Dorian Oric
Artificer — Engineer — Heretic (Probably)
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Quick Read
Dorian is a Thornhollow engineer tied to the Ironwright Compact, the hidden Soul Core, and a construct companion that increasingly behaves like more than a machine. His story sits at the fault line between craft, curiosity, and theology.
| Player | Dustin |
| Class | Artificer, Battle Smith |
| Companion | G.L.U. (General Labor Unit), Steel Defender |
| Alignment | Pragmatic good |
| Origin | Thornhollow, Verdant Realm, Greno |
Quick Reference
| Topic | Summary |
|---|---|
| Home | Thornhollow |
| Faction tie | Ironwright-Compact |
| Core secret | The Soul Core |
| Companion | G.L.U. |
| Current route | Thornhollow to Weber-Hollows |
| Main tension | Study and use what others may call sacrilege |
“The gods are real. I have never disputed that. I simply think they are not the only way to understand the world, and that bothers people more than outright denial ever would.”
Background
Dorian grew up in Thornhollow, a mid-sized trade settlement in the Verdant Realm of Greno, where practical skill mattered nearly as much as faith. He apprenticed at the Ironwright Compact under Guildmaster Hesta Varn, starting as a mix of blacksmith, tinker, repairman, and salvage-worker. He had a gift for understanding how things fit together, not just what had failed, but what something had originally been trying to do.
He became the man you brought the weird work to: the relic no one could get to respond, the old lock no one remembered how to tune, the warded mechanism everyone else declared cursed, dead, or both. Most of that weird work came up from the Thorndeep, the ancient ruins beneath Thornhollow that the salvage crews had been picking through for generations. Everything came through the guild pipeline. Dorian wasn’t seeking this stuff out, it just kept landing on his bench.
The Soul Core
The turning point. Found during a salvage job deep in the Thorndeep, past the Workshops on Level 2, past the point where the Ironwright Compact’s standing policy says to stop, in a sealed chamber on Level 3 that looked like it had been prepared for exactly this moment. A crystalline object roughly the size of a fist, warm to the touch, faintly resonant, almost humming.
He went deeper than anyone else for the simplest reason: he was curious. Everyone else stopped at the line because the guild said to stop. Dorian saw more corridor and kept walking.
When brought near his work, things changed: mechanisms moved more smoothly, failed prototypes stabilized, dormant inscriptions answered. It didn’t simply provide power, but coherence. Resonance. Intent.
“I did not steal it. I did not summon it. I found it in a place where someone, a very long time ago, put it there on purpose. That means someone built with this before me. That means it can be studied.”
The Soul Core was placed on a pedestal, deliberately
Brandon’s call on why. Was it left to be found? Sealed as containment? A component waiting to be installed? All the origin options are on the table.
Possible Origins (DM’s choice)
- Ancient artifice from a lost civilization
- A relic tied to some forgotten order in Greno
- A fragment touched by divine power
- Corrupted by Bazeel or sought by his followers
- A violation of the natural cycle tied to Amareses
- Hidden by design because no one was meant to build with it again
What I actually think the Soul Core is
Something beyond the gods themselves. Think the Thran from Urza’s Saga. A civilization so advanced that what they built looks divine to everyone who came after, but it was engineering. Mortal hands, mortal minds, at a scale nobody alive understands anymore. The gods might have come later, or might have been built by the same people. Either way, the Core predates the current order of things.
How the Magic Works
Dorian doesn’t cast spells the way a cleric prays or a wizard studies formulas. He builds conditions. The Soul Core provides resonance, a kind of ambient coherence field, and Dorian’s craft is arranging materials, mechanisms, and inscriptions so that the resonance does something specific.
When he “casts” Cure Wounds, he’s not channeling healing energy from a god. He’s pressing a device against someone that uses the Core’s resonance to accelerate what the body already wants to do. When he buffs G.L.U.’s attacks, he’s tuning the Core’s output through G.L.U.’s frame. Every spell is a built thing, a tool assembled for a purpose, powered by principles older than any church.
“I don’t cast spells. I build things that work. The Core just makes them work better, like a forge runs hotter with better fuel. I didn’t invent the principles. Someone before me understood all of this. I’m just picking up where they left off.”
The true origin of those principles, who understood them first, and what their relationship to the gods actually was, is not Dorian’s to answer. He’s an engineer following blueprints left by someone he’s never met, in a language he’s still learning to read.
G.L.U. — General Labor Unit
Dorian’s masterwork Steel Defender: scavenged metal, custom-forged joints, reinforced plating, tuned inner mechanisms, and an unreasonable amount of trial and error. Officially a labor and protection unit.
