[CHAR] The Blight - Ruins of Fallion [Undead Fantasy]

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Name: Viktra Var Blackeye
Age: Unknown
Race: Human
Appearance:

Viktra with his 13 lords

Few have looked upon his skeletal pale features or into his ember dark eyes, even fewer have lived the days to speak of it. Viktra is taller than most and sickly slender, with wide shoulders to drape his long grey robe over. He wears many rings of varying type and design, decorating his stick-like fingers.

He has a thin smile that beams as a snakes does before its kill, though his teeth are dull and chipped in places. His long white hair hangs as corpses do from poles, limply, often swaying in his movements. His steps incur a deep and dark mist, and his breath is said to be as cold as tundra winds and as grey as his minions.

Description: Evil personified some say, others argue he is merely a front of something larger, possessed by powers most foul. All that is definite is that he was the necromancer that raised the seven fields, and that he is that same necromancer now, playing as puppeteer to the undead and his followers.

Background: The apprentice of a lowly magician, Viktra sought more, hunger and greed devoured him until he became damned to search the lands for an ancient power, one that would give him the rush of dominance he lusted for. It is said he once had a large and apparently gentle family, all workers of the fields. What became of them, no one knows.

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Name: Captain Xeol Whitestem
Age: 67
Race: Elf
Appearance:

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Xeol is of average height and build, with strangely small hands for his size. He has long grey blonde hair tied in a high ponytail and some stray strands occupy his forehead and cheeks. His eyes are blue and his complexion soft. He often wears barkweave armour or a linked garb, a wooden snake crown is also common upon his head. His right ear is pierced twice with gold loops and his left once with a hanging silver leaf.

Description: Xeol is captain of the northern front, he holds the border with Fallion with his men, and has done for 17 years. He is fast tempered and fast thinking, an asset that has led to a reputation for vicious efficiency

He gets a nervous twitch in his right pinky when he gets angry, he is an expert tracker and duelist as well a minor spellborn, granting him some weak magical abilities.

Background: Xeol comes from the northern states, the snow topped peaks and iced pines are is home. His father was a royal guard in the 7th age, his mother a council member. The whitestems are known for magical abilities, although Xeol was never sent to the Elder Lake for any kind of training. He stepped his way slowly up the Elven ranks until he found himself being offered the leadership of the third sheild.

Such a large responsibility was not for Xeol, who preferred the subtler aspects of war. Instead he opted to become the Captain of the north, protector of the wall. He used to stop travellers and merchants at the high gates, but now all he does is shoot down the dead and occasionally give refuge to fleeing humans.

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Name: Weurg Stonefoot
Age:26
Race: Mountain Orc

Appearance:

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Weurg is a behemoth among his race, occasionally mocked by other Orcs for his troll-like stature and slow way of speaking. Behind his lumbering ways, however, is an intelligent and cunning leader. This cunning can be seen in the green tint of his eyes, in the slight grovelling smirk he wears in war and in the slow methodical way he pushes his greasy brown locks from his face before ripping the flesh from a fresh kill.

He has abnormally large feet, which he boasts are stronger than black rock, feet he frequently uses to crush the skulls of his enemies. Aside from these technicalities Weurg appears to be an Orc, only a few heads taller.

Description: The leader of the third largest Orc pack in Fallion, Weurg is a blood thirsty creature that preys on human convoys and towns plus the occasional bandit camp. He occasionally rides atop a red wolf, if not you will hear his thudding steps before you see him. Not much else can be said about him, aside from the fact that he is set in his ways. Set like stone.

Background: Like all mountain Orcs, Weurg was born into the cold and bloody slopes of the Northern Ridges, forced to fight for life and future. His parents and siblings dead to the Grey Tide as it moved across Fallion and inevitably the Orcish territory too, he himself tool to the comparably luxurious woods of the human lands.

There he found other Orcs, and through might and hidden brains, he has risen in power. He holds his own Orc fort in the northern forests, Stonehide. Heavy fortified and populated, it is not wise to approach its black walls.

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Orion Forrester | Age 23 | Human

”I’m nobody’s hero.”

