Character 1 - Goblin Alchemist
You were born into a small tribe of goblins that lived in the woods on the outskirts of the town of Laketon. While food was never a problem - it's amazing what delicacies the humans toss into their garbage pits, other aspects of life were harsh. The skills you picked up and perfected that allowed you to put together useful items from all sorts of scrap materials helped ease life for your immediate family. You enjoyed this sort of work - it was fun to put together things to make new and useful items.
You weren't happy with the way your tribe seemed content to live apart from the rest of the world, subsisting on trash discarded by others (no matter how tasty some of it was). Goblins were better than this! It hurt to sneak into town and overhear the Folk speaking about "ignorant, disgusting gobbies". You weren't ignorant! You had even learned to read and write, thanks to Elder Grax in your camp. Grax said you were one of his best pupils! Grax taught you even more interesting things too - things a lot more fun than tinkering! He taught you how to put things together to make explosions! and fire! and gooey stuff! and... fire! He called this "alchemy".
You decided the only way for goblins to be accepted would be for those like you to get out into the society of the Folk. You would prove your worth, and people would appreciate goblins more. This is what you did! Strolling into Laketon one day, you vowed that you would not return to your tribe's camp until you were recognized as an Important Goblin by the Folk of other races.
At first you were laughed at, but you expected that. Then you were tolerated as you helped the townsfolk repair their broken tools, did odd jobs for some shopkeepers, and even helped fix a few injuries and illnesses suffered by the Folk. You really felt you were on your way to being Appreciated! But it all came crashing down when the townsfolk drove you out. You wondered if it had something to do with accidentally setting fire to that block of shops when you were improving the baker's ovens.
Undaunted by this setback, you went south to Dryad's Falls. But the story there was the same. First they ignored you, then reluctantly acknowledged you, then started to warm to you, and then they threw you out. Perhaps it was it that accident that caused all the fences and half of the barn in the town's livery stable to collapse.
Still determined, you went farther south to Feybridge Crossing. After the bridge collapse incident, though, it was time to move on again. That was a week ago, but you've been thinking as you walked the road toward Karnstown. Maybe you're trying too hard. Instead of trying to get a whole village to acceptance you, why not start with a smaller group? A small band of adventurers would be perfect! That's it! You will become a famous Adventurer! You heard of an Inn along this very road where Adventurers meet... surely a group of them would want your services. Adventurers liked blowing things up, and you were good at that!
And so... as you walked into the Bugbear's Head Inn and settled into a corner, you began to daydream about a future of being Important.
You weren't happy with the way your tribe seemed content to live apart from the rest of the world, subsisting on trash discarded by others (no matter how tasty some of it was). Goblins were better than this! It hurt to sneak into town and overhear the Folk speaking about "ignorant, disgusting gobbies". You weren't ignorant! You had even learned to read and write, thanks to Elder Grax in your camp. Grax said you were one of his best pupils! Grax taught you even more interesting things too - things a lot more fun than tinkering! He taught you how to put things together to make explosions! and fire! and gooey stuff! and... fire! He called this "alchemy".
You decided the only way for goblins to be accepted would be for those like you to get out into the society of the Folk. You would prove your worth, and people would appreciate goblins more. This is what you did! Strolling into Laketon one day, you vowed that you would not return to your tribe's camp until you were recognized as an Important Goblin by the Folk of other races.
At first you were laughed at, but you expected that. Then you were tolerated as you helped the townsfolk repair their broken tools, did odd jobs for some shopkeepers, and even helped fix a few injuries and illnesses suffered by the Folk. You really felt you were on your way to being Appreciated! But it all came crashing down when the townsfolk drove you out. You wondered if it had something to do with accidentally setting fire to that block of shops when you were improving the baker's ovens.
Undaunted by this setback, you went south to Dryad's Falls. But the story there was the same. First they ignored you, then reluctantly acknowledged you, then started to warm to you, and then they threw you out. Perhaps it was it that accident that caused all the fences and half of the barn in the town's livery stable to collapse.
Still determined, you went farther south to Feybridge Crossing. After the bridge collapse incident, though, it was time to move on again. That was a week ago, but you've been thinking as you walked the road toward Karnstown. Maybe you're trying too hard. Instead of trying to get a whole village to acceptance you, why not start with a smaller group? A small band of adventurers would be perfect! That's it! You will become a famous Adventurer! You heard of an Inn along this very road where Adventurers meet... surely a group of them would want your services. Adventurers liked blowing things up, and you were good at that!
And so... as you walked into the Bugbear's Head Inn and settled into a corner, you began to daydream about a future of being Important.
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