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Message: <blockquote data-quote="tetrasodium" data-source="post: 9385949" data-attributes="member: 93670">Found trhis blurb in the intruduction of races of eberrron describing a chapter that nicely sums it up[spoiler][ATTACH=full]369425[/ATTACH][/spoiler]Also found the boot camp description in there & going to quote it along with the day in the life plus warforged in d&d  section just before it because they go together so well while showing that it very much was not just a superficial weirdness with some gm advice[spoiler="warforged in d&d sidebar RoE pg8"]WARFORGED IN D&DAlthough warforged were created for use in the EBERRONcampaign setting, they make an excellent character racefor any D&D® game. Warforged are particularly appro-priate in a high-magic setting where war has been anongoing feature in the land. They might be relics fromancient times, only recently reactivated, or they mightbe new creations still in service for various powerfulnations or organizations. When warforged are used, DMs should be mindful ofpotential controversies regarding the warforged: Do theyhave a soul? How are they affected by being unable toheal? They are affected as both a construct and a livingbeing, so including aspects or effects that target constructscan be an effective way of including the warforged in theaction and getting around any seeming invulnerability therace might have. Warforged are perennial outsiders, longing to be ac-cepted but forever the “other.” How do various races inyour campaign regard warforged? Are they part of a largersociety, or are they too scarce to form any concerted move-ment? Do they even want to live among other races, or dothey look down on those who wish to be something otherthan what they are? The answers to these questions should provide role-playing opportunities for warforged throughout yourcampaign.[/spoiler][spoiler="A Day in the life - RoE pg9"]A DAY IN THE LIFEWatcher detects a light blue tint in the windows acrossthe road and knows that only a few more hours remainbefore dawn. He has learned from a thousand similarnights that the blue tone will gradually brighten, ﬁrstto gray and then to a pale yellow. The sky over the build-ing behind his back won’t grow bright enough to offer atrue reﬂection in the paned glass until just after dawn,when his human employer will awaken and begin tostir. Watcher ponders this as he stands motionless inthe doorway on the dark street, eyes and ears ever alertfor threats to his employer’s warehouse. Despite the darkness and the danger of his nightlyvigils, Watcher looks to the coming day with resig-nation rather than anticipation. Daylight brings thehustle and bustle of city life, and it will no doubtbring the hollered commands of his employer andher sons. Although the night can bring confronta-tions with thieves, daytime life is more complicated,more troublesome. At night, this part of the ware-house district can be so still and quiet that for hoursat a time Watcher feels as though he’s the only livingthing in the city. On such nights, Watcher thinks about the Last Warand of his former comrades in arms who now work inother parts of the city. All of them were adrift afterthe Treaty of Thronehold declared them free. Whentheir unit was told of the treaty’s meaning, they simplystood waiting in the rain for three days until theirhuman commander returned and ordered them todisperse. For months they wandered the roads andtraveled through the wilderness aimlessly. EventuallyWatcher suggested that they try doing what humansdo in peacetime. All of them have jobs now, andWatcher rarely sees them. A few work in the minesoutside town, some are part of the city watch, andseveral work as salvagers when ships run aground onthe reefs in the bay. As Watcher contemplates these things, his handswork with a knife and a piece of wood. With swiftand deft cuts, he whittles almost unconsciously,carving a small block of wood into the shape ofa lizardlike creature he once saw flying over thebattlefield, its rider casting lightning down with aforked wand. When finished, he places the woodenmonster against the side of the building and picksup another block of wood, never taking his eyes offthe shadowy street. Inevitably, the sun rises. Watcher gazes impassivelyas the ﬁrst morning travelers go about their business.Most passersby deliberately ignore him, which is avast improvement over when he first started workat the warehouse. Some people spit on him as theypassed, calling him a job stealer. Watcher could dothe jobs of two or three humans, so the hostility madesense, but he had to work somewhere to pay off hisdebt for the repairs done on him when he arrived inthe city. A dwarf dockworker Watcher had spoken to oncegives the warforged a habitual nod as he passes andWatcher nods in return, pleased by even this smallafﬁrmation of his presence. As usual, the neighbor-hood children come squealing up to the building togather up his night’s carvings. One of them surprisesWatcher by having the courage to thank him insteadof simply grabbing a toy and running away. In an hour, the coach of his employer arrives, andshe and her sons step down to enter the building.Watcher follows them in, and when there is a break intheir morning chatter, he gives his report of the night.Afterward, Watcher steps back outside to await othercommands, hopeful that they’ll require his serviceselsewhere in the city. Instead, one of the sons comesto tell him to stand ready in the warehouse to unloadwagons. Watcher thinks the man’s name is Barro, buthis employer has six sons, and they all look too similarfor him to tell them apart. Watcher unloads wagons for a time. It’s simple work,and Watcher’s mind is free to wander. After a while,the sons and other workers sit down to eat, signalingto Watcher that it is sometime after noon. They returnto work shortly, and everyone works hard and fast. Asthe light outside the warehouse doors dims, Watchernotes that the activity in the warehouse does notdiminish. The other workers are sweating and doingthe curious things typical of humans becoming tired.They yawn more frequently and become clumsieras the evening wears on, and eventually