Alten shoots side-eye glances at the others standing near us (assuming Chatra and Grom). He giving you the 'feel free to jump in now' looks

I came out of the Creation Forge. My master was there and gave me a sword that he had made for me. I eventually asked him if he was my creator, and he told me no he was not. Talien looks around. I just thought because I was made for War that Torm must have been my creator...In an oddly distant way Talien says With my master gone and no way to return home, I must find my creator...Talien turns his head back to Alten and says, What is the 'traditional' or 'biological' what that you speak of? I know you have two creators here in your lands, but how does this happen? Surely they step on one another's toes in the creation process...

Talien also adds this while you collect your thoughts on a response I am not a machine, although none of your kind have known about them before you. Where have you seen machines around this land at? I am a living creature, just different from you. Just like the Elf's are different from the Humans...I do as your kind calls it...I 'bleed'. he gestures to his injury, still dripping the sap like substance.

Alten is totally flustered at the idea of having to give Talien the "birds and the bees" talk.

Chatra, your story telling skills far surpass my meager ability. Perhaps you should handle this?

To Talien, answering his last question because it is easier.

Some people invent small devices. Most people call these kinds of inventors Tinkers. Clocks, music boxes, fire starters, mechanical toys and such are what they normaly invent. But as far as I know nobody can invent a living machine. 

You say you are alive and that is your blood. I have no reason to disbelieve you. 

To Chatra

Chatra, earlier, did you Mend him or did you heal him with your magic?

Chatra nods at Alten and replies

i only gave him words of encouragement. That is where my power lies, in my words.And btw I think your handling it just fine, you can continue explaining love to him ... and babies.

Alten

Thank you Chatra. The mountains are to the north, should you wish to establish a perch upon one so that you may further dispense such wisdom.

<sigh> You mentioned coming out of a Creation Forge, Talien? Were you. . . as you are now. . . when you came out of the forge, at least physically? Or were you small, weak, and stupid, like most newborn babies are. Have you ever seen a human or elf or dwarf baby and noticed how different they are from adults?

I was made at this size. It is odd that your kind change. I grow in knowledge every day, but I do not understand what magic makes 'newborn babies' Talien responds, Is it like when the wizard makes a bird?...Well it cant be exactly can it? Otherwise they would appear in the superior size ready for battle like I did.

Well, you are clearly different from the rest of us. Unique as far as I know. So I don't have lots of answers for you. But. . .

No it is not at all like when a wizard makes a bird. There is a biological process mammals engaage in to reproduce. It typically requires a male and female of compatable species and is usually quite pleasurable. The scholarly names for it are "intercourse" or "sexual reproduction". There are lots of other words for it, but those two are safe to use in most situations.

Sometimes a baby is born months after the process is completed, if certain conditions are satisfied. If other various conditions are met and myriad variables align, then the baby grows over the years into an adult. Hopefully they get bigger, smarter, and stronger.

I'm sorry but I'm not a teacher, a physician, a scholar, a father nor your creater,  so don't ask me to explain any more. If you can read, perhaps Chatra or Grom can find you a text that explains such things. They both are more scholarly inclined than I.

Arxius wanders back to the group just in time to catch Alten's biology lesson. Her brow creased as she studies the group. "We leave you alone for two minutes and this is where you take things?"

I am just trying to figure out your kind Arxius. Warforged are made to size. I started life this way, granted a little less dirty. Talien looks down at his dirty state from being buried alive, and then turns his attention back to Alten and says, I dont understand all of your words, they are new to me. Mammals, and intercourse, and sexual, and such. I dont need you to explain more, I just need you to break down what you are telling me. Think of it like a specific fighting style. If you show me all of the combinations avalible at full speed one time, I may not get them all right. But if you break it down and show the intracacies of the moves, it will be far more understood. If you do not want to help me learn, perhaps I will have to ask someone with a baby to show me how it is made... 

Grom hearing all this chuckles..

What's our plan now gents

“Let me make it clear for you, Big Guy,” Arxius says. Bristling a little at the words ‘your kind’. “Every species has the ability to create life in their own way. Invariably they make mistakes and continue trying to better their progeny. All under the misguided belief that there is something worth the struggle of evolution.”

Alten to Arxius (as an aside)

I'm just praying to Torm, minding my own business. I get the question 'who is Torm'. Somehow, it ends up asking about sex. My order is not prudish by any stretch of the imagination. But it is quite an experience to be asked where babies come from by a machine. At least I thought it was a machine. He says he is alive.

To Grom

I vote we tell the constable about this and deliver proof of what was attacking. Since the trail seems to point to the Citadel, at least we know what these things can do if we run into them again.

It sounds like some of you could do with a breather, but I would like to get on the road since our patron seems to have a time frame in mind.

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“Let me make it clear for you, Big Guy,” Arxius says. Bristling a little at the words ‘your kind’. “Every species has the ability to create life in their own way. Invariably they make mistakes and continue trying to better their progeny. All under the misguided belief that there is something worth the struggle of evolution.”

 Talien looks at you and appears confused by your words and ignores any irritation he senses if he does in fact sense it. If everyone can make a baby, how do I make one?

Chatra giggles in the background

Alten takes advantage of Talien's focus shift to Arxius and walks away. He goes over to the dead pig and pretends to inspect it. Eventually, he unties it and drags the carcass a ways off the path.

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“Let me make it clear for you, Big Guy,” Arxius says. Bristling a little at the words ‘your kind’. “Every species has the ability to create life in their own way. Invariably they make mistakes and continue trying to better their progeny. All under the misguided belief that there is something worth the struggle of evolution.”

 Talien looks at you and appears confused by your words and ignores any irritation he senses if he does in fact sense it. If everyone can make a baby, how do I make one?

 "Oh, good lord," Rees laughed. "Talien, I'll draw you a diagram later. For now, I believe we ought to be getting back to town. This was but one of our various jobs completed."

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To Grom

I vote we tell the constable about this and deliver proof of what was attacking. Since the trail seems to point to the Citadel, at least we know what these things can do if we run into them again.

It sounds like some of you could do with a breather, but I would like to get on the road since our patron seems to have a time frame in mind.

 
I can use a short rest and regain my 1 expelled spell slot im not sure but i think our barb friend here and Talien might need more then that tho

"He certainly needs something," Arxius mutters to herself.

I still think we should consider getting a move on, but if we have to wait, then we will.

 OOC - that's what hit dice are for. I would prefer to avoid the 15 minute adventuring day as much as possible