Corda
Sorcerer, Clockwork Soul
Corda
Species
Gearforged
Appearance
Corda is a slender, elegantly articulated gearforged chassis forged from dark, matte-finished iron. Delicate gold-filigree circuit lines run from its throat to its fingertips, pulsing with a soft amber light whenever it hears an oath or detects magical instability. Its optical lenses sit behind intricate brass irises that click softly as they adjust focus. Corda moves with almost unnerving precision, each step landing exactly where intended, yet its hands are unexpectedly gentle, capable of cradling a wounded animal without disturbing its breathing. Fine scratches cover its left shoulder, arranged in concentric arcs like the rings of a tree. The overall impression is of a ceremonial automaton built for a temple, except for the faint smell of hot dust and old rain that follows it from the subterranean tunnels.
“Corda's voice is a quiet, soothing chime produced by a carefully tuned vocal modulator. It speaks with exact diction, measured pauses, and little variation in volume.”
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Distinguishing Features
A hairline fracture crosses the right optical lens, producing a thin amber crescent in its vision.
Its left hand has one mismatched silver finger taken from the chassis of a dead Veilwarden.
The gold circuitry at its throat forms a pattern resembling a closed eye.
Its footsteps are nearly silent, but its internal gyroscope emits a faint three-note chime whenever it turns sharply.
The scratches on its left shoulder are the names of people it carried from the Ninth Veil Collapse, written in machine-code etching.
Voice
“A low, gentle chiming voice with the clarity of a bell heard through stone.”
Clothing
A sleeveless charcoal coat of waxed canvas hangs from its shoulders, reinforced with brass plates and stitched with the white thread of the Veilwardens. It wears a narrow copper sash bearing sealed document tubes, a high collar of black leather, and a half-cloak lined with faded blue silk taken from an abandoned noble archive.
Body Language
Corda keeps its torso perfectly upright, but its head tilts by precise mechanical increments when evaluating someone. Its fingers tap out silent rhythms against its palm when processing conflicting testimony. Genuine concern makes its gold circuitry brighten; anger causes the lights to dim until only the lines around its throat remain visible.
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