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hiryuu 05-04-07, 10:41 PM	Playing in an FR game tomorrow and came up with a backstory. Talked with the GM about it, we've decided to use the warforged stats for the character, but I'm having trouble nailing down a class for it, but probably going to go psion for being "introspective." Anyone have any ideas? ________________ There's the story of the transmuter who, after having lost all he had I the fall of Netheril, created a golem of alchemical knowledge, the jellied flesh of his wife and daughter, and tried to rebuild a family with it. The golem, not knowing emotion or true joy, was only capable of showing him the semblance of joy. It could not grow old, either, and as he aged, he became more and more irate with his creation. At last reaching a point where he could no longer stand its presence, he ordered the golem outside, and there it waited. He died inside his tower, alone and forgotten, and the golem stood, waiting. The reason the golem waits varies from bard to bard, and in the end, the creature is either waiting for an order from its master, trying to understand the emptiness in its heart for its rejection, or at last understanding the impact it had on its maker, and feeling a sense of duty to guard the place and warn passersby to try not too hard to reclaim what cannot be reclaimed. Some stories even claim that the golem wandered off and is currently somewhere in the realms, pretending to be something that it isn't. It does not stop young wizards from seeking out this golem, for its construction would contain many secrets of alchemy, artifice, and transmutation. One such version lies below. - Bardic Tales of the North Vol. IV, or, A Number of Intriguing Stories of the Hubris of Sophonts to Amuse, Educate, and Entertain (Third Edition) Delaros Athrask was a transmuter of great power during the time of Netheril. He was master of a chamber all on his own, forming new creatures, crafting artifacts of great power, and constructing golems to perform the labors of an entire city. He had a wife and a daughter, both loving and wonderful, his wife beautiful and his daughter showing great promise in the university halls. Delaros himself was a humble man for a Netherise wizard, content to create and dream, pen in hand. Alas, the hubris of another brought him down from the lofty heavens. The death of Karsus brought the empire down to its ankles, and slew the wife and daughter of Delaros, who by some miracle, escaped the destruction of the flying city. He rose from the ashes a broken man, physically and spiritually. He headed east, seeking the elven citadels there for some measure of psychological comfort, for the other survivors were either gibbering masses or violent and vindictive, hunting and slaying wizards they found. He carried the remains of his wife and child with him, reposed and in two coffins. When he arrived, he found nothing of the elven cities, gone to the forest and crumbling. He built a tower with his singular, broken down shield guardian and began a life of solitude. He kept the remains of his family, eventually storing them beneath his tower, coming to visit them every day. One day, he became violently ill, and was unable to upkeep the spells protecting the remains for many months. When he found them, they had begun to decay. He jellied what remains he could, and nervously wandered back upstairs into his laboratory. Distraught, angry at death, furious at the ravages of time and unwilling to stoop to base necromancy, he planned a golem, bound with a soul, that would feel, have a will, and bring him the joy of family again. The golem was formed of the dust and the earth, its mother the damp and fresh earth and its father a pot of flesh and gristle. Over many days the creature formed of alchemical humors and mystical metals. He incorporated vine to supplement muscle and his own blood to bond the creature to himself. When he was complete, the thing was between golem and flesh, looking reasonably humanoid but strangely out of tune with a human body, yet passable. He greeted it as it rose, but there was no joy that passed its lips, no emotion or knowledge of emotion. He was disheartened, and retreated from it, running to his study and tearing his research to shreds. Over the next few days, the golem learned its surroundings and many times tried to make itself known to him. He ignored its actions, hiding deeper inside himself until, one day, the creature sang and laughed. With great joy, he embraced the creature, which embraced him as well, and together they lived, happy and without worry. One day, however, he came upon the creature looking at a bird in its hands, one that it had accidentally crushed, uncaringly tossing the corpse to the wayside and catching another to test how lightly it would have to squeeze to kill the next one. Through this, he came to know that its actions were a farce, a mockery meant to assuage him, that its emotions were not those of a human's. It tried to tell him that it only wished to know its own strength, that it would know what not to do in the future, but he did not hear the golem's words, closing his door in its false human face. As with all things, the wizard Delaros eventually died. No one cried over him, no one mourned his loss, as even the golem that could laugh and cry felt no loss at the mage's death. It, however, watched, perhaps feeling some emptiness in its soul where the mage was once bound as it was, until the tower fell to rot and mildew, to fungus and mold, and even, in time, crumbled. The aged stones, musty and gray, grew green and cracked, filling the air with bittersweet melancholy until one day, there was only dust. As for the golem, roots covered it, dirt surrounded it, and it became entombed in a womb of the forest. There are stories where men and women have claimed to have found it, to have seen its hollow eyes, filled with a longing to understand what drives humans to hubris, forever seeking out within itself some semblance of the dreams that makes humanity what it is.
wtf_thats_my_head 05-05-07, 08:01 AM	like a half amtimed class does forgotten realms have thoses like half steel men or half dead i do belive there was a half human half iron main char in one of the books i do belive it was the dragon rouge
Lord Karsus 05-06-07, 08:16 PM	like a half amtimed class does forgotten realms have thoses like half steel men or half dead i do belive there was a half human half iron main char in one of the books i do belive it was the dragon rouge -Dorn Graybrook, the main character from the Year of the Rogue Dragons Trilogy was indeed a Half-Iron Golem. An attack by a Red Dragon, left him in his sorry state, and a local wizard pieced him back together.
MerrikCale 05-06-07, 10:18 PM	That was an eclectic party to say the least
Lord Karsus 05-07-07, 08:33 AM	That was an eclectic party to say the least -Yes, to say the least. But, it was..."nice" to see such an integrated party. In many novels, I noticed, everyone was either a Human, a Dwarf (Standard) or an Elf (Standard). The party in this case was certainly different: 1 Half-Iron Golem 1 Halfling 1 Human 1 Song Dragon 1 Arctic Dwarf 1 Avariel 1 Faerie Dragon 1 Vampiric Smoke Drake
Aseran 07-11-07, 06:27 PM	He ain't asking about what's in the novels. He's asking about playing the game, kids.
MerrikCale 07-11-07, 08:50 PM	-Yes, to say the least. But, it was..."nice" to see such an integrated party. In many novels, I noticed, everyone was either a Human, a Dwarf (Standard) or an Elf (Standard). The party in this case was certainly different: 1 Half-Iron Golem 1 Halfling 1 Human 1 Song Dragon 1 Arctic Dwarf 1 Avariel 1 Faerie Dragon 1 Vampiric Smoke Drake it is perhaps the biggest reason I liked the books so much