Appearance

At 5'8, Orion has a slender frame though he has lean muscles from his training. He tends to surprise people with how quick he is and how light on his feet he is. He has a mop of dark brown hair that tends to do what it wants and bright blue eyes. He has a few scars on his back from life on the road as well as a small scar above his eyebrow from where he had gotten into a fight once as a child.

Clothing

Weapons/Equipment

Ranger's Cloak= The cloak that Orion uses is very distinctive and falls all the way to his ankles and is fastened at his neck and can cover his entire body. It has a hood. Colored in mottled green, brown, and grey cloak, the cloak can make him almost invisible in the dense forests of Fallion. He also has a black and white variant so he can blend in with the winter landscape, and there is a summer desert issue, made of varying shades of light brown, for desert places.
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Saxe Knife= One of the two knives used by a Ranger, the saxe knife is a specially made close combat knife that is extremely hard. The Ranger's saxe knife is the lower knife in the special ranger double scabbard. It is longer than the throwing knife, with a grip made of a series of leather discs set one above the other and a short brass crosspiece. The blade is long and straight, nearly the size of a short sword. It is kept razor sharp on one side while the other end is thick and heavy. The knife is strong enough to block a sword stroke without being damaged. the knife is strong enough to block a sword stroke without being damaged. Although it is mainly used as a close combat weapon, it is balanced for throwing and can be used in unison with the throwing knife in the double knife defense. It can also be thrown hilt first to stun an enemy.
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Long Bow= Longbows are simple, typically wooden bows that are often sixty to a hundred inches tall, (about 1.5 to 2.5 meters or 5 to 8.3 feet) and consist of a simple shaft of wood with the ends tied with a thin, strong piece of linen or other type of string. The longbow is a weapon made mainly for long distance fighting. Rangers are trained to shoot very accurately and can hit their targets from almost any distance and elevation by the time they end their training. Longbow arrows are much bigger than recurve arrows. Rangers carry two dozen arrows in their quiver, as well as extras in their pack.
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Throwing Knives= Throwing knives are short, with a "thick, heavy grip made of a series of leather discs set one above the other", and a brass crosspiece between the hilt and the blade. Throwing knives, as the name implies, are meant and balanced for throwing. It is thin at the hilt, widens considerably down its length, then narrows quickly to a sharp point. A throwing knife is carried by Rangers in a double scabbard along with the Ranger Saxe Knife as it is part of the compulsory Ranger Gear. These balanced knives have brass pommels and a expanding, then tapering blade.

Skills

• Because of his training, he hardly ever misses his target however varying factors like weather, injuries, and broken concentration may effect his shooting.
• He is good at tracking and setting traps.
• Able to blend in with the landscape due to the use of his cloak.

Strengths

• His wariness of strangers.
• His fast reflexes.
• His quick thinking is dire situations.

Weaknesses

• He is so protective of the people he cares about that he tends to throw himself headlong into danger.
• His temper. When mad, he tends not to think before he acts.
• He is not one to ask for help.

Personality

Before the fell into ruin, Orion was rather out-going and cheerful most of the time. He can be very protective over his sister and those he cares about and will go to many lengths to keep them safe. Orion could always been seen wearing a smile, even if he is anything but happy. Orion can also be very stubborn, especially once he sets his mind to do something. He is also very self-less, not even thinking if someone is in danger, recklessly throwing himself in harms way to protect them. Despite his cheerful nature, once Orion is angered better run because it is a force to reckon with. The quieter and calmer Orion becomes the angrier he is. He also has a soft-spot for cute things and animals, though he will never admit it. Orion can be quiet oblivious about things, it can just go over his head sometimes. After the fall, Orion lost his cheerful demeanor, at least around anybody that is not his sister. He is still very protective over people he cares about, even more so now. Also still very stubborn. He gets angered more easily now and is not as oblivious as he once was. He also has a very, very hard time trusting strangers. As well, something broke him in him the day his world crumbled around him and when stress or anger is introduced, he seems to withdraw in on himself, becoming apathetic to those around him except his sister and other children. If you are in trouble and you have made him angry, he'll simple turn and leave you to your fate and will not feel one ounce of remorse afterwards.

