@epitaph200 Sincce I’m out of ideas, is it okay if I just go into Fallout 4, build a bunch of automatrons, post pictures of the ones I’m satifisfied with, then you change their designs to fit Brinthania’s themes(you know, since I don’t have the Stick Making skills)?

@epitaph200 I give you “The Wandering Spellsword”(I couldn’t think of anything better… you’re welcome to give him a name yourself… cause I got nothing) This boi is just as he seems. He uses magic and wields a sword.

(Before you read this, keep in mind that I’m terrible at backstories)
He has had his wand since he was very young. When he set out on an adventure, he came across a lone knight. They were both wandering the land, so they stayed together.

About halfway through the week, the pair of adventurers found themselves within a bandit clan’s den. While they were fighting, one of the bandits sneaked behind them, and and incapacitated the knight. In a split second, something seemed to change within the mage. He channeled all the magical power he could muster, raised his wand slightly, and thrust it in the air. This caused a wave of both pure magic, and something a little more physical. The bandits that had once surrounded the mage, were now nonexistent. He walked over to the now cold body of his friend, picked it up, and backtracked to the exit.

Once outside, the Mage carried the Knight towards the nearest town. Once there, he set aside his fallen comrade’s sword, and dug a grave. Soon the grave had been set, and the body was underground. The Mage picked up the sword, and carried it with him to honor his Knight. Now, he uses it to fight. In fact, he used it to fight through a hoard of un-dead. Once he dealt with the hoard, he found a chest. This chest contained a helmet. Realizing he had lacked head protection until now, he took it. He wears it to this day. He uses his companion’s sword to this day. And he wanders still, to this day.

So as you know, I’m bad at naming things. So for now let’s just called this boi the Ebony Spirit.

Here’s a meaningless backstory for those who like reading:
The Ebony Spirit was a warrior who quested throughout many regions. He slayed those who practiced anything that could be considered evil. However, like all legends before him, he died. Or so we all thought. He was dead, yes. His body was cold, and his heart was no longer beating. But he never truly died. One day, an adventurer ventured into the cave where he had been killed, and came back with the body… but it had no armor. We asked him where it had gone. “There was none,” he replied. Later that week he was spotted, A legless suit of armor that strongly resembled that of Ebony. That night, The Village was attacked by bandits. We couldn’t do anything to defend ourselves. There were simply too many. But when all hope had been lost, The Ebony Spirit had shown up. He wasn’t corporeal, but he wasn’t incorporeal either. He was a strange, indescribable mixture of both. One of the bandits swung a steel blade at the phantom, but he was swiftly countered, disarmed, and vanquished. The rest of the bandits were dealt with. Most of said bandits were killed, but we managed to detain two. We wanted thanked the Spirit, but he had vanished. We couldn’t be sure he was gone forever, and we know he isn’t, for some still report sightings of The Ebony Spirit, and he protects not only us, but over all who are innocent…
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