Shadow the Golem Maker

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Shadow the Golem Maker

Postby Shadow_TGM on May 7th, 2010, 3:43 pm

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.Race_>Human
.Height_>4'9
.Weight_>122
.Eyes_> Grey. Red under certain lighting conditions from rare albino trait.
.Skin_> Pale white from albino trait.
.Hair_> None.
.Special_>Albino man with mechanical left arm possessed by a crazed old man.

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The one known as shadow was born into wealth. Born without so much as a hair on his head, and skin near white as snow fresh fallen, his strange nature became quickly noticed. After a month of his birth, still no hair grew on him, and his eyes now became wide to the world, seeing all as it could be. As one gazed upon his eyes they would see red, which brought upon them fear long since forgotten. Fear that their child was possessed or perhaps of a demonic nature was quick to settle into his parents. They gave to him a name, one of which they prayed would bring warning to those around him. Demon.


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As he left his home to the world outside, the sun burned his skin quickly. With a cry he returned inside, the arm exposed to the sun having a burn as did the top of his bald head and shoulders. This created more proof of Demon's nature supposedly, being unable to stand the holy light of the sun. However he was still the kin of his parents who gave him a robe to hide in. He hid, his face covered and brought away from sun rays. Now he could leave home to be taught by the teachers of the land.

Days were hard on him already, the other children noticing quick the hooded child. They would tease and mock him for such, causing him the greatest of discomfort, and with that he believed himself quickly to be an outcast. The children continued to poke and prod him with objects of many types, mocking him for hiding from the sun. Finally he ran, quickly rushing from end to end of the streets. The children kept chasing, teasing the boy called Demon. Soon he found himself trapped, the only escape being up.

As the children approached he climbed, grabbing onto whatever he could on the degraded wall and scaling it with what haste he could. The other children then began throwing rocks at him, many hitting his back as he finally made his way to the roof. The roof gave to his weight, causing him to fall into the home below which caused the children to scream and run. They realized to whom the home belonged to.

Demon met a man within, a crippled form with eyes that suited him not, being sharp as razors piercing his layers as they stared on at the boy. Demon shuddered, the man closing in slowly, a nightmare among mankind, Zihiroth the Animator. His practice brought fear to the people and stories that spread about him even reached Demons ears since days before this.

"Demon, the Abomination." he says reaching out his hand and unvieling the hood hiding Demon's face. "My. You are very scary looking for a boy. I am sure you know me already. I am Zihiroth." He then stops Demon from returning the hood to hide again, "Now there. Look around you. We do not judge those who look strange as you."

This made him curious. Who was We? He looked around and noticed the walls moving, the floor moving, even the hole in the cieling was disappearing, numerous small bodies filing together and sealing the hole. The miracle of this, the small mechanical bodies moving in unison, some wrestling one another as though given true life. This was beauty in the making. The world of Animation open to him.


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Since the day of his meeting he had visted Zihiroth, learning what he could from the old man in the ways of Gadetry and Animation. He had been taught enough to make several small animated objects. A hand held drill that would spin on it's own, given the simple order to spin, a ball that could roll on it's own, given an order to simply roll around those in possession of it, and a few other items that were given improper orders and disappeared.

His hatred for people other then Zihiroth grew however, their undying passions to hate him always apparent. Every day was another thing of which would cause him trouble and the troubles only worsened after the people found out that he had been meeting with Zihiroth often, though they did not know why, not daring to get close enough to the meetings to see.

One night in his home, screaming could be heard outside, and crowds of angry people building up. When he got up he looked in amazement at what he saw. Zihiroth stood tall, waving a cane in one direction and then the next, riding upon the back of a great...House? Indeed, the man known as Zihiroth was on the move, his home now being his greatest creation in the art of animation and gadgetry, or so he had thought for that minute.

It's metalic legs on the four corners carried it well, bringing it closer to Demon's window. Finally it stood, Zihiroth seeming to fly outside the second story window. The old man yelled at him, telling him to get on. Demon did, smashing out of the window and rolling onto the roof. The house then moved fast, rushing out of the main gate, smashing through the solid wood as if the same glass Demon just jumped through, splinters and large chunks spraying the public below.

