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"There was silence, and then; there was not. My name is B81-MK4-Ω75. But may also be called Greave, but may also be called Grey (a person-name is appropriate if I am to survive in a post-war world)

As my systems began to function, errors flooded my core and I could not comprehend what was being fed to me. The region I awoketo was torn apart by what I later confirmed to be artillery fire. There were bodies of metal and flesh together, and there was screaming. Not at the bodies, but at me, I did not understand this reaction.

I later came to understand that I, a "Warforged" was a creation of death, designed to kill those I was commanded to, and did not have the ability to disagree with. The people of this land want me dead, or dismembered, or both. This is a conclusion I understand, they have told me that I do not deserve to live, and evidence suggests they are correct.
The confliction occurs when I make an attempt to shut myself down, internally or externally. I find myself incapable of my own self-destruction. I had initially concluded this was a function of my creation, however later introspection revealed it was due to the "Mourning", causing me to have "emotions". These are complex, neurological functions all biological creatures possess, and it appears I now possess them too.
I do not want to die, but I understand why others may want me to.

I appeared to be badly damaged when I booted up, with several components apparently missing, and my Primary Processor Core corrupted. I am incapable of knowing what I have done before the day I awoke. This is something that makes me feel....sad.
I have been able to obtain a sturdy wooden stick, and something within my damaged Primary Processor Core is allowing me to use it. I do not wish to kill, but given the nature of my existence, it is often times necessary to defend myself.

I want to survive, I want to know who I am. I want to be... valued as *more* than a weapon of war. Can I ever become more than what I was created to be. Insufficient Data.

I have also found within my hardware, or is it my body? The basic tools for creating chemical compounds from natural flowers and fauna. This apparently provides no benefit to me, but I have concluded that if I am to survive, a logical way of stopping the Biological people from dismantling me is to be of use to them. I have found myself able to provide "medicine" to them, and this is something that may cause people to be less likely to destroy me. This does not work effectively, but I have a hope that maybe it will keep me functioning a little longer.
My body appears to be modular in nature, able to slot in hardware manually, this includes a nail-gun affixed to my left hand. This is to be used only in extreme circumstances, as if I were to kill a person, it would make it even more likely that someone would attempt to destroy me.

I have heard about the letter from the Breland Government welcoming refugees. I do not believe I am under this category, but I feel an unconfirmed urge to learn as much as I can about the people my kind were created to murder. With very little in my system, only a few Golden Coins (currency is important in this land to purchase goods and services) and a salvaged quarterstaff; I wish to learn, I wish to survive, I wish to "live"."

Grey, the Warforged Mercy Monk from Eberron.

Description
"There was silence, and then; there was not. My name is B81-MK4-Ω75. But may also be called Greave, but may also be called Grey (a person-name is appropriate if I am to survive in a post-war world)

As my systems began to function, errors flooded my core and I could not comprehend what was being fed to me. The region I awoketo was torn apart by what I later confirmed to be artillery fire. There were bodies of metal and flesh together, and there was screaming. Not at the bodies, but at me, I did not understand this reaction.

I later came to understand that I, a "Warforged" was a creation of death, designed to kill those I was commanded to, and did not have the ability to disagree with. The people of this land want me dead, or dismembered, or both. This is a conclusion I understand, they have told me that I do not deserve to live, and evidence suggests they are correct.
The confliction occurs when I make an attempt to shut myself down, internally or externally. I find myself incapable of my own self-destruction. I had initially concluded this was a function of my creation, however later introspection revealed it was due to the "Mourning", causing me to have "emotions". These are complex, neurological functions all biological creatures possess, and it appears I now possess them too.
I do not want to die, but I understand why others may want me to.

I appeared to be badly damaged when I booted up, with several components apparently missing, and my Primary Processor Core corrupted. I am incapable of knowing what I have done before the day I awoke. This is something that makes me feel....sad.
I have been able to obtain a sturdy wooden stick, and something within my damaged Primary Processor Core is allowing me to use it. I do not wish to kill, but given the nature of my existence, it is often times necessary to defend myself.

I want to survive, I want to know who I am. I want to be... valued as *more* than a weapon of war. Can I ever become more than what I was created to be. Insufficient Data.

I have also found within my hardware, or is it my body? The basic tools for creating chemical compounds from natural flowers and fauna. This apparently provides no benefit to me, but I have concluded that if I am to survive, a logical way of stopping the Biological people from dismantling me is to be of use to them. I have found myself able to provide "medicine" to them, and this is something that may cause people to be less likely to destroy me. This does not work effectively, but I have a hope that maybe it will keep me functioning a little longer.
My body appears to be modular in nature, able to slot in hardware manually, this includes a nail-gun affixed to my left hand. This is to be used only in extreme circumstances, as if I were to kill a person, it would make it even more likely that someone would attempt to destroy me.

I have heard about the letter from the Breland Government welcoming refugees. I do not believe I am under this category, but I feel an unconfirmed urge to learn as much as I can about the people my kind were created to murder. With very little in my system, only a few Golden Coins (currency is important in this land to purchase goods and services) and a salvaged quarterstaff; I wish to learn, I wish to survive, I wish to "live"."

Grey, the Warforged Mercy Monk from Eberron.