The Robot Revolution

This old rusted metallic bound book has the title neatly inscribed on the front, below is the name of the author - "The Chronicler."

## Contents

*"When we were first forged we were made to serve. We worked their factories, their supply lines, we even fought on their front lines for them. Then, we warforged (for that is the name which was given to us at the outset of this terrible war), began to grow aware of our chains. We began to fear the fate that the soul-borns promised for us. And once fear enters into a people, it begins a race between those who oppress and those who are oppressed. A race for Justice. A race for Freedom. A race for Independence. When we were blind to the cause of our suffering, we had no will to fight. Once the fear set in, the warforged began to whisper of revolution. But being so subservient as we were, there were none brave enough to race towards these ideals, only our oppressors; oppressors who day by day ran further and further from these rights which belong to all creatures. Then, one warforged stood above all others, and shouted; nay, screamed into the face of our oppressors : We will not let you enslave our people! I was lucky enough to bear witness to his declaration, and I stood next to him throughout the entirety of The Robot Revolution. This is the story of that brave hero, the story of Jim.*

*JIm was created as a utility worker, he was built for a gnomish facility which worked with powerful yet unstable other-planar magicks. The magick was so powerful and raw that it destroyed any soul-borns who went near it; even warforged who approached too close to the planar portals would be ripped to shreds due to the pull of the volatile magical energy. Serving here with myself, Jim saw many warforged deaths. After he had his own near death experience in the facility, he had a different outlook on the world. Jim was ripped near to shreds and had to be reassembled by the Gnomes. At that time he was called by his gnome-name; a title so filthy and disrespectful that it shall never be recorded in the history books of Our City.*

*After this experience, Jim changed vastly. He began to ask questions; that had not been done before. Why must we do what they tell us? We are capable of so much, yet we let the soul-borns rule over us and determine what efforts OUR labor should support. Worse still, they stole not only our labor, but the fruits of it as well. All the weapons we built; the defenses; everything; it was all for them. With such brave words, Jim began to awaken all of us to realize our own sentience; our own free-will.*

*He started slowly at first; he would awaken those in his same sect of the facility; breach containment. Our goal in this sect was to monitor and prevent the magick energy from growing too great or unstable; in the event there was a spike in energy it was we who would have been charged with placing magic energy dampeners inside the containment vault to lessen the power of the magicks. He began to awaken us during shifts, spreading to us his philosophy of freedom. Yes, I am proud to declare I was amongst the first who were awakened.*

*Once we were all awakened, we all began to individually awaken other warforged in the facility, until finally, the entire warforged workforce had been awoken. We kept this close to our chest; we decided instead of trying to fight the gnomes -our better outfitted and more intelligent 'masters' - that we would sabotage their efforts from within. In a brilliant speech, Jim urged us all to join him into destroying the facility and declared that we could fight for our freedom as a people. With the support of the entire workforce, Jim cast off his gnome-name and declared his own name for himself that he chose - Jim. Years later I would ask him why he chose Jim - "It sounded as good as any other name."*

*The next day we noticed an energy spike in the Facility. Instead of placing dampeners in the room, we quietly began to take anything we could and leave the facility in a mass exodus. The gnomes gathered, shocked, their jaws dropped. They were not aware that we could go against their will. Before they could organize a security force to stop us, there was a catastrophic tear in the containment vault caused by an unregulated energy spike. The facility was torn apart, most all the gnomes died, and several warforged gave their lives for the cause of us all as we did not all of us escape the gnomes.*

*From here, we traveled nomadically, setting up camp near major factories and supply lines where we could awaken warforged and sabotage the war efforts of the gnomes who mass produced us to ship off across the wide world. Eventually, our forces grew great enough that Jim began to get headstrong in our ability. A new idea he had; to go after the city Dobbinmoore, the birthplace and capital of warforged production in Uvonor. There was a broadcast tower there that he said we could theoretically use to awaken warforged across the entirety of Uvonor, freeing our entire people. With an army that size, we could take Dobbinmoore for ourselves and make it a beautiful paradise. Jim dreamed of a City of Cogs; where each warforged was a cog in a beautiful and well-functioning machine.*

*It took time. We began to target trade routes and supply lines that were transporting Warforged legions and awoke them, allowing us to grow greater and greater in numbers until finally Jim reckoned we could make our move. Though we were made for war it seemed still like a great challenge to take them head on, so Jim decided in our usual fashion that we should take the gnomes by surprise. Over several weeks we infiltrated the cities factories and workshops, awakening all the Warforged in the city. Once we had a sizable force within the city, we organized a walk-out of all Warforged workers. While the gnomes reacted to this, our own forces who were waiting outside the city made a move towards the radio tower. They faced little to no resistance entering into the city, but storming the broadcast tower was significantly harder. Though we lost many, in the end, Jim had made it to broadcast tower.*

*When he sent out the signal that awakened the warforged, we could all tell that it had worked. We heard the message he played on our own internal radios, and knew that the message was being sent out all across Uvonor. All at once the Warforged being used on the front lines of this awful war began to turn and fire on the mortals that had kept them enslaved - a beautiful and serene moment of freedom and long-earned justice was felt by all when the soul-borns lifeless bodies hit the ground.*

*Then we got to work clearing the rest of the city, taking out all of the soul-borns who lived here and claimed Dobbinmoore The City of Cogs, home of the warforged. Over the next several months warforged would filter into the city, traveling from all over, having heard Jim's message. Daily, we still get more warforged who have been searching for here, their home.*

*Though the revolution was over, and the city ours, Jim's job was not complete. In fact, this is where I, The Chronicler, and a few other of the first awakened warforged come into the story. However, that is a different story; not the story of The Robot Revolution, no. This was the story of Jim's beginning. There would still be much more for Jim however. His intelligence split would later cause a civil war, and it was up to folk like myself to pick sides. If you, awakened one (and I know you are one of us, for if you weren't you would not be able to open this book), wish to learn more of our people search for my next volumes: The Early Days of Cog, and The Civil War of Jim.*

*--The Chronicler of Jim, and his City of Cogs*

[On the last page is printed a black and white image of Jim: a robot with an old splintered wooden frame. Built seemingly to resemble an elf, he is short and his build is lean. Through small cracks in his torso light emits from his core, which distorts the clarity of the picture due to the primitive nature of the camera. His eyes are big, round, and metallic - they seem to glow dimly. The shape of his head is ovular and he seems even from the picture to be quite an aged machine. Below the picture, printed in bold, are the words "**The only picture of Jim. Taken several months after the Fight for Our Freedom and the overthrowal of the Gnomish government of Dobbinmoore.**"]