IX

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IX, Is a Warforged Artificer, who re-entered consciousness approximately 500 years after (The Changing). They are a part of the (Ug'Toraki) dwarven society, and currently travels with ()

Life before traveling
IX was a warrior of the (Ninth Legion), A stalwart fighter who, alongside other Warforged, helped prevent the end of the world in the events that would later become known as "The Changing". They do not remember very much of their time serving in the legion, and much of their head was damaged in the days leading up to and the cataclysmic explosion that robbed the world of its ability to remember the more advanced magics. Bits and pieces of memory echo through their head, especially after traumatic or harrowing events. IX spends much of their time when not crafting, attempting to recover these memories, but their efforts have not proven to be fruitful as of yet.

After the events of the changing, IX spent the next 500 or so years in a state of hibernation. Not quite dead but certainly not fully alive, they were discovered by the dwarves. Upon repair and re-activation, IX was taken in by the dwarves, and given instruction on how to work the seams of metal that dwarves are renowned for finding. After some time spent mining IX was given instruction in the basics of many crafts and they began their work as an artisan and, later on, doctor. Ix spent many years creating and perfecting the art of prosthetics, gaining a level of respect among their dwarven kin for their skill in that craft. After many more years IX grew restless and stagnant. Unable to progress their craft much more in the confines of the hold, they ventured out with a rare caravan of traders, seeking new places and methods of crafting to improve their own work.

The caravan IX was traveling with went through many towns and villages before finally arriving in the city of (Parchant), where things finally looked advanced enough to give them the insight they desired, and they broke from the caravan to find work. Less than a day after they arrived, a ship was found burning in the harbor and after helping to stabilize a nearly dead man, IX encountered the people who would soon become his traveling companions.