The Life and Times of Morwum Wreckas

This book seems to be a newer one than most of those found around Vassos, and consequently, it is in a dismal state. It's rough leather binding is rough and ragged on it's edges. The title is burnt into the cover on a slant, and the pages inside the book are of a poor quality. It was written after The Mallus by a gnomish man named Pip Pip Da-Doodly Doo.

## Contents

*"Aye there, fellow lovers of great works. In this fine book, of which only a few are ever destined to be printed, I shall recall the events of a cool frostmoot night wherein I was disturbed from my lab by the famous inventor himself; Professor Morwum Wreckas!*

*Now reader, you must understand something about the nature of his finding me and why it shocked me so. I reside in the region of Vasilia, born in the hidden city of bone just thirty-four years after the blast of the Mallus. The nature of this hidden city is such that none have been able to find it who we have not wanted to. Despite this, one night as I sit up late working on the wonder of electricity and it's use for weapons technology, I heard a knocking on my factory door. It was none other than the famous gnome himself!*

*Now assuredly, I did not at first realize the identity of this man. Quite annoyed at the disruption, I'm afraid my demeanor was rather rude; the stranger asking for shelter for the night, and myself looking this weary looking man up and down; I had a most abominable estimation of him. He seemed tired, wistful, and well beyond his years. I had a moment of softness for this dirty stranger on my stoop and allowed him a small corner of my laboratory.*

*Upon my interrogation of where this man came from and why he dared to be knocking on my door at such a strange hour, I ascertained his true identity and my air changed from one of rude uncouthness to jubilant praise. But why was he here? How had he survived the Mallus? Well, reader, both these questions and more were answered by him when he told me the tale of his life. I, being a student of this gnome's teachings since I could read, decided to jot down his story and bind it to the leaves of a book so other gnomes in my good city and possibly even on the farms of Genua could study this man's amazing life.*

*Morwum Wreckas was born in the city of Dobbinsmoore in 106 B.D. to Jorzu and Welhana Wreckas. From a young age the boy showed a proclivity for invention and science. He would frequently tinker and toy with the broken clockworks and warforged of the city, assisting his father as a warforged and clockwork technician. The advancements made by Wreckas during this time allowed for the widespread adoption of warforged replacing clockworks and gnomes as the predominant workforce of the city. Before this, the more complicated and dangerous jobs were filled by gnomes; now these hazardous occupations only threatened the mechanical warforged.*

*Gaining so much popularity for his technical skill, he was sent off by a wealthy patron of the city to the famous College of Cavabel. This place was known throughout the realms, for it had multiple installations across many planes of existence to bring together the knowledges of all the planes and study and observe planar sciences. Here, Wreckas not only continued his study on robotics, but began to study these planar sciences. Particualrly, his work on planar cross-entanglement was very influential in the school. In fact, it is his work on planar cross-entanglement that spawned the idea for the Mallus. An item that could be present in every plane could be the weapon they needed to fight the Gods themselves. Thus, as the work on the God's Malice began, Morwum's work was of chief importance.*

*It was in this point of his life when everything changed. His work from nearly three and a half decades previous had finally been realized; the mallus was built successfully and was present on multiple planes, just as Wreckas had predicted. However, the damage that was done to the planes in this event forever ruptured the link between them. The College of Cababel fell, and with it, many of Wreckas' friends, coworkers, students, and professors became trapped in other planes of existence. In this frantic state, he made the dangerous journey to Archaea, back to Dobbinsmoore, to find out the fate of his family.*

*The tale of his escapades in the newly dubbed 'City of Cogs' were most distressing, dear reader. It was at this point of the story my narrator went quiet for several minutes before explaining all his familial relations had been lost. His family was killed - murdered by the rebellious warforged, who during the war had revolted and slaughtered their gnomish masters. The worst part of it all was this was all the result of Wreckas' own advancements in the field of warforged technology. Through wit and cunning he was able to escape from the dangerous city unharmed by the robotic beasts; and what's more is he got out with a set of warforged parts.*

*After this, he set out to find a way to mend the planes back together so he could return to the only relations he could hope to see again - to those trapped in the other planes. He came here, to Vasilia, in search of an ancient forest that was a planar hotspot before the Mallus. He had been traveling for months, and his journey through Roxstead had greatly weakened him. Using technology that allowed him to determine the magically hidden location of a rather large society, he came here to my home, searching for sanctuary. Recognizing the name on the letter-box in front of my home as one of his kinsman, and being in a terrible hunger and injury-induced absence of the mind, Wreckas decided to try his luck at the door of a neighbor. Luckily, the rather large gnomish population in my home and our appreciation for great Gnomes put him in a particularly desirable position. I freely housed him, fed him, and watered him for several weeks until his strength was finally recovered.*

*Upon the day that was to be his departure, I asked him what the future held for him. According to the professor himself, he was going to go into the old haunted Vassoan woods to search for the lost city of Vassos. He said here was a strong fey presence, where he could possibly ascertain how to spin the realms back into concordance. Not only that, but the Vassoans of old held incredible minds and were meticulous record keepers. He thought that perhaps if he found the center of the city, he could find something that would help him finish the warforged which he had been working on periodically in my lab during his recovery. Naturally, my first question upon hearing this is why he would make another one of these foul beasts, after they killed his family and the city he loved. The lovable and mysterious stranger, however, apparently had tired of answering my relentless questions. With a smile and a wink he simply told me 'My dear Pip, that is a tale for another day.' And with that, he ventured off to the lost city; never to be seen in Nalkros again."*