Demon watched in amazement, the great house smashing it's way through the forest before finally stopping, Zihiroth speaking up. "It's time to leave that world boy. It's time to crush those who deemed us as monsters and become what we have always been called." His words may of confused some but Demon simply grinned, the idea of revenge smacking his mind around, the thoughts rushing through immediately.

The house begun moving again, Zihiroth moving his cane in a strange motion, the house following that motion. Finally, Zihiroth waved Demon to get inside, and so he did. The house moved on for three bells at least, smacking against branches and snapping at trees. After a long time of travel, the house stopped, resting near a stairway leading underground. Zihiroth called to Demon, both of them leaving the house and going underground.

Within was something that amazed Demon. Golems. Huge golems moving across what seemed an infinite spread underground. Three golems stood to the side, their chests empty and barred like prisons. Two golems stood near a force, managing it as a person would, working metals and creating a multitude of parts, though identical, each part held a slightly different shape to it, a very select few being damaged from the construction process.

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Four more golems stood in the center of the room, having four arms and three legs, standing upon the three with a perfect balance, their arms all dangerous looking, spiked and jagged. Those four surely must of been fighters. Then Ten more automatons, their bodies round and hollow like the ball I had animated. They looked like containers of sorts.

Zihiroth then spoke, grinning wildly, "Demon. I've worked long on this place. I set it all up. I set up a few golems waiting to be activated who will capture and sell people to slavers whom I've set up a deal with. Those round ones. They move out to the traders that I deal with and use the money those slaver golems bring back to buy supplies for us. Those two over there making the parts are exactly what they look like. They're setting up more parts to use with further creations."

It was like a dream. I did not have to guess what the four in the center did, their bodies obviously constructed as guards for the home. This entire place was set up for us perfectly. We would not have to lift a finger to support research in our arts. I then felt myself pulled by Zihiroth who pointed out the floor. I had to focus for a moment, my eyes still adjusting to the dark down here before finally I saw the shape below.

A circle in the ground, created by a number of Glyphs and stones set it dark writing and sealed, a chain like design leading to another circle, of which was far greater of size, easily able to fit all the golems in the building within. It too was created with the same glyphs, each written in the dark writing.

"Blood." spoke Zihiroth, "These glyphs were written in the blood of children captured by the slaver golems. Their very souls are trapped within each stone and serve well as catalyst for our spells." This brought me to awe, looking at the stone glyphs below. There was easily a hundred stone laid in the circles and chain.

Zihiroth then pointed towards the large circle, "Their bodies are a part of the floor itself as well. This is from some crafts that I have not taught you. Malediction. A beautiful art that can use one's body to empower something. Combine with the souls surrounding said bodies. You have yourself a true power well from which to drink."

"In due time. I shall reveal to you my greatest creation. Something that will make me immortal. Something that will allow me to carry out my vengeance on humanity for all time." he then adds. This was all shocking, the sudden change in everything. He moved to the three golems at the side of the room, touching them as he spoke, "Khiharl-Seintu-Meita" The language was unknown but then I realized what they were. Key words for their activation, for at that moment I could hear the clanking sound of their metal smacking together in their body.

Two of them then moved out to carry out the duties assigned for them. According to Zihiroth. To capture travelers and deliver them to traders, and then deliver money paid here. The third one however stood their, a latch underneath it dropping and a large cache of Miza falling out. At the sound of it hitting the floor, the ten automatons lined up suddenly bolted to life, rushing to the pile.

Within seconds the gold was gone as where three of the automatons. Out to purchase from the traders Zihiroth spoke of. I couldn't believe what I was watching. A fully self supporting facility, complete with guard and built to support those of magic craft such as myself. After a while Zihiroth showed me a room, shabby looking but still prepared well. I could not expect much luxury here yet still there it was.

A thick matt rolled out in the corner, complete with a heavy blanket and interesting hearth. It had two holes, one of which the smoke rose through and another at the side. Later I would realize the hole at the side was for another Automaton which collected would and dropped it through regularly to keep the fires going. Another thing being a small flow of water which carried through an open top aquaduct. Perhaps another animated brought a constant flow of water through this? I would never know, never seeing where the entrance of the water leads.

In the corner stood a small book case. Several books laying on it's shelf, each teaching the foundations of certain magic principles, the same magic as Zihiroth had taught to me. This room would be my new home. This entire area our kingdom. Zihiroth then left, leaving me to the room alone. So much had happened so quickly but only one thing drew to my mind at that second. Sleep. I laid down on the matt and slept, the sound of the machines outside being more a comfort then anything else.


