His race was created as great battle golems by a magical military years ago. The intention was that the golems would fight their wars for them. The battles were quick and decisive, but eventually the magical masters destroyed themselves out of greed and fear.

Many of the troopers that were left over from the wars shut down and became inanimate hunks of stone and mithril. Others, still wait for further commands on the battle field. A very few, came to self-awareness, and now try to find a purpose for their existance.

Delos'De was not among them. For over twenty eight years, he stood motionless on the ruined battlefield, soaking in the leftover magical auras of the now meaningless warfare. In rain, snow and sunlight he stood, Waiting.

He was *good* at waiting.

So it came to pass that this Warforged trooper came to sentience on the battlefield alone, well after his fellows had left. He wandered to the Cliffside tavern, where he met Barrak. The dragon asked if he could process alcohol, and pay for it. He returned to the battlefield and took all the gold on the dead corpses there. He came back to Cliffside, but Barrak was gone.

Instead, Genn was there, and helped him to come up with a unique identity instead of a designation. A "Name."

A strange conflict with a magical being helped this name come about. A brief moment of terror that the trooper felt when his consciousness began to fade has stayed with him since that day. He learned to dislike fear, the only emotion he has experienced so far. He vowed that he would forever go through his existance fighting that emotion in himself and others, and being fearless. Genn told him of a word, "Delos'De" which means in Genn's language "fear of fear."

The trooper took that as his name.