WE DON'T HAVE A NAME! WE DON'T NEED A NAME! FOR WE HAVE PURPOSE! WE...Me, I, was... I am called Roysloren. I think. Don't remember how long ago, I was a dwarven inventor, a scholar, creating mechanical inventions to help others.
Then everything went wrong.
On a rescue mission, deep into Twisted Woods, we were supposed to help people trapped there.
But I stepped into it.
We called it Wild Rings. Places where strong but untamed magic did rule. And it did.
Twisted my body beyond recognition. Molded me like some damn toy. And teleported me to gods dare to say where. Some folks did find me and cured me back to life. But what's done is done. I'm this...thing, this abomination. I don't remember anything after that, but I know, that WE HAVE PURPOSE.