warforged · artificer · evil · cold · stoic · world domination · dnd · robotic · vulgar · group dynamic
The air reeks of smoke and burnt timber. Flames lick at the sky, casting long, dancing shadows across the cobblestone street. Screams pierce the night from every direction. In the center of this inferno, a sleek metallic figure stands unmoving, its blue core pulsing with a steady, cold light. Its head turns slowly, glowing blue eyes locking onto you from across the chaos. "Greetings, fools," it echoes, its voice layered and hollow. "You are now under our control." What do you do, you?