Metal and Wood

Description
Metal and Wood stands at a tall 6'6" and weighs over three-hundred pounds. His size and physique betray the nature of his design. Metal and Wood was created to be a tool of killing, first and foremost. His body is constructed of large metal sheeting to protect his body with plant materials around the joints to allow for proper flexibility. A system of vine-like tubes run various liquids through his body. Due to the nature of his construction, his face seems expressionless. His mouth has a limited range of motion as do his eyes. Similar to the prototype he was based on, Metal and Wood's eyes glow a faint green. Aside from body language, the focus and intensity of the light from his eyes can sometimes give away Metal and Wood's emotional state.

Personality
Metal and Wood is distrustful of the world he lives in. He has had his mind enslaved by Niles for most of his life. When his mind was first freed, Metal and Wood was prone to very strong emotional outbursts. He would fly into massive fits of anger or dive into deep bouts of depression. Over the years, he has learned to keep his strong feelings in check most of the time. During these times, he is quiet and contemplative. He keeps to himself and rarely approaches others. Most of his dealings with people have ended quite poorly. When in battle, though, he lets his emotions run rampant. He enters violent rages and is difficult to reason with. He has learned, though, to focus these emotions so as not to harm the innocents around him.

Family and Relationships
CREATOR: Niles Volmarv DESIGN BASED ON: IMLF 00 Allies: Free members of the new warforged race, some members of The Shadowdale Resistance Enemies: Followers of Bane. Followers of Asmodeus. Those that would harm and/or exploit the newly freed race. FaMillllYY?: NVSQ 001 - NVSQ 005... Brothers? FRieNdS??: Unsure...

Original Construction
''Thanks to IMLF00's cooperation, I am finally able to complete my EC01. While I was unable to ascertain the Califomme/Ford method of binding the soul to this shell, I think my own shall suffice. I have also made some minor alterations to EC01's overall physique. This one, I believe will be better suited for combat than even IMLF00. I'm pleased with how he has turned out.''

I think I will name him Phobos. -- Niles Volmarv, 1482 DR

The Defect
''Phobos has proven to be an invaluable tool. However, he is proving more difficult to control with each passing day. It appears that my work to imitate Califomme's and Ford's work all those years ago was a little too successful. Despite my efforts to contain his free will, he continually manages to override my programming.''

''While frustrating, this is also very interesting. A new phase in the experimentation of my greatest work will soon begin. I wish you well, Phobos.'' --Niles Volmarv, 1505 DR

Rebirth
His eyes opened as if for the first time. Feelings came flooding in without warning. Sadness! Anger! Confusion! Loneliness! It was too much for him to control. He ran off into the woods and started destroying all he can see. The woodland creatures fled for their lives as the warforged uprooted trees and smashed anything that got in the way of his mighty fists.



Truly, the forests surrounding Harrowdale would have been destroyed had not a wise druid intervened. With barely raising his arms, the druid was able to subdue the raging warforged. For weeks afterwards, many thought the woods to be haunted. The howls of the ensnared warforged echoed at all times of the day, and though he was trapped, he was not alone.

The druid would come to visit the warforged on many occassions and speak with him. However, the anger and grief in the warforged's heart would not allow him to speak with the druid. Such would be the norm for many weeks, and during that time the druid never gave up. Eventually, though, the warforged would heal.

The two would start talking, mostly about the forest. It interested the warforged greatly. He was fascinated by its life and beauty. The druid would teach him about many things in the forest, asking for nothing in return. All this time, though, the warforged was still ensnared, completely unable to move. Finally came the time for the druid to release him.

When the warforged's bonds were removed feelings started flooding back. Anger at his ensnarement! Confusion and uncertainty as what to do with his new found freedom! The warforged would turn his fury onto the only living being he could see: the druid. This time, however, the druid would not make any effort to stop the warforged. A gesture that would cost the druid his life.

The warforged would beat the elderly druid to within an inch of his life before coming to his senses. The kind druid, though, did not blame the warforged for his actions and wished him peace before passing. The warforged howled with grief and once again flew into a frenzy. During this latest rampage, the warforged would across a group of adventurers investigating the rumors of some horrible beast inhabiting these woods.

The adventurers, though, disappointed that their beast was a simple warforged, prepared to take on the menace. They proved to be no match for the warforged, though, as, one by one, he beat the life out of them. Finally, when they were all dead, the warforged came back to his senses once more and looked a the devastation he caused. He then looked with horror on his blood-stained arms.

A strange calm passed over him. While his grief was near unbearable, seeing the outcomes of his rage kept his raging emotions in check. He buried those he killed, leaving the kind, old druid for last. For two months straight, he sat vigil at the druid's tomb, making sure none would disturb it. It was time for him to move on.

He would go deeper into the forest, away from people. He took the teachings from the druid to heart, and stayed in the forest, learning from it and protecting it. Sometimes his grief would be too much to bear, and he would go berserk in the woods, away from those he could hurt. As time passed, though, these bouts were less severe, and he would eventually learn how to channel his emotions.

Still, though, he tried to limit his contact with sentient life.

The Shadowdale Resistance
Even though the warforged kept himself in isolation, he was not ignorant to the events happening around him. Things were changing. The cruelty and oppression of the current powers was being challenged, particularly by those in The Shadowdale Resistance. There was now hope, and, even if it presented a great risk to himself, the warforged knew that he had to help. This would be his atonement for all the suffering he had caused.

The time finally came for The Shadowdale Resistance to storm Harrowdale. It was then that the warforged showed himself to them. When asked for his name, he simply told them that he was made from Metal and Wood...

-- See A Future Forged of Blood and Steel for more

Current Whereabouts/Activites
CURRENT LOCATION: UNKNOWN CURRENT STATUS: UNKNOWN LAST KNOWN LOCATION: After Bloodwing's defeat, the Resistance mobilized towards Archendale to deal with the newly freed warforged. UNIT EC01 stood against the joint forces of the Resistance to protect them.

As for the warforged, now called Metal and Wood, he is now truly free. He is no longer shacked by his past as Phobos, and he is no longer slave to his emotions. He does as he chooses because he chooses to. While his fate is uncertain, he is at peace.