Automata typically have their memories wiped between timelines and Their ruler is typically a man by the name 'Avery Hall', a Dragon-God who takes the form of a over-confident and abrasive human, however, for your automata- you can decided what civilization and history they originate from. Due to the powerful abilities of their creator, the nation they have been working with ( Empyrea ) has been able to be transported through realities and existences with minimal damage. With each existence representing an entire multiverse, including each collection of timelines within it. While creating an Automata, you must consider their background, given role when they were produced, and what they are currently doing in life.Īutomata were creating many, many, many "Existences" ago. They typically wear a human facsimile, or one of another species, though they are quite easily identifiable as non-human due to the metallic outcroppings in their body and their luminescence from their machinery. A construct capable of growing in strength similar to Warforged, or to even Humans.
#EMPYREAN 5E HEIGHT SERIES#
Physical Description Īutomata are a series of wires, coding, cores, and other pieces of technology and magic formed together and used to create a facsimile of life. The members inside cheer as they see a new face, and the robotic mouth of the Automata drinks the glass of mead poured before them with a happy expression. One Automata presses open the doors to a pub, and takes a seat at the table. Most people rejoice as freedom had finally been granted to the people, however, the Automata themselves are unsure of what may lay beyond their role that they had been built for.
#EMPYREAN 5E HEIGHT UPDATE#
In a recent update of Law within the nation, Automata have been given rights as citizens and allowed to keep their memories and emotions. one attacking civilians in the street, and with a swift flick of their wrists- the War Hero decapitates the failure with no remorse, and continues going about their day. During which, in a brief moment, the Automata has found a broken model. In the meanwhile, the Automata are given freedom to wander the streets. The Automata greets their generals with a happy smile, and is rewarded with another assignment to be done at another time. Underneath it's human façade, powerful machinery and robots work tirelessly to comprehend the horrors of war it had just seen, in a short moment, it wipes the memories away. 'Perhaps, I too, am Alive'Ī celebrated war hero returns from their assigned mission, swinging it's hair after pulling off it's tight helmet.
Though, somewhere deep within its coding it wonders in secrecy. To the people, this being is a soul-less construct. The Emotionless Worker brings huge pallets of bricks singlehandedly, the weight of the stone offset with the powerful he wields.
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