Designated 4032, the warforged later known as Kolg was manufactured in the glass-and-brass foundries of Seattle, Cascadia, in the year 1975 A.M. Though an Atlantean-pattern sentinel, he was produced as a high-value export for the American Foreverwar, eventually seeing twenty-one years of continuous service as airborne infantry for the Cordoban Army. Operating as a support specialist within Lt. Smithlock’s recon platoon, Kolg was frequently deployed past the front lines, dropping from high-altitude airships into the Amazonian interior to seize strategic rural outposts. His mechanical frame was forged for the high-pressure violence of the Age of Conquest, leaving him with an arm-integrated shotgun and a tactical mindset where killing is treated as a secondary nature rather than a moral choice.

Following his honorable separation from the Cordoban military, Kolg spent eighteen months as a freelancer along the southern coast of East America before finding a sense of purpose in the outskirts of Conception. There, he met Insworth Covington I, the founder of a sprawling landfill and scrapyard known as Cons’crap. Kolg accepted a position as the facility’s permanent security detail, a role he would hold for nearly a century as he guarded the site against the region’s desperate scavengers. His time at the yard was defined by isolation and a growing distrust of the world, though he developed a deep, introverted friendship with Insworth’s grandson, Insworth Covington III. This era also cemented his harsh discrimination against the beast-blooded goblin lineages, whose repeated attempts to loot the scrapyard left Kolg with a permanent aversion to the “smaller folk” of the world.

By the year 2101 A.M., Kolg recognized that he was reaching the twilight of his mechanical service life. His internal Shardisite core, though stable, began to hum with the wear of 126 years of operation, and the “war-frame” of his mind grew weary of the constant conflict in the Americas. Seeking a place where he might peacefully “retire” and observe how other beings interact without the lens of a rifle scope, he drifted around the ports and hubs of the Americas, eventually booking passage aboard the submersible ESS Albacore bound for Dresden out of Nunavut . As one of the rare warforged to survive the meat-grinder of the Foreverwar, Kolg views the journey across the Sea of Ghosts as his final deployment—a tactical retreat from a century of fire in search of a quiet corner in a world that he no longer feels he belongs to.