A Year and A Day: Automata
Changeling: the Dreaming
Homebrew Rules
Character Creation Guide Download: Automata.pdf
Quoth the Automata:
“Why should I worry? I have everything I need to survive. I have a song in my heart, a meaningful existence, and literal balls of steel… There is nothing that can stop me from succeeding.”
Kith Excerpt:
There are many tales told of Talos, He was forged in the pits of Hephaestus – Olympian God of the Forge. He was the guardian of Crete. He would fly around the Island three times a day, his skin aglow in the sun-shine, shining silver and copper. When he died, he pulled his enemies to his breast, melting them along with his own body; molten tears dripping down his polished face, lamenting a life not lived to the fullest. He was a clockwork man –and while
The Automata aren’t robot. They are dutiful soldiers and artisans, laypersons, and performers. They were fashioned out of precious metals as clockwork retainers and given special purposes by the Olympian Gods. One Automata might have served as a librarian, collecting and storing ancient tomes for Pallas Athene. Another might have been an assassin under Ares, snuffing out life from the shadows. Others might have served Aphrodite for more Carnal reasons. Despite their variations, all had a reason and each of their number was lovingly crafted by Hephaestus for that reason alone.
And this reason gave them life. They could laugh with joy when the reason succeeded, or cry when that reason botched. Hephaestus forged them feelings and crafted their personalities, and each was as different in appearance and disposition as it was in purpose. Yet time and tide wait for no man, and the more fabulous dimensions of science came under scrutiny alongside the Magic of the Dreaming. The old servants of the Olympian Theoi had to undergo the Changeling Way to survive the onslaught of banality. Alongside the Keteas and Nymphaea, Strix and Satyrs, the Automata hid their burnished limbs and fiery eyes in the fragile trappings of pink rice-paper flesh.
Flavor
“Pleasure in the job puts perfection in the work.” – Aristotle
