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A golem shrouded in a grey hooded cloak with a thin red border remains unnaturally immobile until its master moves. It lacks a hand, which appears to be replaced by a long blade. A leather "skin" softens an otherwise skeletal creature (if it can be called that), and a monotone, emotionless voice echoes from its chest. A green glow often appears in its single hand, which the construct appears to use to conjure wards and enchantments.

The golem moves with the mechanical gait of a being that has nothing organic about it. It never sways while standing, nor does it gesticulate when talking. The only reaction that might have anything remotely emotional about it is the glow in its eye-sockets. Sometimes green, others red, the colors usually distinguish between the construct's active and passive modes.

The party has occasionally heard a different voice - one speaking primordial - emanate from a slightly different location within the body of the construct. This voice has a more "living" emotional range.

Undoubtedly of ancient origin, the golem was found in a dusty state of dormancy in the back of a dealer of curious items. The dwarf merchant could only say that he had found it in the basement of an abandoned farmhouse, but was sure that it's origin was older. After sizing it up, Alan purchased the construct for use as a coatrack, and was surprised when Reyson managed to bring the thing to life.

In populated areas with no obvious hostiles, 500 will conceal its appearance with the cloak, and constantly position itself as close as possible to and immediately behind Dara and Reyson. If a choice is to be made between the two, the construct will randomly select one or the other. It will regularly make telepathic contact with the more removed party members, inquiring about any potential "threats."

In non-populated areas, or in a potentially hostile situation within a populated area, 500 will take point: it will move cautiously in the direction indicated by the party, testing terrain for safety and to trigger traps on itself even if it did not see any. In these situations, the demeanor of the construct is not completely hostile, but wary of any encounter as a potentially hostile one, assuming an offensive stance.

In either case, the construct will spend most of its time scanning the visible area for potential "threats" as frequently as feasible. This means appraising creatures' intentions and looking for ambushes or traps, both magical or mundane.

If a partymember is out of 500's view for more than a moment, at the earliest opportunity, 500 will open telepathic contact to give the ally a silent opportunity to advise the party of anything.

Traits:

• Unusual Background
  
• Drifter
  
• Medium (Elementals)
  
• Talented: Soldier
  
• Contacts: Notable Wizards
  

Corrections: 500 speaks Primordial instead of Deep Speech, and he has the Purple Dragon theme, despite the alignment requirements.

In ambienti "civili," 500 si tiene il piu' possibile coperto dal mantello, e posizionato immediatamente alle spalle di Tuche o Nevyn. Se qualcosa gli sembra un possibile pericolo, avverte il gruppo.

Dove la probabilita' di quanche' minaccia e' piu' elevato, 500 esplora attivamente le possibili fonti di minacce, mantentendosi vicino al gruppo.

Servant-class clones are one of the various subsets of clones available for purchase on the planet Bia-Nari. They are primarily used for running homesteads, cleaning, cooking, serving food, or even putting food into the mouths of their owners.

Is specialized in the cleaning of various surfaces and objects, can carry approximately 800 earth lbs, and knows basic first aid.

A red kobold, 3' tall, gold eyes. Wearing a flask bandoleer, a satchel, a cowboy hat, and a belt with pouches. He rides on a giant Gecko and has a pack Gecko as well.

What does this guy think, he's an Indian?
What is he, a goddamn asshole, what the fuck is he doing?
Not ever, no way.

Now he's Johnny Hammersticks.
Hammering away like he's fucking, Tommy Noble.
What the hell's he doing?

Thinks he's got it going bossa nova. No way.
What is this garbage? What is this?

Oh, I'm king of the trees, I'm the Treemeister. I count on them. But sometimes I pruy, got like to steetlsk

Yeah right. Yeahhh right. This guy's a faggot. This guy's some sort of faggot Indian in the teepee.

Who, this guy thinks he's Captain Knots. Captain Tying Knots. Anyone need some knots tied, they go to him. Fucking bullshit.

This woman's such a bitch. Thinks she's Miss Sand. Drinking outta cups. Being a bitch.

I better have fist. I better have fatalisk. Bardt. Patterscompatlblblb kid in the background going fucking crazy.

Who's this guy? Mista Balloons. Mista Balloon Hands. No way. No way, get real. Like those things.

Mr. Walkway. Mr. Walk down me, I'm the walk way, lead me to the building. Fuck you.

5643, yeah right! You're some stupid bitch. Who payed for that floor? Not me. No way. I'm never paying for no floor ever again. Not once, not never. Nope.

Who's chair is that? Who put that goddamn chair here? It's not my chair. Not my chair, not my problem, that's what I say. No way. Stupid dresses. Stupid flowers.

Lighthouses rule. You don't like the lighthouse? You suck. What is this, the Seashorse Captain? What is this Seahorse Seashell Party? Who didn't invite me?

Why didn't I get invited? Seahorse Sea-hell. What is this? Get real. I'm in love with sea horses. I'm in love with them, they're so beautiful and cute, I'm in love with seahorses.

They're fucking unreal, I love them. They're like all the clocks. I love them. I love seashores, and I love looking at 'em, and I love seashells. I love seashell things. I love things with seashells and seahorses on 'em.

Like blankets.
And towels.
And little bags.
I love 'em.

Seahorses.
Forever.