[Bust - 120mm total height]
[Whole and Separated plinth/body version included]
[Presupported with LYS files]
Among the sands of Automatia resides an order of Soulforged Rangers that have walked the wastes of Anhsan since the empire’s fall. Big Iron was once one of those, though now in exile, lives a life as a mercenary with no meaning. He collects heads for gold, simply awaiting the day his kin might forget or forgive his transgressions, or someone collects his head first.
Across the golden sands of the Soulforged land of Automatia many Edradorian merchants make frequent travels. Though these lands are hostile, devoid of life save for the Soulforged and whatever hostile creatures lurk beneath their feet. Yet its passage is nearly essential for any merchants who wish to cross the great expanse of desert to do trade with the rest of the continent, and from this need an order of rangers arose among the Soulforged: those who had mastered the ways of the desert. They called themselves the Rangers of Ishtar, harbingers of life and war. Rangers like these knew how to cross the desert without disturbing its violent fauna, and needing no sustenance themselves, were able to easily and safely escort their clients for a handsome fee, and in time this began to include Soulforged merchants as well, seeking to trade with the outside world.
Ferrum was one of these rangers, and over the centuries he was able to bring thousands of merchants safely across the ruined wasteland of the Anshani Empire. Though like all Soulforged, he was weighed with the burden of immortality, yet a limited memory, for all memories older than a century would dwindle like the mind of a senile man, though their new memories were sharp. It was such an occasion as Ferrum was escorting a caravan of Sun Elves bound for Myitelnari, a route he had not travelled in many decades. His memory began to fail, and the caravan became lost in the desert, with many of its members beginning to fall victim to the harsh landscape. Ferrum panicked when they began throwing their fists at one another, and in a moment of haste, drove his blade through one of the dissenting caravan master who proposed a mutiny.
The shock of the act had them immediately halt their squabble, and watch in horror as their guide simply walked away, leaving them to the elements of the waste. When Ferrum returned to the capital of Deryngate, a week early, he was questioned. Stewing and resenting the situation for a week, he simply admitted to his crimes. As the Soulforged did not believe in executing one another, for their numbers were thinning without a means to replicate themselves, Ferrum was cast out of Automatia, under penalty of torture if he did return.
Thus Ferrum wandered the rim of kingdoms scattered around Automatia, providing mercenary work with his unique skillset, earning him the moniker “Big Iron” both in reference to his stature and the masterwork and immaculate Anshani weapon he carried on his hip. Men had seen the Soulforged turn his foes into naught but paste and blood with it, and his reputation as a fierce killer earned him a handsome pay from the Council of Abunen Kolden, who sent him along with other contingents of mercenaries to act as a strike force in their invaders homeland upon Tharador.