Red Iron Adventuring Company
Is she the healer or not..?
Has far too many toes and shovels.
A seven and a half foot tall behemoth of metal and stone/earth/obsidian/some organic material conducive to magics?
Creator & Master:
Dilaudid Bob Gnizard Fentanyl / Nizdebobentenyl.
Common, Gnomish, Primordial, Abyssal.
Spiked Gauntleted Fist.
Once a gnome, she was the last and final creation before Dilaudid disappeared, to test the viability of transferring a memory and sentience along with the ability to manipulate and grow in the powers of the arcane. What she remembers, what she knows, even she is uncertain, but a few things seem ingrained.
Known Directives: (in order of discovery)
- “Find me.”
(Is programming a thing that was managed? If so, how much of herself has truly been preserved?)
- Keep them alive (ie, usable to perform their directives/available for transplants?) at all costs.
- Add to the collection.
(Toes. Tails. Organs. Bones. Her parameters are unknown right now.)
- Keep notes on all observations on unknown biological anatomy.
(However, maps seem to be a thing for her as well. Perhaps she views the entire world as an organic being?)
- Lie when certain conditions are met.
(But what? Even she seems unsure right now as she tests the boundaries.)
- Buff and shine whenever possible; “Maintenance is your responsibility and purview.”
- Lying is affection?