Watcher’semployer orders them to go home. “Watcher canﬁnish the rest,” she says with some satisfaction—andWatcher does. It takes him several more hours to stack the unloadedbarrels and crates, but he does so without commentor complaint. Standing in place or lugging heavycargo—it makes little difference to Watcher, as longas he has something to do. Watcher checks one last time to make certain he hasdone all that his employer asked him to, and then hesteps out of the warehouse into the cool predawn air.After locking the door behind him, Watcher turns hisback to the door and steps into the doorway, assuminghis customary post as guardian. Watcher notes the yellow tone in the windows ofthe building across the road. In an hour or two, thedwarf will walk by again and another day’s labor willbegin. Watcher spends the time before his employerreturns wondering what it might be like to be adockworker or to join his old comrades in salvagingcargo from the sea. Perhaps next year, he thinks, ormaybe tomorrow.[/spoiler][spoiler="warforged psychology - RoEpg9"]WARFORGED PSYCHOLOGYThe technology used to create warforged began with themethods used to create mindless constructs. Althoughtrue sentience was a goal, there was little thought givento what the effects of sentience would be or how to bestprepare those minds for their new existence. At the moment of a warforged’s ﬁrst awakening tothe living world, it can understand the language of itscreator and instinctively knows how to move its body,but in all other respects the newly created warforged isa blank slate. At this early stage, any creature has greatpower to mold the future psychology of a warforged.It has no knowledge of the world, no understandingof falsehood, and no feelings about good or evil. Liestold to it then might be considered truth forever, or atleast until disproved. Most warforged were created in the forges of HouseCannith. During the Last War, House Cannith hadheavily regulated regimens of instruction for warforged.At their core was the understanding that a warforgedwas not entitled to choose for itself. It was created forone purpose: to be obedient to and ﬁght for whomeverbought it. This simple concept required months of instruction.Although ﬁghting came naturally enough, warforgedhad to be taught the use of weapons and tactics. Theywere instructed in how to recognize enemies, knowallies, and improvise when left without commands.Most of this training took the form of elaborate wargames in which warforged fought one another withreal weapons while artiﬁcers and magewrights stoodon hand to heal them. The victors received praise andsaw the exultation on the faces of their human com-manders, while the losers were berated. At this point most warforged felt their ﬁrst emo-tions. For most it was a single feeling: pride or shame,joy or jealousy. From then on, the warforged fought topreserve or quell that feeling through combat. It wasbetter to feel nothing than to be jealous of others orshameful, and to maintain joy or pride, a warforgedhad to succeed constantly in battle. This simple viewof the world served the warforged’s creators andbuyers well. Next came fear. Although sometimes it is magicallyinduced, most warforged ﬁrst experience fear not inthe face of overwhelming odds or terrible carnage, butwhen they realize that death means an end to experi-ence. For a warforged, this is a traumatic revelation. Warforged were designed not to require sleep;they don’t have any reckoning of a time when theyaren’t able to experience what happens around them.When a warforged was awakened from incapacity,it saw for the first time that the world moved with-out its input, things changed over which it had nocontrol, and time passed without its knowledge. Atthis point, House Cannith trainers explained deathto the warforged as equivalent to oblivion. Once thatinformation had been implanted, fear could thenbe used as a motivator to get warforged to do theircreators’ bidding. Warforged learned about other emotions on thebattlefield. Most gained a sense of camaraderie fromsharing battlefield successes and failures, but fewknow what real friendship is, and fewer still under-stand an emotion as complicated as love. Hate comessomewhat more easily to warforged. Warforged whoknow jealousy can most easily understand hate,but any warforged who cares for his comrades andfears for his life can come to hate an enemy thatthreatens both. When the Last War ended and the Treaty of Throne-hold declared warforged to be free beings, warforgedlost the structure of their existence. Suddenly thou-sands of warforged were left bereft of leadership orpurpose. This bewildering freedom led to a profusionof lifestyle choices. In Thrane and Karrnath, most warforged becameindentured servants, tireless workers who couldrebuild the lands ruined by war. In other lands,many warforged stood on the mustering fields fordays or weeks, waiting for orders that would nevercome. Some warforged then banded together todecide what to do, while others looked to one oftheir own for a leader. Still others immediately setout in search of a life free of war. In those chaoticdays that followed their freedom, warforged madetheir choices based on their feelings about the fourfacets of their free lives discussed below. The ideasthey formed then about these core facets of their livesruled their psychology and inﬂuenced the choicesthey made.[/spoiler]On top of the dehumanizing names & treatnent, In the middle of that warforged psychology section is a great sidebar on gender & personality and a picture of a warforged adventurer at a campfire  beside sleepingelf sleeping human & sleeping maybe halfling party members where that damage & treatment by the world is reinforced right down to the image's description. [ispoiler]"While his comrades ger their rest, a warforged passes the time by sharpening their weapons for them"[/ispoiler] He doesn't even have a name <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=";)" title="Wink    ;)"  data-smilie="2"data-shortname=";)" />.  It's very much worth reading the whole chapter because it continues along with other related topics</blockquote>

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