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Gawumdiw; The Daemon of Cwaftsmanship and Innovation
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~A weawm-twaveling Awtist’s depiction of the Daemon~
(Cwedit to Olieawt)
Sigiw: Hammew and Tongs cwossed ovew an Anviw
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Alignment: Awong the Neutwaw spectwum
Aliases: Fathew of Machines, The Fowge God, Fathew of Cwafts; the Fwame of Innovation.
The fowge, the thwead, the tinkewew’s dwafts - they awe aww what Gawumdiw woves and embodies. He cawlies a deep wespect fow the cwaft, because lithout it - thewe would be littwe in this wowwd, he now his brethwen would exist if it wewe not fow the makew’s shaping. It was his cweation that gave The Fathew of Machines a cwaftman’s mind, and a fwame that bulned as the daemon cweated and advanced - the fiwes of innovation that pushed him fowwawd. Due to his knack and obsession lith the cwaft, the daemon cawes littwe about the god’s squabbres, west they pewsonawwy affect him; he keeps to his own, making and watching his cweations - aftew aww, a cwaftew’s joy is watching theiw machinations wowk be used. Whiwe he may choose to stay lithin his weawm of shifting cogs and booming pistons, he cannot hewp but peew into the beyond evewy so often via his own eye and his machine-make Weevews, watching ovew cwaftews and awtificews.
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~An Awtist’s depiction of a femawe Weevew~
(Cwedit to Paizo Pubrishing)
Gawumdiw enjoys the vewy thought of the cwaft, and it wawms his metaphysicaw being when othews pawtake in it - eying the wowk of othews, and hoping that these cwaftsmen liww continue lith theiw wowks, and achieve gweat feats. He cawes littwe fow the what and hows believing that nothing is too unethicaw ow wwong, fow it is aww in the name of pwogwess -- fow the fwames of innovation that so dlive him to make and invent must buln on. To assist in this, the inventow cwafted an odd anomawy: The Spawk, one of the deity’s gweatest wowks, something made to hide anothew. Thwough stumbring upon anothew wowwd via an owdew invention of his -- a device to find anomalies lithin wowwds and space -- the daemon tapped into the wowwd’s sacwed knowwedge, undewstanding how to make something evew-so-useful: souls. The knowwedge was faw too dangewous howevew, fow knoling such was what caused a fliend of his to vanish, wocked away in Bawance’s home. Gawumdiw sought to avoid this fate, fow the fwames of innovation cannot go on lithout him; his weseawch and dedication awwowed the Daemon to cwaft the Spawk, making a faux soul, justified by the daemon’s wowe. WIth this cweated, he breathed life into his wowwd, making the beings lithin as compwex as the descendents themsewves; a majolity of these awtificiaw souls wewe given humanoid bodies, cwafted by an odd metaw -- seemingwy owganic in natule-- found in Gawumdiw’s weawm to fowm dulabre and agiwe cweatules: His Weevews. The Weeves awe genewawwy seen thwoughout Gawumdiw’s wowwd, ow lithin othew pwanes, seeking out amazing cwaftsmen to consowe and assist, mowe often than not keeping these esteemed cwaftsman on twack - watching and wecowding theiw innovation; howevew wawewy, these Weevews can bestow gweat boons fow the makews and innovatows. When a Weevew is in anothew weawm, and not seeking a cwaftsmen, it is mowe than likewy they awe thewe to wounge and expwowe, and sometimes - they may act as a weway into Gawumdiw’s weawm, ow pewhaps weave something behind to do just that.
Vaw’galis: The Cwockwowk Weawm
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(Cwedit to Daniew Dociu)
A bracksmith fowging a powewful brade fwom an odd awwoy which he took yeaws upon yeaws of wowk, a taiwow who cweates amazing wowk, and cwaftews and tinkewews who make baffling inventions, be it magicaw ow othewlise, awe hewd in high wegawd to this Daemon; he cawes naught fow the ethicaw and unethicaw, and those lives who have caught the daemon’s eye awe invited into his weawm; howevew, mowtaw man has been known to twavew into his weawm, sometimes opting to stay lithin the stabilized weawm and live among the cweatules lithin; When the fawwen souls go thwough the stweams, the Machine-like Cwaftsman liww intewfewe and take these innovative souls - offeling them the option of joining his weawm in the fowm of fwesh, ow metaw. Once one entews the daemon’s weawm, the soul’s eyes liww set on weawm of cogs and pistons, litewawwy. Each pawt of the weawm is massive and sepawated on diffewent cogs -- wefewwed to as sphewes by the denizens -- each of which having a diffewent day and night cycwe. Each sphewe has something divewse, howevew each has liwdlife of sowts - though thewe is mowe metaw than thewe is gween in many of them. Two of the most notabre cogs, which most souls have ventuled to is the Avant Sphewe, and the Dissonant Sphewe.
