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The Gauntlet

I was wondering why the text was gigantic but then I thought it still was gud.

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Ariamis the Mechanist

Ariamis listened intently as to what needed to be done to allow the great construct to rise again and was a little astonished it had to be 'turned on', it must be of a more mechanical make than the ones he was used to but that could be done. It was heavy no doubt but six arms tended to make moving large objects easier by leverage and luckily none were in much danger of injury otherwise he would have needed help like when he was just a regular Dwarf. However, the light around the Artificer's chest was interesting as by its light it almost appeared to act as a heart. Curious. A different make than my Enclave to be sure, tis a shame I do not have one myself.

The mechanist stepped over to the golem looking back at the fighting quickly to assess danger which made him think the sooner this was resolved the better. He positioned himself and his extra four arms to provide him with the best possible power and stability before pushing hard against the metal body of the golem with his other arms lifting upwards. He could feel the construct moving so the next part would be to get the lady Artificer to its back which he supposed the other human could manage he hoped. As much as he wanted to take the time to settle in to figure out the make of her creation they were on a time limit so he would have to wait and it did not look like the fight was going particularly well without them though hearing the shriek of the burning beast brought a grin to his face.

"Human ally, could you help the lady onto her Golem? I should have it turned over quite soon but they will have need of me in the battle I think shortly after." Ariamis said towards the man who had also arrived to help.

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Makes a good bit of sense, if it helps things run smoother for everyone its hard to complain.

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The Dwarf is in motion, I repeat the Dwarf is in motion.

Suppose it's a good thing Ariamis doesn't understand the concept of a mech suit yet then.

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Ariamis the Mechanist

Ariamis grunted as wakefulness came to him on the cold stone of the floor making him question just what that damnable artifact had done to him. He stood up quite quickly however as it appeared there were more people around him though if only it were just them and not the horrific almost Drider like being coming down from the ceiling. It gave only a short display before swatting aside anyone too close with its spiked limbs, he would have to avoid those until he could close the gap. It sent several other combatants sprawling before rushing at himself and those who had been initially out of reach. In response, the side opening to his contraption opened to reveal the four clawed arms it helped to house and just like that the Dwarf was ready to fight.

The only problem was they were scattered with only two of they're numbers already in motion which would not do against a creature this size. If they intended to attack frontally he would ideally get to the flank where he could deploy some of his more potent abilities or underneath the beast where he might hold the advantage that his size allowed him. That did not appear to be a working solution however because the three of them alone would not hold for long against the assault. There was an ally to the right who appeared to be unable to move to help them laying against what looked like a mighty iron golem yet did not move as it should. It would be of immense use to them so that was a priority in his mind before directly engaging with the enemy, they would need everything at immediate disposal to assess they're chances.

As the Drider charged he tucked himself and his extra arms into a roll making use of his size to avoid the blows he surely would have taken. He was sturdy for sure but even he had no interest in getting crushed by that thing or trying to match it head of even if he could. After unfurling himself he used his arms to help himself almost gallop over to the fallen construct and its Artificer who despite the strange grab certainly looked the part. He understood why she was not fighting immediately upon arriving casting a glance at the pant leg looking more in length like one of his own than a human's.

"Why does your golem lie dormant? I believe we will need it and yourself shortly." Ariamis said turning to check how long they might have to figure out a solution to reawaken the golem while the very angry problem on the other side of the room continued its rampage, "I could be of assistance though I need to know what to do."

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Sweet. The Mechanists in his world are pretty much the cyborgs but they are pretty rare and no one knows fully what to make of them because they are genuinely strange in a world where magic is still fairly dominant.

Loving the cast of characters right now.

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Ariamis The Mechanist

Name: Ariamis Gundaz

Age: 128

Gender: Male

Appearance: Ariamis is a short and stout man of around 3'8" in height with bronzed skin littered in scars and dark blonde hair. He wears hardened leather pants and a thick somewhat ornate tunic with a gap in most of the back accompanied by sturdy boots. Connected to his back is a relatively large metal contraption with multiple possible openings seeming to be fused into his back and spine though he shows no discomfort from it. He also appears to have a mechanical eye and arms though that is all that is visible.

