Porter
Porter was originally an Astral Elf of a different name, who cruised through the cosmos upon the "Doombringer" with his merry crew of bandits. These pirates, comprised of some of the most powerful wizards in all the Realmspace, would pillage every planet and asteroid in their path. Destroying settlements and outposts while taking everything of value.
Porter had been with the crew for a few years where he quickly climbed up the ranks of the organization, but felt growing disdain for the carnage they were leaving across the realms. Porter was able to build a resistance and staged a coup against the leadership. The odds were looking good and the resistance had taken out many high ranking members, but ultimately the coup was unsuccessful.
As the mastermind behind the plan Porter was to face execution, however this one would be unusual. Instead of the usual public spectacle, Porter was brought to meet the captain of the Doombringer. Someone who only one other person on the ship had ever met face-to-face. Most members don't even believe he exists.
After a lengthy perp walk down into the bowels of the ship, through what seemed like a tomb, Porter was brough to a room with two doors opposite each other. He entered the room and the door behind him shut. After several minutes the door in front of him opened. He walked into a large dimly lit room where a dark figure stood hunched over facing the opposite wall. The figure asked Porter to approach him. After getting withing striking distance the figure stood up straight and Porter stopped.
"You dare try to overthrow my empire? I've lived for a thousand lifetimes and nobody has ever dared to challenge my power like this."
Suddenly, Porter was lifted into the air unable to move or form words. The figure turned around revealing a decrepit skeletal form with bits of rotten decaying flesh and a glowing red crystal embedded in its skull.
"This Lich for one is very impressed, you almost made it through all my men. Maybe you'll have better luck next time!"
He cackled and screamed maniacally. Then everything went black...
Porter awoke stranded in the middle of a desolate wasteland. He went to stand up, dazed and confused not being able to remember anything, not even his own name. After a few brief moments, he was able to gather his faculties and a memory or two started to trickle in. By this point Porter was able to remember that he was an Astral Elf and would catch snippets of the atrocities he committed on the Doombringer. But nothing significant enough to restore his original identity.
It was then that he realized his hands were no longer made of flesh and blood, instead he finds metal and wood. The horror grew when he began to inspect the rest of his body realizing that this didn't end with his hands and arms. Panicked, Porter stumbled through the wasteland to eventually stumble upon an abandoned construction site, still miles away from civilization. Here he found a strange large green box with the text "Porter-Potty" written on the door. He opened it only to discover that his sense of smell still existed, as well as a small mirror hanging on the wall. He picked it up and the horror was fully realized. Staring back into Porter's eyes was no longer Elvish, it wasn't even human. It appeared to be half construct, half tree. Seeing red steel, dark black wood, and glowing white eyes, Porter knew he had to find some help and piece together his past.
Porter scavenged the area for any goods and headed to town to start his journey back to wildspace.
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