Post by Forest on Jun 25, 2019 2:10:46 GMT -5
Race: Goblin
Class: Ranger (Monster Slayer) [5]
Backstory:
Staring into the glowing embers of the fire Wicked Scars would recall his past.
[ Before I begin I want to establish that I'm not saying goblins are wonderful. Many of my kind are barely more than beasts in the wild, like packs of trained war dogs gone mad with disease. What many don't know, is that it's not all of us that are that way. Some of us, like the people of my village had become more. Did you know that goblins are highly adaptive? If our clan bares children in the mountains we will become strong like the dwarves, if we bare children near the sea we will become like frogs, or even if we grow near other civilized species we will become more than beasts. My clan, that of the Maach Rher were the latter, more than beasts.]
[ Curiosity is probably the only thing that saved me that day. I was following a set of unusual tracks and I broke away from my patrol group. There was 6 of us. After close to two fingers of sun I caught up with my group. The ground around them had signs of heavy combat. Three or four attackers armed mostly with melee weapons and some magic. This was evident by the combat patterns in the brush and the wounds inflicted on my patrol group. They did manage to kill one of them, an elf girl. Her companions left her body to rot along with the patrol. I checked her belongings for some clues as to why they may have done this, I found this cloak, some basic supplies and a bounty letter calling for goblin ears. ]
[ I followed their tracks, headed directly to the village. One of the patrols must have given the location away. I wasn't too concerned at the time; it was only a small group of attackers and our village was 100 strong. What I didn't know at the time, was those magic blasts where just the warm up. By the time I reached the village the last of the non-combatants had been rounded up to the heart of town and the defenses were sundered, bodies of the fighters littered about the village adding a solemn tone to the ash that fell from the burning buildings. I watched as a human spell caster chanted away and the whole of the village marching into our chief's home. Then, the doors and windows bound, they burned that building too. Slowly the mages magic faded and those inside realized what was happening to them, too late to change it, but not too late to cry out. It took nearly an hour before all the screams stopped. ]
[ The next day, I watched them, Human Spell-caster and two warriors, and Elf and another Human, my patrol must have killed their ranger as they argued for some time over which way to get back to civilization *Wicked Scars Scoffs* before they left, after the group had finished ransacking what few building weren't destroyed. I walked the village shortly after. Not looking for anything, I think just remembering. I said everyone name as I walked past their bodies, I didn't even realize I knew everyone's names. I gathered them all together in the center of town, since I couldn't identify the remains in the chief's hut, I figured I would bring their families to them. I was dead too; I didn't know what to do. I wept, for a very long time, until something called to me. This necklace, the one I wear, was worn by the chief. She was the one that convinced us we could be more and we started this clan to do just that. WE weren't monsters. The humans and the Elves, they didn't care, we were worth 2 silver a pair, or 5 copper for 1 ear. I broke, as I took the necklace in my hand. If they wanted to see monsters, I was going to show them a monster.]
[ I watched them for days as they stumbled around in the woods. I listened to them argue, I redirected their paths. Then I started keeping them up at night by making animal noises and luring aggressive creatures to their camp. It didn't take long for them to break. The 7th night, I took my first, a week in my forest, lost, confused and exhausted the Spell-Caster fell asleep during his watch. So, I crushed his skull with the largest stone I could find, I then set his grimoire on fire as it sat on his chest. The others were alerted and awoke to the smell of burning flesh, but I was already gone, thanks to this elf's cloak. The next night I took the elf as he leaned against a tree in meditation. I pinned his head to that tree. The warrior, I left him the longest, leading him back to my village. There was nothing left in him but fear, he couldn't see anything but the monsters hiding behind the midnight noises and the whisperings, but, he knew looking out at the pill of families he created, that his time had come to own what he did, and he begged, every god. That day... those gods were with me. ]
[Thing about revenge though, is that it doesn't satisfy hate it stays with you forever. The evil that is done cannot be undone with more evil, and it cannot be simply forgiven by good. I learned, since then, a lot about human and elf cultures, about who they are. I learned that my hatred is justified, but my actions are not.
Creatures do what they must to survive, People choose to harm.
Monsters do what they are created to do, People choose their path.
Beasts act on instinct, People can choose words.
I saw the monster I can be; I saw the monster they can be; the only difference is I bothered to learn the names of the ones I killed, giving them the luxury of remembrance.
I am all that is left of my clan, 1 goblin speaking for a 1 hundred, we asked for the same life you have, and became target practice for it. ]
*Wicked Scars gets up and wonders off, muttering to himself and avoiding contact of any kind:
ig
cherk
hoct
zyz
tec
rytis
odfuc
ialveark
erurd
giogilk
pofz
cenx
kialxi
lushai
meesx
bhuigurx
bubolm
kloniasz
cluifsahx
ravoft.........