Background

Orion and Primrose were born to Luna and William Forrester. Their father worked a Ranger for Duke Cinder, keeping the peace, going on missions for the Duke, etc. When Orion grew old enough his father began to train him in the Ranger ways and a few years later, Orion received his Long Bow and went on a few missions with his father. When the kingdom fell their parents grabbed the children and ran. They didn't stay in one place for too long however evil soon caught up with them. Their parents were slaughtered by bandits. Enraged, Orion killed the two men and grabbed Primrose and ran. Now the siblings travel all over Fallion, generally just trying to survive the darkness that has fallen over their world. Orion also began training Primrose as a Ranger.

Other

He is oddly afraid of spiders. Orcs, Goblins, Undead? Sure, bring it on. A garden spider? Nope, nope, nope. Not happening. He is also training his little sister in the Ranger ways, giving her his recurve bow he used while training as well as a cloak.

Primrose Forrester | Age 10 | Human

”Monsters that live inside my head at night are all right cause they can never compare to the ones that live outside.”

Appearance

At 3’0, Primrose could be described as petite and slender. Her skin is blemish free aside from a few scars on her hands and knees from falling. Her long dark curls hang to her waist and she has bright blue eyes like her brother. She is not very strong though she has quite a kick and surprisingly agile and quick on her feet.

Clothing

Weapons/Equipment

Ranger's Cloak= The cloak that Primrose uses is very distinctive and falls all the way to her ankles and is fastened at her neck and can cover her entire body exactly like her brothers cloak however. Colored in mottled green, brown, and grey cloak, the cloak can make her almost invisible in the dense forests of Fallion. She also has a black and white variant so she can blend in with the winter landscape, and there is a summer desert issue, made of varying shades of light brown, for desert places.
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Recurve Bow= A Recurve Bow is a short bow with the traditional curve down the middle, and the tips bending over in opposite directions. The extra curves gives the user extra speed and power at lower draw weights. Her brother used this type of bow when he was first learning to shoot a bow and passed it onto her. They are made by gluing together several pieces of wood. These, in addition, are of varying widths and follow a different grain.This causes the bow to curve into the desired fashion (an S shape). A recurve bow has several distinct advantages over a traditional shortbow or longbow. As mentioned above, it has higher power for at lower draw weights. It also is far more compact than the traditional bow, enabling it to be used on horseback. A recurve must not get wet, as it weakens the glue between the horn and sinew.
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Twin Dirks= Primrose sports dual Dirks on her belt. The dirk is the primary close-combat fighting weapon. The dirk is a fighting knife, with a blade about an inch and a half wide, and very long, about 12 or 13 inches.

Skills

• She is very good at climbing trees. Her brother teases her about being half-squirrel because of how easy she can make it look.
• Like her brother, she is able to blend in very well with the landscape.
• She has very keen hearing.

Strengths

• She is very good at being quiet and sneaking around.
• Light on her feet.
• Quick reflexes and nimble fingers.

Weaknesses

• She tries to see the good in everybody and this at times will keep her from seeing the evil there as well.
• She doesn’t think if someone is in trouble, she tends to just rush to help without thinking of the consequences.
• Bottling up her problems and pain. No one can help if they don’t know what’s wrong with her.

Personality

Primrose is normally described as a kind and caring individual. She tends to put others needs before her own and won't hesitate to help someone if she feels they are in need of assistance. She also has her shy moments where she tends to look at the ground and not really talk to anyone. She gets nervous when meeting new people and doesn't speak much until she gets to know them better. Like with all children, Primrose has a stubborn streak and will not budge if she sets her mind to something. She's not one to anger easily but once she is watch out because she can have quite the temper and is not afraid to give you a piece of her mind. Of course, afterwards she will be completely mortified by what she said and will apologize profusely to the person she grew angered at. If she thinks they deserve it that is. If she feels you completely had what was coming to you, not one word of apology will leave her lips though secretly she will still feel rather bad about it. Another trait of Primrose's is that she has a bad habit of bottling up her problems so the people around her will not worry. Even if she is having the worst day imaginable she will still put on a smile and say everything is fine.

Background

*Read Orion's*

Other

She is mute and has to communicate through a series of gestures to get her point across. If provided, she also knows how to write out her answers on parchment.