Personality: The dwarf is quite a serious and often stoic person to most as he rarely trusts them at first due to the nature of his being as well as the stigma it carries among common folks. He can be very resourceful and inventive, not to mention pragmatic, which first piqued his interest in making adjustments to himself for the better, in fact he has felt more himself ever since the new additions. Underneath it all he is a very curious man wanting to expand his knowledge of things and find ever more interesting and useful things in the world around him.

Armaments:

Mechanical Arms- Ariamis has replaced his own arms with rune covered metal ones that function in much the same way but are far more durable and much more painful than the original. He also has two extra pairs of extendable clawed arms from the contraption on his back allowing him to defend himself from multiple directions, channel some of his other modifications or simply to multitask.

Mechanical Eye- His eye allows him to see in low light conditions, zoom in on something and can temporarily project light if need be for less fortunate companions.

Sonic projector/Flamethrower/Acid nozzle/Coolant vent- In the center of the claws is an adjustable module that can be changed and loaded to suit a variety of offensive purposes whether the target needs to be stunned, burned, melted, or even frozen if it or they are small enough. It can also effect allies or the environment if either Ariamis or companions are not careful.

Back loaded drill- On top of the contraption is an opening which allows a drill to poke over the dwarf's shoulder to either work on machinery or make his enemies hurt very badly if they are in close range.

Charged claws- The extendable arms can be made to discharge electricity draining from the contraption's power core which needs time to recharge.

Drones and Constructs- The way of the mechanist is one that often requires using any resource at hand and Ariamis is not opposed to using the remains of his enemies to create servitors of sorts if he has the supplies on hand. He can makes devices to animate the body as a servant or create a drone of sorts out of a skull to help him in his endeavors.

Biography: Ariamis was the young son of a lowly craftsman, by Dwarven standards, who was exiled from his home in the hold of Dugoin while he was very young so unlike many of his kind he grew up among the humans and other races of the land. He often felt as if he was out of place being smaller than most and of a different mind to many of the people he talked with whether it was helping out around the forge or just wandering the different towns they visited on the way through to the next. His father never wanted to stay in one place and he was very much stuck in his ways even if they were what caused him so many problems no matter where they settled. The young Dwarf decided he was done with putting up with his waste of a parent, whom he had started to surpass in skill, and went off to figure out just who he wanted to be by himself.

During this time he did what he had to when it came to putting food in his belly and a roof over his head mostly doing whatever work he could find but occasionally stealing to make ends meet. Eventually he was approached by a robed man who offered him a place to stay and a different path to follow rather than just be a vagabond he could be a Mechanist. It was tempting to him because all knew of the group of inventors who crafted wondrous constructs and could replace limbs of flesh with steel though he was a cautious man wanting to know what was to be expected of him. They wanted to see his skill and his passion first so he was brought to the man's enclave out in a remote cave system where they could work and talk in peace. It was a place of unity where all worked for a better future and to improve on oneself quite literally, if you could not do something simply make an apparatus to allow it. There had been no way for him to attain a better life so now he would make a way and so he did growing in renown and rank over the course of decades.

He exceeded beyond his new master's expectations becoming one of his most diligent students and one who had taken the most to replacing parts of his body with machinery as it made him feel whole. He had recently been set out to find artifact that had come into notice of the enclave in an old tomb which was uncovered. It looked to be extremely valuable for research purposes and no doubt it would be better off in the hands of the Mechanist order than some other less savory organization. So down he went through monsters and undead residents until he came upon the final chamber that rested an iridescent orb which he went to retrieve when everything went dark.

Now there is no tomb or artifact, only the Gauntlet.