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He had spent years with Zihiroth now, his days long served to the assisting of constructs. However, it would only be for a fourth of the day, Zihiroth leaving afterwards to work on his "Construct of Immortality."

As seasons passed he noticed Zihiroth looking weaker and weaker, his body becoming more and more thin as though about to collapse in on itself. This worried Demon who had befriended Zihiroth to such a point. Upon the third year and second season he could deal with it no more.

He rushed to his teachers aid one night in midst work, opening the room he had never been in before and caught sight of Zihiroth working his magics upon what looked to be a chest.. It was almost perfect timing, almost as if forseen by Zihiroth who added the final touches to the chest and then turned to Demon. "Boy." he said calmly eyeing Demon with a smile, "Do you trust me?" he then asked.

Demon nodded which was as if a way to say to Zihiroth to do what he did next. Zihiroth quickly pulled out a long blade, a sharp shine coming from it, reflected off of the nearby flames of the candles. "Let me cut off your arm." He said this without so much as a bat of the eyelash, completely serious about the idea of cutting off Demons arm.

However, what seemed more crazy was Demon's actions. He raised his arms and smiled, "Yes. If that is your will." he said. The look in both of their eyes were crazed and in an instant, Zihiroth slashed at Demon's left arm which fell instantly. He stood there silently, the same look on his face as if not in pain at all. Zihiroth then looked towards his student and grinned. "Come"

Zihiroth led Demon to the chest and opened it, revealing in it a metal arm. It's surface was etched and scratched with detailed designs, the hand being clawed with thin long fingers, designed well to work with objects and yet keep a sinister malice in it's appearance. The arm was brought to the bleeding wound on Demon, almost smashed against the wound, it's form somehow attaching to the bloodied spot.

"Boy. Sit in the circle." Zihiroth said which made Demon react, in pain from what had hit him but obedient to his teacher. He sat there silently as Zihiroth sat in the other circle far off. This circle. Was it an animation circle? Was it ment for magecraft? Demon wondered, but knew that he would know soon enough. The magic was soon cast, a great pain breaking into his arm as though wires from it digged into the flesh of his wound.

He cried out in pain, wracked with an agony he never felt before, his remaining arm grasping at the metal one as though trying to rip it off. It was sheer pain, but then he felt a force. Great hands seemed to come from nowhere and hold him still to the floor, more of Zihiroth's creations.

He would lay there in pain for two days before passing out from a combination of pain and fatigue from crying out. A few hours later he would wake up in the great pain again, unable to do anything except watch his master do as he pleased with the spell. At the end of the third day it was over, the pain suddenly stopped.

The great hands that held him moved as he got up, frightened he was going to be hurt again, or so until his master at the end of the room came into view. The man simply sat there, his body unmoving, his breath gone. Could he have used too much power in the spell? Demon thought before a voice broke into his head.

"Of course I did Boy! The point WAS to give EVERYTHING I had and EVERYTHING I was to this spell." it said. Demon looked around confused yelling out to the familiar voice, being the one of his master. Suddenly the metal arm at his side twitched. "I became one of my creations. As such. I became Immortal." he said.

Demon tried moving the metal arm as though it to be the arm he lost, which it moved. He held up the hand staring at it. "Zi?" he asked before a voice boomed out, "That's Right!" it said, "I'm Here and I will be by your side as we carry out our vengeance upon mankind!"

That was the beginning of it. Demon's final trade to construct automatrons to send against mankind. Zihiroth's entirety being sentenced to remain Demons arm for however long Demon would live. This was the beginning of a new person all together, two as one. This was the beginning of Shadow. The beginning of the Golem Maker.


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Starting Value Human 15 Starting 50. Total 65. -15 A Value 50. -15 A Value 35. -5 GL Value 30. -5 D Value 25. -10 M Value 15. -15 G value 0

Drawing. +5
Metal Smithing. +10
Gadgeteering. +15
Animation. + 15 + 15 = 30/100
Glyphing. +5


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Equipment.

Thick Black Robes, covers his hairless face with a heavy hood.

Thick shoes.

Money=N/A. Leaves Financial Transactions to Automatrons.
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