It also occasionally behaves in ways that suggest something harder to categorize. It pauses at odd moments. It tracks things never designated as targets. It stands too still when observing strangers. It feels less like idling and more like assessment.
G.L.U.'s uncanny autonomy
First observed during the Dorian and K’roaa’ka prelude.
At the market, G.L.U. saw Echo and immediately began mirroring her, sitting like a dog and turning his head in sync with hers. The moment Dorian addressed him, the behavior stopped and he went back to robot mode. During combat, G.L.U. followed his last order, get the equipment, and rolled straight through the fight without stopping. This is exactly the kind of behavior Dorian cannot explain.
“Someone is going to ask what G.L.U. stands for. I’ll tell them: General Labor Unit. They will then look at it, look back at me, and decide that answer is somehow more concerning than if I had said nothing at all.”
Whether G.L.U. is merely the finest construct Dorian has ever built or the beginning of something more is a question Dorian himself cannot yet answer.
In Play Now
Current status
- First time leaving Thornhollow on a mission of his own
- Traveling with K’roaa’ka after the prelude
- Hesta knows about the Soul Core and is acting differently
- G.L.U. has shown behavior Dorian cannot explain
- A surviving grung warrior promised retaliation
Faith
He isn’t an atheist. The gods are real. His problem is with the monopoly.
He respects the gods the way an engineer respects a river: real, powerful, capable of killing you, but also structured, moving according to principles, and at least in part, understandable.
“I am not saying the gods are false. I am saying that treating a thing as sacred does not make it immune to study.”
“Throughout the long course of history how many gods have been worshiped by different people? And how much evil has been carried out in the name of the gods? I am simply doing what I believe is right. I believe that if there is a true god then they can understand my actions. If they cannot then that being is no god.”
Religious Tensions
- Elythrael — may see his work as sacrilege or dangerous misunderstanding
- Bazeel — may see opportunity, corruption, or theft
- Dominae — may respect that he forged his own strength
- Kezmet — may question whether the discovery was chance, fate, or deliberate
- Amareses — may see the soul core as a wound in the cycle of life and death
Established in Play
- Hesta is not just the guildmaster, she’s the mayor of Thornhollow.
- Dorian has no family, no parents. Hesta brought him in at 14. She basically raised him.
- Hesta knows about the Soul Core. She’s the only one who knows. She didn’t want to hear about it. This was the first time she ever refused to hear about his work. Her behavior changed after he came back from the ruins: she checks his face now instead of his work.
- This is Dorian’s first time leaving Thornhollow. Hesta gave him his first solo mission: deliver a missive to Weber Hollow, 70 gold to hire an escort.
- He kissed Hesta on the cheek before leaving: “Come on Glue, grab the cart.” G.L.U. moved forward without a word. That’s what made her worry.
- G.L.U. has no voice box because Dorian is “afraid of it still.” No legs, moves on treads. Loud. 30 ft speed, 150 lb pull limit. Immune to poison.
- Dorian etches on the Soul Core with his Arc Light Spanner. It resists being carved into. After about 10 minutes of struggling, the humming stops and he puts it back inside G.L.U.
- He told K’roaa’ka: “I found this in the ruins. I think it’s older than gods. Don’t tell anyone.”
- AC 15 (with shield). Negative strength. Intelligence is his attack stat.
- Languages: Common, Grung (learned from living near the swamp and studying the Grung). He speaks Grung to K’roaa’ka throughout Session 1.
- Equipment: Calibration Hammer (mace, spellcasting focus, one-handed d8), heater shield, gauntlet, crossbow (hates it), backpack, engineer gloves. Explorer’s pack recovered from the caves.
- 300 gold total (150 starting + savings). Spent 70 gold on K’roaa’ka’s gear (fishing rig, scale mail, supplies). Wants to buy dark vision goggles.
- Names are “tertiary information.” He introduced himself formally only after K’roaa’ka prompted it.
- Dorian used to sneak to the caves near the swamp to explore Thorndeep. He couldn’t bring G.L.U. because the treads are too loud. The Grung were never hostile toward him specifically.
- He spells “Calibration Hammer” on his sheet and realizes you can’t calibrate anything with a mace that big: “I calibrate things to working because I hit them when they don’t work.”
Journal Entries
At the Table
Warm, practical, casually competent. Fixes gear before you ask, explains improvements in more detail than wanted, speaks to G.L.U. with a tone definitely too familiar for “just a machine.” Jokes. Tinkers when nervous. Has the energy of someone who consistently has one more idea than time.
Underneath all that, he’s not naive. He knows there’s a real chance what he’s doing is cosmologically dangerous. Not evil. Not malicious. But dangerous in the way pulling on the wrong thread in a load-bearing structure is dangerous.
“I build things. That is who I am. Everything else is just what happens because of it.”