The Gauntlet

Ariamis The Mechanist

Name: Ariamis Gundaz

Age: 128

Gender: Male

Appearance: Ariamis is a short and stout man of around 3'8" in height with bronzed skin littered in scars and dark blonde hair. He wears hardened leather pants and a thick somewhat ornate tunic with a gap in most of the back accompanied by sturdy boots. Connected to his back is a relatively large metal contraption with multiple possible openings seeming to be fused into his back and spine though he shows no discomfort from it. He also appears to have a mechanical eye and arms though that is all that is visible.

Personality: The dwarf is quite a serious and often stoic person to most as he rarely trusts them at first due to the nature of his being as well as the stigma it carries among common folks. He can be very resourceful and inventive, not to mention pragmatic, which first piqued his interest in making adjustments to himself for the better, in fact he has felt more himself ever since the new additions. Underneath it all he is a very curious man wanting to expand his knowledge of things and find ever more interesting and useful things in the world around him.

Armaments:

Mechanical Arms- Ariamis has replaced his own arms with rune covered metal ones that function in much the same way but are far more durable and much more painful than the original. He also has two extra pairs of extendable clawed arms from the contraption on his back allowing him to defend himself from multiple directions, channel some of his other modifications or simply to multitask.

Mechanical Eye- His eye allows him to see in low light conditions, zoom in on something and can temporarily project light if need be for less fortunate companions.

Sonic projector/Flamethrower/Acid nozzle/Coolant vent- In the center of the claws is an adjustable module that can be changed and loaded to suit a variety of offensive purposes whether the target needs to be stunned, burned, melted, or even frozen if it or they are small enough. It can also effect allies or the environment if either Ariamis or companions are not careful.

Back loaded drill- On top of the contraption is an opening which allows a drill to poke over the dwarf's shoulder to either work on machinery or make his enemies hurt very badly if they are in close range.

Charged claws- The extendable arms can be made to discharge electricity draining from the contraption's power core which needs time to recharge.

Drones and Constructs- The way of the mechanist is one that often requires using any resource at hand and Ariamis is not opposed to using the remains of his enemies to create servitors of sorts if he has the supplies on hand. He can makes devices to animate the body as a servant or create a drone of sorts out of a skull to help him in his endeavors.

Biography: Ariamis was the young son of a lowly craftsman, by Dwarven standards, who was exiled from his home in the hold of Dugoin while he was very young so unlike many of his kind he grew up among the humans and other races of the land. He often felt as if he was out of place being smaller than most and of a different mind to many of the people he talked with whether it was helping out around the forge or just wandering the different towns they visited on the way through to the next. His father never wanted to stay in one place and he was very much stuck in his ways even if they were what caused him so many problems no matter where they settled. The young Dwarf decided he was done with putting up with his waste of a parent, whom he had started to surpass in skill, and went off to figure out just who he wanted to be by himself.

During this time he did what he had to when it came to putting food in his belly and a roof over his head mostly doing whatever work he could find but occasionally stealing to make ends meet. Eventually he was approached by a robed man who offered him a place to stay and a different path to follow rather than just be a vagabond he could be a Mechanist. It was tempting to him because all knew of the group of inventors who crafted wondrous constructs and could replace limbs of flesh with steel though he was a cautious man wanting to know what was to be expected of him. They wanted to see his skill and his passion first so he was brought to the man's enclave out in a remote cave system where they could work and talk in peace. It was a place of unity where all worked for a better future and to improve on oneself quite literally, if you could not do something simply make an apparatus to allow it. There had been no way for him to attain a better life so now he would make a way and so he did growing in renown and rank over the course of decades.

He exceeded beyond his new master's expectations becoming one of his most diligent students and one who had taken the most to replacing parts of his body with machinery as it made him feel whole. He had recently been set out to find artifact that had come into notice of the enclave in an old tomb which was uncovered. It looked to be extremely valuable for research purposes and no doubt it would be better off in the hands of the Mechanist order than some other less savory organization. So down he went through monsters and undead residents until he came upon the final chamber that rested an iridescent orb which he went to retrieve when everything went dark.

Now there is no tomb or artifact, only the Gauntlet.

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So I imagine with tech it would be the same principle correct?

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Haven't found a good one of these in awhile, I'd be willing to throw my hat into this.