from the Journals of Morningstar 776 Series C, Warforged Wizard
by Richard Smyth
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Date: 2 Olarune 997YK
It is during our drill and inspection that the Lord of Blades singles me out. I was on the outer edge of our regiment and so was easy to see as we marched by his command tower. He abruptly called a halt to our march, walked up to me, and stared at my ghulra, the runic whorl on my forehead, as if in disbelief. Then he said, "You are a Morningstar, are you not?"
"Yes, sir." I replied. "776 Series C."
"Come with me," he said. And off we went to his tent, the temporary command center.
As we walked, he talked to me. "I am a Series A. I recognized the pattern of your ghulra."
"I have noticed that different models share a similar pattern while also being unique unto themselves."
"Yes--it makes it easy to recognize the different models and thereby assess their strengths and know their original purpose, though it is my policy to mix models throughout the different divisions, unlike the human tendency to have entire units and regiments of the same type. Not that any of them would ever know, never having been trained in advanced pattern recognition algorithms, as we have. What are your enhancements?"
"Not many. Improved motive detection, enhanced officer relations, improved charisma, the like."
Then he stopped and looked over at me. "Of almost 1,000 warforged warriors, some created here in the Mournlands, most wandering refugees like yourself who have come to join the fight for a better life, you are the only other Morningstar that I have encountered."
"We were a late model, created for--"
"I know all of that. That's neither here nor there. What this means is that I will need you to be one of my commanders. You have the advanced intelligence and training that will make you a successful leader."
And so I am to be a general in the Army of the Lord of Blades.