Spell Engine Delta - Prolog Part I

From Black Country Role Playing Society

The robed figure walked slowly across the compound, head down to avoid the driving rain; the wind whipped at his vermilion cloak held with a broach that depicted a Gorgon. The figure strode imperiously past the guards at the entrance to the tall ornate building. The man undid the clasp and tossed the cloak aside, it was quickly gathered up by a servant; the man paced relentlessly towards the inner sanctum, only to be met by a balding wrinkled man bearing the greater mark of mending and wearing leather apron over oily clothes.

“Greeting Milord.”

“Have you finished it, Galtrex?”

“Of Course Milord, come this way.”

He ushered the Robed figure into base of a tower and lead the way to the top, where green incandescent lightning played around the base of a pillar upon which the face of a Gorgon-esq creature was etched; under the pillar stood a large, metal and wood humanoid figure.

“I thought you said it was finished.” Demanded the robed figure

“It is, I simply prefer to give my creations a few extra minutes to ensure the skills bind properly, but you are free to take it now if you desire.” Galtrex replied evenly

“What skills does it possess?”

“The usual, crafting for self repair and the tending of weapons and armour, knowledge of the arcane, the ability to activate magic items and the ability to prepare scrolls and infusions.”

“Infusions! Then it’s an Artificer!” the Robed figure practically shouted

“Of course, Milord…” Galtrex said warily “That is what you asked for…”

“No! No! NO! House Cannith has plenty of templates for Artificiers!” The robed figure fumed “By the Host, do you think we would have closed down a creation forge for such a trivial thing as that!”

“I’m sorry Milord, I fail to understand, the specification stated that you wanted a Warforged that was capable of repairing other units under battlefield conditions.”

“Yes! That is exactly what I asked for.”

“And that is what you have here, Adamantium Armoured and fully capable of doing battlefield repairs.”

“But not quickly!”

“Scrolls...?” Ventured the Mage-Smith

“Fool! It takes hours to pen scrolls.”

“It is capable of casting infusions…”

“Moron!” Stormed the robed figure “That isn’t quick enough!”

“Forgive me Milord, that was not made clear in the brief…”

The robed figure sighed angrily

“Can you wipe its memory and try again?”

“No Milord, the programming is etched inside the cranium. Any changes would destroy the unit.”

“Damn it!” Flamed the robed figure “How long will it take to craft a new model.”

“Three months Milord, unless you wish to use an existing Schema.”

“You know I don’t, or else I wouldn’t have made this special request.”

“I’m sorry Milord, there is no way to speed up the process.”

“Could you assign a Warforged to work?” Asked the Robed figure

Galtrex snorted derisively before he remember who he was talking to “Warforged building Warforged? Unthinkable.”

“I don’t see why not…” said the cloaked figure

“Of course you don’t Milord, that is because you do not understand the mysteries of the creation forges, and no Warforged ever will either, unless you wish to bring the matter up Merrix d'Cannith…”

“Fine. Three months and I’ll be back.”

The robed figure strode from the tower, snatched his dry cloak from the waiting servant and walked stiffly away from the compound in a black fury. Galtrex threw a switch and the lightning died. The Warforged turned its head towards Galtrex

“He seems unhappy, Father”

“Don’t concern yourself Alpha, you are just not quite what he wanted.”

“What is to happen to me?”

“House Cannith will find a use for you.” And he hugged the huge blockly figure “The house will find a use for you.”

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