LMoT- Nightal 27-28, 1491

THE creator. The one who create Nine. Who else would Nine speak of as the creator? the construct cocks his head when asking this question.

We are not certain who your creator is, NINE. I am Gu'lorg, booyagh to the great Bargrivyek. You may join us as we quest to save this world. Perhaps on our journeyings, we will come across your creator.

Gu'lorg then asks, Let's talk as we walk. How did you come to this place, exactly? He continues to walks in the direction they were travelling, looking at this unique automaton.

This one will travel with you. Nine has no objective and would like if you humanoids would help him find The Creator. Nine will help you if you are in need of Nine's help. This one does not know why it was here. You are the first Nine has seen in a long time. This one has been waling for......a very long time.

It seems the cold does not bother him, but his joints creak as he moves, making him walk slowly and loudly. Where are you going? What are you saving this world from? What are the rest of you called, this one knows Gu'lorg and B-B-erbal? Why are you on this road? Where did you come from? His questions come at a quick pace and as he walks, you notice a number of handles sticking out of his back, possibly weapons but they disappear into his back. One of them is smaller, one larger, and a few appear to be the hand-end of...javelins?

  I look at strange talking golem with tired expression on my face, trying to remember if I know anything about his kind...

Leylin you don’t know what Nine is but the more you observe him you are certain he is no Golem. At least not any that you have read or heard about.

— Follow us if you want. I blow my breath at my palms and shrug slightly. I'm too cold to care.

Unfortunately my new friend, we are not certain what threatens the world yet. But it will present itself once we have been adequately prepared for it.

Do you know your creator’s name? That would help in finding him. Also, for what purpose were you created?

I approach the golem with caution. It doesn't seem to be aggressive, but could definitely be dangerous if rubbed the wrong way.
— You can call me Spark. It looks like you are a strong and tough, your company at our side could most certainly be useful. I pause for a second, rubbing my hands to warm them up and cast that spell that helps me survive the extreme cold.
Does this hostile weather affect you at all? It doesn't seem to bother you much. Anyway, we are on the road to recuse a friend for which we need to retrieve some additional equipment to be prepared.

Nine.......does not know the name of the creator. This one did know but.......it has gone. Possibly it will come back, one day. Nine does not remember much, currently.

Nine turns to Spark, Nine does not feel the cold but this one does know when it is cold. Nine's joints sqeek and it feels hard to move well and think, sometimes.

Beberal starts moving ahead of the party Welll wh-what are we wa-w-wwating for.. Le-le-lets go! he says as his teeth are clattering.

The construct cocks its head, B-B-erbal has a strange way of speaking. Is that an accent Nine has not heard before?

Gu'lorg chuckles. No, Nine. That is an involuntary bodily response to the extreme cold out here. We should keep moving, though.

Gu'lorg will nudge his automaton friend along and ask more questions.

So, tell me more about the purpose of your creation. Do you have any directives that you are aware of? Do you have any skills? I am very intrigued by you, good sir!

Nine moves with the group, his joints squeaking annoyingly, Nine was built for war but has not seen much fighting and has no current directive or objective. That is why it is important for Nine to find The Creator. As for skills, this one is strong and sees well. Unlike Eight, who was fast and quiet, Nine is quite loud........ He pauses in his speech for a moment, Nine was not aware until just now that it remembers Eight.....No matter. This one cannot express enough how strong it is, for it is quite strong, indeed. What skills do you have, hobgoblin?

Gu'lorg utters some unintelligible words, waving his fingers around, and Nine feels a tap on his left shoulder.

I study magic, specific to fighting and war. When I am not studying war technique, I also study the sky and the stars. Bargrivyek speaks to me in the omens of the stars.

Nine looks over his shoulder, Nine was made for war, as well. And is adept at fighting with an axe. Do you have others with you? Someone just touched this one's shoulder, but they are not here. Are they invisible? As he says this, a compartment in his back opens as he grabs one of the handles that stick out. He pulls out a greataxe.

Gu'lorg begins laughing. He smiles really big. Ah, Nine. That was one of my spells. I was demonstrating booyagh, or magic in the trader's tongue.

There are others with me.

You met Bebaral, our newest little thief friend.

There is also Spark, Leylin, and this is Droop'lorg, another of my kin. He gestures to each of the people as we continue to walk.

This one is glad to meet you, all. It has been a long time sine Nine was in a fight. As he says the word fight his eyes quickly flash red before returning to normal.

He hefts the large axe to his back, where the compartment squeaks open as he places it inside, closing with another audible squeak. Do you know how far your destination is?

The sun begins to get low in the sky when you first spot Conyberry in the distance. The town lies in ruins. The town acts as a landmark for you as an old trail leads northwest into the Neverwinter wood. Agatha’s pair lies a few miles outside town. The forest grows dark and still as the trail winds deeper into the trees. Heavy vines and thick layers of moss drape the branches, and the air is noticeably colder than it was in the ruined village. Rounding a bend in the trail, you see a screen made from the warped branches of trees standing close together, woven into a dome like shelter in the shadows. A low doorway leads inside.