[Kidd]

Sloane Shields | 35 | Witch

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Appearance: Despte her age, Sloane can be easily mistaken to be in her mid 20s. Her pale green eyes stand out the most: although mostly a clear and icy green, flecks of deeper emerald and gold dot the irises. She tends to wear dark eyeliner and eye shadow that compliments the color. Sloane’s skin is dark brown in contrast, and she wears make up to accent her high cheekbones. Her dreadlocks are dark brown–nearly black–in color and are styled like a Mohawk with both sides shaved close to her scalp. Sometimes they're down, but she usually ties them back. She walks with a tall, confident demeanor but also hides herself under layers of robes. Under her clothes, toned arms and legs stretch far, emphasizing her height and slimness. She also has tattoos behind her ear, neck, on her back and legs, hips, below her chest, and..elsewhere. When it comes to jewelry, she has multiple piercings in her ears. She’ll sometimes have thick bracelets and rings on, as well.

Height/Weight: 5'10" / 135 lbs

Notable Tattoos: A tree of life on the back of her neck that has roots that extend down to her back tattoos. This tattoo is what gives her extended life. On the inside of her arm, she has “seize the night” scripted in Elvish. It allows her to read and speak the language fluently and was one of her first tattoos.

Personality: When it comes to people, she can come off friendly enough, though she’s rather apathetic behind the smiles. She’s far more interested in art and animals and magic, but she recognizes the importance and usefulness in others. Still, when her mood is soured, she can be sadistic and cruel to those she feel has wronged her–though, at times, she finds herself acting pointlessly cruel sometimes out of impatience or defensiveness. Needless to say, Sloane tends to look out for herself before others. However, she can easily bond with another over similar interests. She likes being active and loves to travel.

Magic: Her general magic isn't particularly strong, but she spends a lot of time on her spells. And the spells linked to her tattoos are particularly strong. However, her tree of life of tattoo works by stealing life from others via the ink of tattoos she gives them. Some she convinces by making deals with them--promising them something in exchange for the tattoo--and business has grown with the chaos. Few--typically bandits--simply want a tattoo. And why shouldn't a woman witch bow to their wishes? So she does, without mentioning the fact their life will end prematurely.

Equipment:
Cloak, to hide her person when she wants to be inconspisious.
Dagger, under her skirt on her thigh. Used not only for self defense, but blood magic.
Bag. Leather. Relatively large, compared to her thin frame, and carries some of her money and supplies.

History:
Pre-Grey: Magic has run in her family for a long time, though the farthest back she remembers is her grandfather who was particularly powerful. He taught her the magic she knows now growing up since his next in line–her father–wasn’t around to do so. While he raised her in magic, her mother raised her in a normal life of chores and child rearing. Of course, she wasn't particularly interested in all that, but she was interested a boy.

She became pregnant well before marriage; then the two planned to marry. Although upset, her mother and grandfather were supportive and life mostly continued as normal.

Post-Grey: Until she lost everything, save for her newborn daughter. But she was young and alone, and she couldn't raise the girl on her own. So she struggled to find someone who would take in the baby. She was continuously turned away...but she eventually found a noble--in every sense of the word--to take in the child. Relieved but alone, Sloane was able to focus on supporting herself: she took odd jobs, fortune telling, and occasionally worked in a tavern but she never stayed in one place for long.

However, it was difficult. She refused to fall into prostitution, and she would steal as she needed; all the while, struggling with her magic. And in her late teens, she developed her enchanted ink for her tattoos.

Her aging is slowed and has been for about 15 years, and she continues to travel. She has plans to return to her daughter soon, as well.

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Evangelion Beauregard | 20 | Human

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Appearance: She stands tall as a noble and her gait alone could give her away as one in a crowd of peasants or bandits. But, among true nobility and royalty, she stands rather unassuming and tired and her frame is curvy. Her most distinctive feature, save for the freckles on her olive face, are her eyes: one cool green to match the mother's she never met and the other a solemn brown. Her hair is dark, and her lips are full, a major contrast to her fairer adopted family. She's wearing a plain dress and her hair is a mess at her shoulders. Leather shoes and a cloak are her best protection right now.

Height / Weight: 5’8” (174 cm) / 175 lbs.

