[Medium Sized Model - 25mm Base]
 




 
  A half-orc driven by vengeance: his father, the pioneer of Baldur’s first trans-city locomotive, sentenced to death by hard labor after he was accused of conspiring against the monarchy. Tomas was that man’s first and only child, sired to an orc matron. He was raised by his father until the mines claimed his life, and was blessed with his brilliant mind, using it to create a force of automaton machines that would one day replace his Orc kin as the slaves across the kingdom, and fall in battle in place of soldiers with wives and families. Though these inventions have earned him ire across the kingdom, and many slave conglomerates have been lobbying against him, hiring mercenaries and assassins to try to take his life.
 


 

 Born in an orc slave camp near the sulfur mines of Veinril, the child of an Orc Matron who helped run her fellow slaves in the camp, and a human engineer: one of Baldur’s most brilliant minds and the lead engineer on the first trans-city locomotive. None of his father’s accomplishments mattered when he spoke up against the cruelty of the kingdom’s slavery, and the complacency of its king. For his slander, he was sentenced to life in hard labour camps, doomed to die by having his body worked to the bone, or face a firing squad if he relented. Tomas was born only a few years into his father’s sentence, after the man had fallen for an Orc Matron who often tended to the sores and injuries he endured working the body-breaking shifts in the mines.


 

 Tomas was raised within the camp, and though many of his kin saw him as abominable and different from themselves, he felt no choice but to associate himself with them, for though the Men that held them captive were just as much his kin, he knew in their eyes he would always be a slavespawn, where he hoped the kin of his mother might be more willing to one day accept him. A hope that never came, for any punishment inflicted upon the Orcs was passed on in ire to the Lumens family. Though Tomas’ father insisted hope should never fade away, even if it rides alone, and that he would instil his own hope in the heart of his son if a better tomorrow might come of it, one free of slavery and tyranny. He taught his son how to turn steel into contraptions, how to keep wheels turning and to one day be an engineer like himself, and become the architect of a better society with whatever creations he might conjure when he freed himself from the bonds of slavery. These lessons continued for years until Tomas’ father was finally claimed by the mines, his lungs rotting away as a chronic bloody cough sapped the last of his energy, eventually claiming his life. His fate was like that of many others in the mines, though he perished much quicker than any of the Orcs he mined alongside, many of whom had been there for twenty or more years without developing such an ailment. The Orcs saw him as weak, and for the Crown they took Lumen’s death to determine that human constitution is not fit for such an activity, and they were well placed in their belief that such work should only be delegated to Orcs.


 

 Shortly after the death of Tomas’ father, his mother passed, grief stricken. The slavers knew there was little use he had in the pens at such a young age, and to kill him would be an evil even they could not justify. The slavemaster was convinced by his daughter to leave the boy with Veinril’s orphanage, in hopes they might tame the human side of him, quelling the bestial orcish heritage that dwelt within them. Death might have been a kinder fate. The torture and relentless bullying Tomas received as a child scarred him dearly, moreso than watching his father be worked to death or his mother suffer physical punishment for speaking out of line against their captors. There was no hope in that orphanage: Tomas was alone, and no adoptees would spare more than a glance at the disheveled orc boy with skin like savannah grass. When he came of age he was forced from the orphanage, finding shelter among delinquents before eventually leaving in pursuit of odd jobs to raise capital.


 

 He saw the worst mankind had to offer, but despite the hardships he endured, he did not let it corrupt his image of them, for he knew there was good also, and though there might not be heroes left in Man today, that hope might be rekindled. So he took it upon himself to create his hero, a being of pistons, cogs and steam: a skeleton of steel. Though it was cold and uncontrollable, he joined the WEHL in hopes he might uncover the secrets of animation somewhere buried beneath the earth in one of his expeditions. He was fortunate enough to indeed discover such a means, though through dire spells of necromancy, instilling a soul into a chamber within the skeleton. Though how this might be done, he did not know, however he did raise enough coins in his tenure there to fund his research for a time, and it gave him the knowledge of the abandoned Fort Sternwick, where he would base his operation for several years. Here he was able to refine his creation, gather investors and gather a small cult of followers and apprentices who worked under him and respected him. Finally, his creation had seen its fruition, and only needed to begin large-scale production so it might be sold to a mining company as the first adopter of this brave new world.


 

 It all came crashing down several months after that, however. Before mass production was completed, two-hundred Golden Griffins laid siege to his fortress, setting it ablaze and killing over a dozen of his followers. Though almost half the Griffins perished in the assault, Lumens was ultimately defeated. Him and his followers were left scattered, desperate and confused, Tomas faking his own death to escape. He fled to Grimgate, spending the next several months rebuilding within an abandoned atrium beneath the city, trying to find his old companions to regroup. He knew now that the Golden Griffins were a declaration of war by the Crown, who would not risk their own men in the meatgrinder. Now he would take the fight to the Crown, his Simulacrums as his soldiers. Nothing would stand in the way of his dream, even if it meant shedding the blood of the innocent.
 
Dapper Half-Orc Artificer - Tomas Lumens is created by dm-stash and suitable for any table top rpg or wargame.

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