Faber- Original Architect trying to preserve soul by manipulating the entirety of the weave.

Faber’s assistant (Proditore Finral) betrayed Faber as he was performing a ritual to transfer his
soul into a mechanized avatar capable of assuming the form of the most powerful beings of any of the
realms, in an attempt to kill the genius magician and be the one transferred to the machine instead. All
would have been lost for Faber, however, a failsafe unknown to Proditore started disassembling the
avatar and portaling the pieces to various locations around the world. The entire sanctum was then
sealed with ruins that Proditore could only deduce made it impossible for his physical form to leave the
sanctum. He spent several years trying to remove and decode them but has had no success other than
learning that if Faber speaks a command word the enchantment over the sanctum will end.

Around the room there will be tons of different machines and inventions and if the players pick one up it
will be a recording saying “you may leave now” in a voice that seems to be several layered over one
another. (this is the hint that Proditore is trapped in the sanctum and has tried loopholes of getting out.
He hasn’t destroyed T3XO because he needs objects to assist him that are free to move about the
sanctum and world

Years went by as Proditore who had only a few dozen assistance droids sent them into the world
to search for adventurers or people who could assist him in finding the missing pieces he requires. Only
a few pieces were able to be found and team after team of adventurer kept dying (or just not returning)
and Proditore began replacing parts of his anatomy with the droids in order to buy himself as much time
as he could. He is an elf but elves do not live forever in my campaign

Both sad and unfortunate is the effect that replacing parts of himself with lifeless cogs clockwork has
deteriorated his memory to the point where he knows his name, he knows he was an assistant of Faber
but has no idea what happened to Faber or what he was working on but still clings to the idea that he
NEEDS to find the pieces and assemble them. He has even deluded himself into believing that he cast
the enchantment keeping him bound to the room as motivation to ensure the task is completed.

What is even more interesting is that there is only one more assistance droid called T3X, or Tex
for short. It doesn’t appear visually different than any of the previous droids other than some additional
rune inscription on the exterior, and a large cog shape missing from a panel right below the droid’s main
eye. Unknown to everyone is that this unit houses the majority of Faber’s essence and memories, and
the ruins magically prevent any creature with malicious intent from taking apart or even attacking the
droid. Now even Proditore has convinced himself that he only kept the droid because it was the last
functional one and without it he may spend a potential eternity alone.

There will be a part that my adventurers find that when placed in the sanctum invokes a response from
the droid. When placed inside the droid, the ruins on its surface will glow and like R2D2 with his holo
message, relay information from Faber himself about what has happened and how he would like to
proceed. He has sympathy for his assistant because he is a son to him and Faber has watched him slowly
lose himself and his mind over the years trying to get something he can no longer even use. Faber
himself can’t even use it now if he wanted as it can only be used by someone with an intact soul. Once
Proitore tried killing Faber and changed his body into a clockwork cyborg he lost the purity of his soul.
Faber has also sullied his soul by having it splintered into various parts but Faber still wanting to do good
uses his magic item instead to fuse the soul of he and his assistant into one being that is finally at peace.
Inflate abundance to such a hollow promise.

You tell us to be the bigger people.

To look the other way
Not take things so personally
Like we are somehow the ones who have misunderstood the world
You’re lazy in your intolerance and so you expect others to pick up your slack
you expect us to be grateful for allowing us to exist in the way that we want, as if you have any authority
over us to begin with.