Personality: Evangelion--who prefers Eva but will never say so--has a lot to say but rarely says it. She's perceptive and intuitive, but has to learn to stop second guessing herself. While cared for, she wasn't given as much attention as her adopted siblings so she has grown to excel at keeping herself busy whether it's with learning a new skill or with a boy or girl. While she spends a lot of time in her shell, she is actually quite extroverted and craves stimulation of all sorts: social, intellectual, physical, emotional. Despite all this, she's shy and not fully comfortable or confident with herself.

Equipment:
* A bag of a couple days worth of clothing.
* Within the bag, gold and jeweled jewelry she's hoping to trade for food and a place to stay.
* A horse named War, not the finest steed for endurance, but fast.

Background: At the sacrifice of their citizens, the Beauregard family continued to strive without issue in Post-Grey life. Sure, they couldn't fully season their meats and veggies as much as they'd like, rationing luxuries such as sugar and cinnamon. But, for the Beauregards, life continued mostly normal. Evangelion, in fact, was mostly ignorant to the strife just outside her home. It wasn't until she spent time with a handsome but angry and talkative stable boy did she learn of the terrible conditions outside. When she expressed nothing but apathy for his struggle, he stopped meeting her.

Only a nag in the back of her mind, Evangelion worried about herself and her adopted family. It was harder to ignore whispers in the home of revolt and rebellion, however. But she ignored it along with the cold feeling in her chest and stomach. Until it was blatantly stated otherwise, everything was fine.

And then it wasn't: she remembers awakening in the middle of the night to chaos. Citizens within the walls of her home, bandits and lowlifes too. All thoughts of loyalty to this family were abandoned that night. She escaped, years of neglect from the Beauregard family a blessing in disguise as she wasn't fully recognized as one of them. She packed her plainest clothing and stole a horse before riding off, away from the chaos and into..well, she'll find even more chaos.

[Mr_pink]

The Last of the Soaring Dragons

Tak Chun - Soaring Dragon Clan - 25 - Human
Appearance:
Tak stands at a rather short 5 foot 8 and has a muscular physique. His back is covered in a large tattoo of a dragon, a sign of his now defunct clan. His hair is a dark black and matches to an extent with his dark brown eyes. His skin is rather pale, contrasting with the dark colour of his hair. He wears the religious robes and beads of his former monastery, along with bracers for wrist protection.
Personality:
Tak had an extremely sheltered upbringing, and as a result it would be expected for him to be the stoic, serious monk who never has any fun and is always talking about religion. However, this is far from the case. Tak is rather fun loving and will often taunt and make a fool of his enemies unless the fight is extremely serious. When it comes to religion, Tak is eager to convert people to Chaisum, especially his friends.
Magic:
Tak only knows one form of magic. It is based around 'chi' as he calls it and utilizes fire more than anything else. He uses the flame to empower his attacks and throw flame at his enemies, along with doing various parlour tricks like creating a dragon from the fire.
Equipment:

• One satchel
• Bible of Chaisum
• Various foods
• Canteen of water

Background:
Tak was born to a prostitute mother and a soldier father. Knowing that she could not care for, Tak on her own, his mother took him to a monastery, surrounded by snow and ice. The monastery gained its fame not only for its skilled fighters, but for the fact that they managed to farm and grow in the icy wastes. In fact, the monastery itself was extremely different from its surroundings. It was a lush green and filled with various flowers and crops.

Tak had an extremely traditional upbringing. His life was filled with religion, training and meditation. Every day he would wake up at the crack of dawn to farm, and then move on to his combat training and finally onto his religious studies. It was monotonous for sure, but he didn't know any life other than it.

Of course, everything changed when the blight came to rise though.

His monastery was fairly well protected from the blight, and didn't actually know anything about it until about 2 weeks after it had reached epidemic level. They quickly began preparing for the worst, but it seems that nothing could prepare them for what was to come. They managed to hold off the first few waves, but eventually more and more kept coming and the monastery was soon overran. As more and more men fell to the blight, the head of the monastery realized that if no one escaped then his school of teaching would forever be lost to the blight. He sent, Tak west, to save his own skin and later rebuild the monastery.