Class: Ranger (Monster Slayer) [5]
Backstory:
Staring into the glowing embers of the fire Wicked Scars would recall his past.
[ Before I begin I want to establish that I'm not saying goblins are wonderful. Many of my kind are barely more than beasts in the wild, like packs of trained war dogs gone mad with disease. What many don't know, is that it's not all of us that are that way. Some of us, like the people of my village had become more. Did you know that goblins are highly adaptive? If our clan bares children in the mountains we will become strong like the dwarves, if we bare children near the sea we will become like frogs, or even if we grow near other civilized species we will become more than beasts. My clan, that of the Maach Rher were the latter, more than beasts.]
[ Curiosity is probably the only thing that saved me that day. I was following a set of unusual tracks and I broke away from my patrol group. There was 6 of us. After close to two fingers of sun I caught up with my group. The ground around them had signs of heavy combat. Three or four attackers armed mostly with melee weapons and some magic. This was evident by the combat patterns in the brush and the wounds inflicted on my patrol group. They did manage to kill one of them, an elf girl. Her companions left her body to rot along with the patrol. I checked her belongings for some clues as to why they may have done this, I found this cloak, some basic supplies and a bounty letter calling for goblin ears. ]
[ I followed their tracks, headed directly to the village. One of the patrols must have given the location away. I wasn't too concerned at the time; it was only a small group of attackers and our village was 100 strong. What I didn't know at the time, was those magic blasts where just the warm up. By the time I reached the village the last of the non-combatants had been rounded up to the heart of town and the defenses were sundered, bodies of the fighters littered about the village adding a solemn tone to the ash that fell from the burning buildings. I watched as a human spell caster chanted away and the whole of the village marching into our chief's home. Then, the doors and windows bound, they burned that building too. Slowly the mages magic faded and those inside realized what was happening to them, too late to change it, but not too late to cry out. It took nearly an hour before all the screams stopped. ]
[ The next day, I watched them, Human Spell-caster and two warriors, and Elf and another Human, my patrol must have killed their ranger as they argued for some time over which way to get back to civilization *Wicked Scars Scoffs* before they left, after the group had finished ransacking what few building weren't destroyed. I walked the village shortly after. Not looking for anything, I think just remembering. I said everyone name as I walked past their bodies, I didn't even realize I knew everyone's names. I gathered them all together in the center of town, since I couldn't identify the remains in the chief's hut, I figured I would bring their families to them. I was dead too; I didn't know what to do. I wept, for a very long time, until something called to me. This necklace, the one I wear, was worn by the chief. She was the one that convinced us we could be more and we started this clan to do just that. WE weren't monsters. The humans and the Elves, they didn't care, we were worth 2 silver a pair, or 5 copper for 1 ear. I broke, as I took the necklace in my hand. If they wanted to see monsters, I was going to show them a monster.]
[ I watched them for days as they stumbled around in the woods. I listened to them argue, I redirected their paths. Then I started keeping them up at night by making animal noises and luring aggressive creatures to their camp. It didn't take long for them to break. The 7th night, I took my first, a week in my forest, lost, confused and exhausted the Spell-Caster fell asleep during his watch. So, I crushed his skull with the largest stone I could find, I then set his grimoire on fire as it sat on his chest. The others were alerted and awoke to the smell of burning flesh, but I was already gone, thanks to this elf's cloak. The next night I took the elf as he leaned against a tree in meditation. I pinned his head to that tree. The warrior, I left him the longest, leading him back to my village. There was nothing left in him but fear, he couldn't see anything but the monsters hiding behind the midnight noises and the whisperings, but, he knew looking out at the pill of families he created, that his time had come to own what he did, and he begged, every god. That day... those gods were with me. ]
[Thing about revenge though, is that it doesn't satisfy hate it stays with you forever. The evil that is done cannot be undone with more evil, and it cannot be simply forgiven by good. I learned, since then, a lot about human and elf cultures, about who they are. I learned that my hatred is justified, but my actions are not.
Creatures do what they must to survive, People choose to harm.
Monsters do what they are created to do, People choose their path.
Beasts act on instinct, People can choose words.
I saw the monster I can be; I saw the monster they can be; the only difference is I bothered to learn the names of the ones I killed, giving them the luxury of remembrance.
I am all that is left of my clan, 1 goblin speaking for a 1 hundred, we asked for the same life you have, and became target practice for it. ]
*Wicked Scars gets up and wonders off, muttering to himself and avoiding contact of any kind:
ig
cherk
hoct
zyz
tec
rytis
odfuc
ialveark
erurd
giogilk
pofz
cenx
kialxi
lushai
meesx
bhuigurx
bubolm
kloniasz
cluifsahx
ravoft.........