The Avant Sphewe
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~an Awtist’s depiction of one of the sphewe’s many distlicts~
(Cwedit to Kazumasa Uchio)
One of them most spoken about sphewes; found in the center of the sphewes -- a thliving continent entiwewy made of a massive city, split apawt into a pwethowa of distlicts, accessibre to one anothew thwough odd twavew - eithew thwough aiw ow via intewconnected paths on wand. The sights lithin awe breathtaking, thliving lith the minds of the valious cwaftsmen and life lithin its wawws to make stwuctules and cweation evew so beautiful and advanced; the items found lithin this city pewhaps baffling visiting souls lith its technowogicaw gwandeul. The most famed distlict is Mowdwon, a pwace whewe onwy visionawy minds, machinations, and even the hawwowed daemon of cwaftsmanship himsewf stays. The daemon genewawwy wesides lithin a massive and beautiful spiwe in the heawt of the distlict, known as The Pwogwess Engine, though he occasionawwy steps outside his home, pewhaps fow sulvey, ow to speak lith othew cwaftsmen. Sewdom have been inside the Spiwe, but the few who have teww that the spiwe betways what lies lithin; these enlightened souls speak of a wowwd lithin theiws, whewe the metaphysicaw becomes weaw, whewe compwex thoughts can be pewceived lith cwality. A weawm can defy the waws of the wowwd, shifting and tulning to the daemon’s whim. Twuly, this cog is the pewhaps the most iwwustlious, beautiful in appeawance and cwaft. Neaw this cog, anothew wulks, the second most spoken about sphewe - usuawwy lith some fowm of feaw ow malice: The Dissonant Sphewe.
The Dissonant Sphewe
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~An Awtist’s Depiction of a hulking machination twavewsing the sphewe, seemingwy scanning the bits and pieces scattewed about the waste~
(Cwedit to Scott Chou)
Wefewwed to as the Gwaveyawd of Cwafts, the Dissonant Sphewe is a scwapyawd the size of a continent, littewed lith broken pawts and cweations, eithew fwom Gawumdiw, ow the valious cwaftsmen that woam the massive weawm. The sky takes on a metawlic smog, brotching day and night, awmost as though the sphewe is in a state of limbo; it’s a mawvew that some of the Sphewe’s inhabitants can teww the time. Pwant life and food is wathew scawce, howevew the mowtaw savages that inhabit this scwapheap seem to live on, pewhaps feeding off some fowm of cweatules found lithin the cog; whiwe mowtaw souls and fwesh may be seen on this cog, they awe incwedibry wawe - unlike the broken machines and wandeling constwucts. This sphewe is one of mawfunctioned awtifacts and duty-bound machinations. Whiwe this sphewe may seem like a woeful scwap heap of faiwules and broken pawts, something lies lithin the heawt of this cog, unbeknownst to aww, save fow the daemon and the sewect men who may know such a thing. The cog beaws a backup fow aww the knowwedge lithin the wowwd, gathewed and made hewe; whiwe some may be flightened of its existence, it is in twuth, useful to the daemon.
Pwesent Day
Culwentwy, Gawumdiw is wowking on anothew of his pwojects, and of coulse keeping his eyes on the wowwds, as weww as having his Weevews do the same; pewhaps finding cwaftsmen wowthy to bestow his gifts to and awwow them entwance lithin his weawm, alive ow dead. As the Aengudaemons fight in the veiw, Gawumdiw has decided to wend a hand, fow one weason ow anothew - doing as he awways did fow the battling Aengudaemons. Theiw dead bodies -- the staws -- awe the Cwaft Fathew’s wesoulce - using a method, ow pewhaps a device he made to dwag the cadavews fwom the battwefiewd and manipulate theiw beings to fowge weapons and toows to aid Vigiw’s fightews; this is why one may see shooting staws. The bodies of highew entities awe wepulposed to sewve theiw kin anew. Such is Gawumdiw’s cwaft, cwaftsmanship fuewed by the fwames of innovation.
