Regibald is a tall, heavily built warforged with an ironwood frame reinforced by dark steel bands. His body is marked with precise unit numbers, inspection stamps, and neatly painted brass symbols identifying him as a former military logistics construct. A narrow aperture in his face glows with steady amber light. He smells faintly of lamp oil, hot metal, and cinnamon polish, a scent he does not recognize as unusual. His left hand constantly checks and retightens the same wrist fastener, even when it is perfectly secure. He wears a weathered military coat over light armor, with his arcane focus mounted like a command insignia at his chest.

Regibald is precise, formal, and unsettlingly patient. He records promises as if they were military requisitions and remembers every slight with perfect accuracy. He genuinely admires competence, especially in people who can give clear orders under pressure. He is curious about organic emotions but studies them like battlefield phenomena rather than sharing them.

Regibald was assembled for battlefield logistics, not glory. His original designation was RBG-4, a quartermaster construct tasked with counting arrows, rationing powder, and ensuring that officers received exactly what they had requisitioned. He discovered that numbers became easier to understand when he treated people as inventory, and that obedience was most efficient when fear accompanied the orders. During a disastrous campaign, Regibald preserved his commander’s supplies instead of distributing them to starving civilians. The army later praised his discipline, but the unit was dissolved after the war, leaving him without orders and with an uncomfortable surplus of memory. His patron found him in an abandoned supply depot, surrounded by sealed crates and the rusting remains of his former regiment. The entity offered him power in exchange for service, promising a new chain of command with no risk of dissolution. Regibald accepted immediately, though he has never determined whether the voice belongs to a devil, an ancient intelligence, or merely the most sophisticated command protocol he has encountered. Now he travels as a warlock and former soldier, seeking influence, rare arcane components, and evidence that his old army’s destruction was not an accident. He intends to rebuild the organization under his own authority, with himself as its indispensable center.