Tak did as he was told and began travelling all around Fallion. He has seen a great many things he would never even have thought of seeing during his time at the monastery, and while he is glad to have seen them, he is also becoming increasingly pressured under the threat of the blight and the oath he swore to rebuild the monastery.

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Name: Ares
Age: N/A
Race: Warforged
As eons pass, stone, steel and man will wither and fade from existence, bound by the law eternal entropy. Alas, memory is no exception to that rule.

Not much remains in the old machine’s mind of the times long forgotten, but glimpses and flashes, and faces long gone. Before the Grey Tide, before Fallion, in times withered and gone him and his kind stood guard. Perhaps he was human once? A warrior that fell and was brought back as a machine? None are alive to answer that question. Only a word etched into his arm: Ares. So that was to be his name.

He remembers battles, the rush of air as his comrades and he formed the tip of the spear – clearing the way for their mortal allies. He remembers great victories filled with glory and the weight of corpses on his back he carried home from devastating losses. But most of all he remembers his town.

Ah yes, the town he guarded from the high steps of the Precept’s academy. The smiling faces of children that would dance about him as he would tell the stories of his long adventures. Their laughter as he easily lifted them into the air. Yes, what better way to retire than as guard in a small, peaceful town?
He was telling them a story of how he once fell off a ship and had to walk along the bottom to the shore, when the Precept called him inside. Some maintenance had to be done on the old joints. Kids tugged at him, pleading to continue the tale, but Precept’s orders are absolute. He remembers promising them to continue tomorrow, and then heading inside. And then he remembers waking up… alone, in a ruin, surrounded by thieves.
A thousand years had passed.
What was this place?
Who were these men?
The Precept?
The kids?...
Were these memories real? Were they truly his? Only one way to answer that - he had to continue his tale…

Appearance:

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Ares is a 7ft tall 600 pound metal humanoid, built of steel, stone and materials beyond his knowledge. He once wore the garbs of an ancient city guard, but they turned to dust the moment he started moving. The only things he has with himself are those he took from the thieves that woke him: An old dusty cloak, a blacksmith’s hammer, a rusty sword broken in half and a shattered lantern filled with oil.

Personality: Ares might not remember who he was, but he is a warrior through and through. His outlook on life is seemingly naïve by Fallion standards: Evil never prevails for Justice and Honour will be his sword and shield to protect the innocent. He will not allow injustice to pass in any form and will leap into danger to save the innocent without a single moment’s hesitation, often falling prey to tricks and being taken advantage of by less than scrupulous individuals. He is a man of few words and tends to speak in slightly disjointed sentences, perhaps due to the damage to his memory; however that doesn’t mean he won’t join in an attempt to sing a cheerful song to raise the spirits of those around him. Even if he will most likely fail at it spectacularly. His dedication and determination are beyond words, though it must be said – so is his stubbornness. Ares is decidedly a man of a different era but, perhaps, that is exactly what these dark times need the most.

Skills:
Being a warforged comes with its own benefits: Ares is virtually invulnerable to light physical damage such as daggers, slashing strikes from swords or arrows. However a skilled swordsman or archer could exploit the gaps in his natural armour to deal massive damage or disable him. Heavy blows from blunt weapons can still break his limbs however, and armour piercing weapons such as crossbows and spiked mauls will punch through his metal skin, with the exception of his skull. He has two crystals inside him – one in his chest and one in his head. Destroying the chest crystal will render him immobile – while destroying the one in his head will kill him for good. Thankfully a solid steel skull makes that a difficult task to achieve.

As a warforged he cannot be healed, and any injuries dealt to him must be repaired by a highly skilled blacksmith, which could prove to be troublesome in the world of Fallion. Furthermore he is very vulnerable to elemental magic, electricity in particular will knock him out almost instantly.

As a veteran frontline warrior with the strength of a tank he is an extremely formidable close quarters fighter, particularly adept at using a warhammer and shield. However Warforged’s three clumsy fingers make feats of dexterity next to impossible – as such even tasks like shooting a bow or throwing a knife are beyond him. He’s an exclusively close combat fighter so your best bet would be to fight him from a distance. Plus his metal constitution and extreme weight make shoddy bridges and water his natural enemies.