Hex

**Supplemental:** Plans for Hex

Played by Austin.

Juggernaut Warforged #024110, the first Warforged created by Tarren Soong for the purpose of turning the tide against the Slaad. Due to Austin's player-written backstory, Hex canonically suffers from a glitch that has caused him to misremember Tarren Soong's name as "Tarren Song."

**Description:** 5 years chronological age Juggernaut Warforged identifying as male. 7'2, 450lb with light blue, faintly glowing eyes and a dark olive wood frame with steel plating. Lawful Neutral alignment.

**Class:** Fighter (Battle Master), Barbarian (Totem, Bear)

**Origin:** Belhaven (City)

**Ties:**

* **Creator:** Tarren Soong
* **Co-creator:** Makuria Irasa
* **Brother:** Dez
	+ Dez died saving Hex and Oct. Hex is in possession of Dez's severed hand.
* **Brother:** Oct
* **Cousin:** Duo

Hex's Stats (lv8)
 16

## Campaign Notes

"One encounter: the party finds a pile of odd-looking material, wood, metal, armor-looking materials. Upon interacting, the pile shimmers with a deep green energy and forms into a human form. Hex activates and introduces himself. He has in his possession a hand that looks like his, but is made of a lighter, almost white wood with a dark gray metal inlay, and has an ID number inscribed inside the thumb: 147728, and a ~~dwarven~~ [retcon: the writing is in the Modron language] lettering: 'Dez'" (Main Story 5: Plan Ω)

# Player-written Backstory

I was made by the creator, Tarren Song. I am a warforged, given the designation #024110. I was a phenomenon, one of many as it turned out. A machine with sentience, true sentience not just adaptive creation. No one is sure how we came about, only that we are. Perhaps it was Primus’s guiding hand, a lesser form of inevitables, or maybe Tarren Song simply was that talented. According to Tarren I was molded for a specific design. For that design I was given form, a frame of steel, protection and heft suitable of the title: Juggernaut. I was not alone, I was soon introduced to other constructs. Two of which I was field tested with and more importantly part of the same totem core:

Envoy Warforged #147728

Skirmisher Warforged #440420

Though we were aware and by all means a “living construct”, at least that is what Tarren told us, sentience does not confirm being alive. We were without purpose. Told we should be better synced given our totems coming from the same core and given a modicum of freedom. Yet not one of us what to do with the information. Tarren guided us along. Gave us names, I was given Hex, 147728 was given Dez, 440420 was given Oct. The names were based on some artificer joke none of use understood. Said it would assist in building our identities. I do not know for Dez or myself, but having a name made Oct happy so Dez and I were as well. Or at least what I assumed “Happy” to emulate. Now we had names, but still no purpose. Then Tarren taught us, further improved our design. Fed us information about Primus, Mechanus, Limbo, and SLAAD. Given entire educations in the span of minutes. Only taught what was needed for what would come. A mission of sort. To reclaim what was lost. Primus had lost limbo when the spawning stone became chaotic itself and created the abominations known as Slaad. We were the perfect offensive, apparently. No biological components to feed Slaad tadpoles, and resistant to the chaosfage that followed the creatures. We were unit 100100000100010000, or as Tarren told us [DELTA] and Delta unit was to reclaim the plane in the name of Primus.

This knowledge filled Dez with elation. A purpose. Now both Dez and Oct felt drive for their being. Myself, I was still lost. Perhaps I was a technical error, but I had yet to feel purpose. Simply commanded along for the Unit. I did not have a purpose but I believe myself to have been content. We were sent off, a small wandering into the slaad environment. Meant to be a test just to see if our designs were sufficient.

Tarren, perhaps to an extent even Primus, were wrong. We were not sufficient, we excelled all parameters. It was glorious, crushing the forms of the Slaad, stomping may way through, feeling there remains scatter across my metal form. I had found my purpose in combat. Fear and pain were inhibited by default, made the perfect soldiers, until I felt it. Overdrive protocol. Pain and fear swelling through me, I could excel my design passed it’s limitations. I had found my purpose. In pain. In fear. In blood-soaked combat. And I loved it. Always in the thick of it, the rest of the unit supporting me from a distance. It was glory.

Eventually we did return to Tarren, who improved on us even further. The cycle would repeat, travel, slaughter, improve, until the day came. The day to seizing the spawning stone. The enemy presence was always expected to be high. But even Primus could not anticipate our encounter. Countless Sladd, luring us in and then cutting us off on all sides. Even at my peak I could not defend the unit. I believe Dez knew that before any of us. Dez intiated SERE protocol and plane shifted both Oct and I to the Mundane plane. Dez was left behind, the only thing of Dez in the mundane plane being Dez’s arm, cut off from the violent nature of the plane shift. I had sustained far too many injuries in combat, the only option to save my form being to initiate long-sleep protocol. If Oct shares the same directives as I, Oct would be reporting to Tarren in Belhaven. How long ago that was, I do not know. My internal chronometer was exceptionally damaged. I don't even know how long I was in Long sleep protocol for. All I know is when I awoke, a new group needed my assistance. A new affiliate.

Mantra of Mechanus

Cursed be Limbo, for our sake

Of Abberation do grow forth

From the stone you are born, into the chaos you are

And to the chaos you shall return