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Conviction followed the others. He remained silent, but was taking in the sights of the city. None of the people were running in fear from him or his allies. In fact, there were no battles here, save for a lone theif being taken in by the guard. It was unfamiliar. "Where is the fighting?" he asked.
Conviction stood around, as if waiting for others to come to a decision. It was obvious he had never made a decision on his own.
He looked up at her. Construct though he was, there was still a look of awkwardness to him. Social interaction was new to him. "Conviction."
He looked at Aemon, his eyes a dark green. He spoke, his voice was more that of a man's than any construct. Deep and smooth, like an older gentleman's. "When do we fight?"
Sorry about the late posting, sick day.
He notices the drow dash behind him. After a quick glance at him, he returns his eyes forward.
He just shook his head. No further words, still standing at attention.
This was his first day as a civilian. The entire ride to Absalom, he kept quiet. If spoken to, his answers were as short as possible. It's not something he was really used to, conversation. Soon enough, they arrived. His 'eyes' worked quick. The smoothed emeralds in his head scanned back and forth until they fell upon the man in leather. The wand matched the description he was given. He was not here to fight, though. In fact, once he had spoken to the man, he wasn't too sure what he was to do next. He wasn't given orders after that. He stood up, a mass of metal and gemstone, rising until he towered over everyone else on board. He then began to walk off the ship. However, he moved with a speed and grace unlike his figure assumed. Eyes and heads turned to meet this giant as he made his way through the crowd. There were whispers, both curious and frightened. Once he had come before the man, he stopped, stood at attention, and said nothing.
I was running my debug.
I'm imagining my character entrance looking very reminiscent of the opening scene from Terminator 2.
I am completely good to go! Barring any input from Nightflier, that is.
Here is my proposal for my ironborn fighter. Unless otherwise noted, I assume it's okay to take the Improved Natural Armor feat. Statblock:
Conviction Male ironborn fighter 1 LN Medium humanoid (Ironforged) Init +3 Senses Perception +6 DEFENSE
OFFENSE
STATISTICS
SQ
0 - XP Background:
They had me retired. On the records, it was an honorable discharge. However, I knew the words they were saying. 'Insubordination.' 'Reckless.' 'Court-martial.' 'Monstrosity.' They were the ones that made me this way. It just so happened to be that my completion was nearing when their top man died. He was recovered and was used as an expirement for the process that was building me. His soul was to be infused with my core mechanisms. They said they were building the perfect soldier and they wanted a touch of humanity in me. That was their mistake. I was stronger than five men, as fast as any elf, and as hardy as any dwarf. Not only that, but my machine mind was impenetrable. However, the infusion was done to save them the trouble of teaching me to fight. I had all the training, tactics, and instincts of a soldier without having ever stepped on a battlefield. Came the time to fight and fight I did. Any opponent I would meet would quickly flee, surrender, or be crushed. Be it blade, arrow, or spell, it all seemed ineffective. Soon, I was shipped to the frontlines. That is where I heard his voice. It was the soldier who owned part of me. I was given strict orders to assault the enemy keep and take no prisoners. However, his voice said otherwise. There were injured on the field. My men, the enemy, and even civilians were littered everywhere. He wanted to help them, so I obliged. We lost the fight that day, but they say I saved two dozen that day. He said it was good that we did that. I agreed. My superiors, however, did not. They saw me as a failed expirement. They wanted nothing to do with me. Quickly, they cut funding to the researchers in charge of bringing me to life. I was the first and the last. At my court-martial, they played it off as a retirement. 'For boundless conviction in the rescue of twenty six civilians...' Conviction. We liked the ring of that. I was packed into a crate and shipped out one last time. I arrived in the city of Absalom left with my final order- survive.
Ironforged Traits:
Ironborn Subtype: Ironborn have the humanoid creature type with the ironborn subtype. This categorization indicates their partial, but not complete, artificial nature. Ironborn are, in essence, beings with the outer body of a construct but the inner workings of an organic creature. The following traits are shared by all humanoids with the ironborn subtype: Ironborn do not need to sleep and are immune to all sleep-based spells, poisons, and other attacks. They need one-quarter of the food and water required by other creatures of their size; as a rule of thumb, multiply the days’ worth of food and water that an ironborn carries by 4 to determine how long it can make its supplies last. Unless otherwise noted, ironborn do not gain any of the other standard construct traits, such as immunity to critical hits. Immortal: As artificial creatures, ironborn suffer none of the drawbacks and gain none of the benefits of aging. They never die of natural causes, and they are immune to any attacks or effects that age a character. Natural Armor: All ironborn have heavy, metallic bodies. They gain a +1 natural armor bonus to Armor Class. Rust Vulnerability: An ironborn suffers damage from a rusting attack, as it disintegrates its body. Use the damage value given for the spell or effect if one is mentioned. If a damage value is not given, the ironborn makes a save using the Difficulty Class and save type indicated
Humanoid: Unless otherwise noted, an ironborn is treated as a humanoid creature. For example, it falls below 0 hit points, stabilizes, and dies using the same rules as any other creature and has no other vulnerabilities or immunities based on its type and subtype. Skills: Ironborn are ignorant of the ways of society and other creatures. They are born as adults and have few of the social skills that other intelligent beings take for granted. They take a –2 racial penalty on all Bluff, Diplomacy, Intimidate, and Sense Motive
Languages: Ironborn speak Common and whatever language their creators use.
Iron Heart:
Iron Heart: Unlike other ironborn, you have only the slightest shred of an organic component. You were built to serve as an obedient warrior or soldier. Your intellectual abilities were given only passing attention, but the magical processes that power you are too strong to keep your personality and mind dormant. You have phenomenal toughness and durability thanks to your manufactured nature. Machine Body (Primary Ability): You are immune to poison and do not need air to breathe, allowing you to survive indefinitely underwater. Your natural armor bonus increases to +2. Machine Mind (Secondary Ability): You are immune to all mindaffecting effects, since your mechanical mind is simply too alien for such
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