(This is me talking) [This is a build / rules reference]
(He will not be this forthcoming in character, I wrote it this way because it fits my writing style better.)
Hello. My name is… something I do not reveal, but I go by Ceithre Imman Antinomy. You may call me Ceith (it’s pronounced KHEH). This is my story.
Much like most people, my story begins before I was born. Whereas most people would begin with where or how their parents met, or why they decided to have children, or sum such trite anecdote, I cannot begin as such. I am an orphan. I am not an orphan because my parents are dead, or even because I do not know who they are. I am an orphan because I was not “born”, but rather I was made. I have no parents, I did have a creator, and he was my mentor. I will not recount his name, for there is power in knowledge of such things.
I was created for a purpose, a singular destiny. My mentor was attempting to create powerful beings in order to enact certain goals. He based his efforts on the alteration of the concept of the Creation Forges that made the Warforged. He made two attempts simultaneously.
One was to be an empowered Warforged, with the addition of massive amounts of Magic and Psionic power in a Creation Forge that my mentor has appropriated in the northern mountains, also adding in sacrificial creatures selected for their power. My mentor wanted to create a singular “Perfect Construct”. He failed, in a way. What he created was a Warforged in name only, and was a Construct no longer, but rather a being of flesh and blood, with mental abilities far beyond the norm, with being of very strong body and mind, drawing from the flesh of the creatures that had ended up bound within it [My WF cohort will be an Incarnate and will have a copy of my Symbiotic Guest, amongst other things]. His name is Svern Usk, which in the Dragon tongue means “Beyond Steel” (technically “above”).
The other, being myself, was created through a series of rituals and high arcana, again with the point of saturation of Magic and Psionic energies, focused on blending and empowering various creatures of the flesh. With me, my mentor wanted to create a singular “Perfect Creature”. Here too, he failed in a way. The goal was to create one creature of neither gender, having none of the weaknesses of either, and the strengths of both; with a perfect body, and perfect mind. Instead, the flesh coalesced in two, adjoining, points. Much of the stronger and tougher portents of the flesh in one, and the mental aptitudes and versatilities in the other. The more versatile of the two became something akin to a Halfling girl, and attracted into her mind the majority of the saturating energies. The flesh of the two however, was fused beyond any ability to separate [Symbiotic]. (At this point he raises his shirt / tunic / robe / whatever, revealing something akin to a Kuato). And thus, I was made as this, myself as the whole, the “he”, and the power-source, the “she”. (That’s right, the best I could think up for “how the hell does this race happen?” was “Wizard did it.”)
Determined to make the best of the situation, my mentor began teaching myself and my “sibling” (here, and any futer references to a brother of sibling is referring to Usk) in the arts, the sciences, magic, the fundamental learning’s of many, many, things [Education] [Apprentice] [Keeper of the Forbidden Lore]. I trained in a library unto old age [Venerable starting age], still not trained in any way as to how to use the knowledge. As I learned more and more, the Psionic energies I had been infused with began to manifest [Pherenic]. Because of the level of study I had undergone focusing of magic and the nature of knowledge, combined with the growing control of my mental energies, I eventually came to develop mental powers not that different than a Psion’s [Ardent]. While weaker in overall power, I was much more focused, and I have since learned to focus my development upon new thought processes when I need to [Mantles].
With this development my mentor was elated, apparently due to the fact that I had developed a power that no god had any claim over. Thus it was that he began teaching me my destiny.
My mentor was the leader of a group. This group, though not all of its members realize this, is set to the purposes of serving an entity named Sarasic. The fact is, the gods have forsaken this world, there is proof of this everywhere: look to the depths, where the brain eating Illithids will take the members of many races to propagate their own kind; look to the surface, wherein petty, albeit overpowered, tyrants are constantly warring, with the land and it’s people nothing more than their playthings. To the entire state of this reality, the gods are silent. Sarasic seeks to punish them for their failure to deserve their worship, with destruction.
We operate by recruiting the disenfranchised of the population, offering them an alternative to the churches. We promise the proliferation of knowledge, and as much protection as we can offer from the worlds inhabitants. In truth, we do propagate knowledge, for by spreading it, we are better able to collect it ourselves by drawing in those with knowledge to more of it. In truth, we do not offer any protection: most of the people who are disenfranchised are so weak as to be beneath the contempt of the powerful, and on the rare occasion that something does happen, we blame the fact that others are more powerful than us, quickly blaming our meakness and the situation in general on the gods. Most of the downtrodden are so frustrated and / or scared that they are all too apt to have something to blame for their state, which we direct this blame to the gods.
By slandering the gods and, if the opportunity presents, the churches, we deprive the gods of their power source of prayers and souls. Thus making them easier targets when the time comes.
Another purpose of the group is, of course, to find out where the gods have imprisoned Sarasic. For if he could be freed, the gods would quickly come to an end, and then something could be done about the other powers in this world.
My, and my brother’s, destiny was to take control of this group, and see it through to the fruition of its goals.
As I learned more and more of what I was to do, I eventually came upon a way to tap into the underlying magics of this world. Beneath the energies that arcane casters wield lay a web-way of magic that the gods use to empower their servants. With this realization, I set myself upon the focused path of how to take power from the gods [Ur-Priest]. Unfortunately, early upon this path, I activated a trap set by the gods within the web-way that made me more vulnerable to various effects [Dwarfs toughness antifeat and Destiny antifeat (a virus I caught from “hacking” the gods
)]. Since then I have been splitting my focus between my internal mental developments, and the perfecting of the technique of stealing the energies meant for Clerics [Psychic Theurge], as well as how to blend them [multiple feats].
Recently, my mentor decided that my brother and myself were ready to take over the group, now named The Olorin Seekers (IC Olorin will be used to reference combining old and new knowledge; OOC, it’s one of Gandalf’s other names). Weary of this world, he wanted to die, but wanted to refuse his soul to any cosmic power. He had me Trap his Soul in a gem, then use the energies in the gem to saturate a spell with extra power, consuming his soul in the power of the spell. He has been removed from existence, exactly as he desired.
And that brings me to the current time. I still do not feel any closer to my goals, but I know I WILL achieve my destiny, my raison d'etre (literally). Most intriguingly, I have just found how my mentor managed to live for so long, though I have yet to implement it (will handle in-game).