[color=gold][h1][center]Drizzak[/center][/h1][/color][hr][center][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X-UFpPHLKco[/youtube][/center][hr]The chill of the early morning did not seem to affect the short figure emerging from the treeline as it entered the village. The activity beginning to arise within the settlement seemed to pause slightly as the figure passed by, garbed in hide and what appeared to be the skin of a bear, complete with paws for a mantle and head for a hood. The figure beneath that hood was shadowed, face unable to be seen save for one stand-out feature. The figure was smiling. It was smiling wide. Wider and wider as it pulled the crumpled bit of parchment from beneath its cloak and brought it up to its face. The notice from the Convent of the Sisters of Light. It took only a moment for the hood to fall and reveal the long ears, jagged fangs and luminous eyes of a rather strange goblin. He seemed to dance from foot to foot as he looked around. Drizzak was out, back in the world. He was roaming the wilds once more. It was time for adventure, for glory, for combat and for him to make his mark on the world. And what a mark he would make. Crumpling the paper, he turned in circles to look over the village. Eyes of scared and confused villagers fell on him as he began to cackle. To shriek laughter as he looked around for his first destination. The Apothecary. The house of healing and spell drinks. He felt an odd yearning as he whiffed the chemical smalls on the wind. Like a rabbit, he hopped and bounded over to the door and pushed it open with a great huff. The light of the sun behind him made him seem like a figure worth revering. Almost as if he were preordained to be something fantastic. The goblin stood in the light, giggling madly as he checked the whip at his hip, and the sword at his other. It was time to ride again. The carnage would begin soon, as would his story. He only needed to find this 'Sister Agnes', and with a shrill bark, he spoke. [color=gold]"WHERE IS SISTER-LADY EGGNESS?!"[/color]