruesome.   The chaos and energy of the war… the warforged felt most at home in battle.  He never questioned it.  Never questioned orders.  Even when killing civilians.  Unarmed men, women …. Even children.  He was a killing machine.  His name was CY-2389 by Cannith….. Cyre called him Massacre…. He was brutal, efficient and stealthy.  This sword… was a gift by the government.  It was magically attuned…. To repair him…. If he ever was struck magically…. By fire based magic. Play feels queasy.  This is why he hates using the Gloves of Object Reading.  Maybe it’s him, maybe it is a defect in the gloves manufacture… but he “feels” the emotions… the psychic energy… of the owner.  This warforged was evil…. He enjoyed killing even when he knew the war was over.In a rush of images…. Play sees him leaving the ruins of the Mournlands… with a sense of purpose…. He comes to Sharn with the others…..  they go by ship to Stormreach…..   They kill the crew in sight of the port… walk on the sea’s bottom and into the jungle….. they hold a magical device……. It helps them ….. they walk through the ice…..  enter the forest.   Play feels his heart race.   The soldiers are scattering…. Some in defensive positions…. Some flee.    Massacre tries to hold his group…. But something…. Large…. Huge in size is tearing through them.   It uses magic as well as sheer physical force……  it is coming for him.   It warns him in a language he doesn’t understand.  Play knows it…. Draconic.   It rises up… a long serpentine form with a dragon’s head……“LINNORN!” screams Jasyne as he sees it in the trees.</blockquote>

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