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Meredith

@Ebil Bunny


Meredith shuffled in her sleep as she leant against the wall of her room. Eventually, she had ceded the bed to her guest, despite the awkwardness of the situation, so Cyan was probably snug amidst the frilly bed covers, pillows and occasional plush toy (that she had never gotten rid of). The room was fairly typical, despite how atypical Meredith was sometimes. She even had a locked pink diary. With an actual demonic circle rune, curiously enough.

How long had been the last time she had slept without a bed? It brough her memories, of how simple and animalistic her early life had been. And how her mother had been quite different. She still remembered a little trick, which she executed once she began to remove her clothes, much to Cyan's fluster and awkwardness. She lifted the back of her cat pyjamas, and allowed her demonic wings to spread over, wrapping around her reclining form much like a dark coat. Wings were of course, a way to keep herself warm and cozy without blankets, after all. Still, despite the precarious situation she was having a rather happy sleep, mumbling and salivating.

"I'm gonna hunt you, mr Hamsalot...heheheh"

And then, out of nowhere she was pulled back into reality, a rather peculiar ringtone coming from her cellphone. Groaning, she stretched her wings, causing a couple of posters of children cartoon's movies to fall off rather abruptly, as she operated the device, half asleep.

"Mmyes, Wolfie. Yeah, huhhu, Internal bleeding. Okay bye." She added, still stunned by the sudden awakening. It took her a good ten seconds for her mind to click and rise in an explosion of urgency and panic. "INTERNAL BLEEDING?! Oh Satan take me...!" She said in a comically high pitched voiced as she started to rampage through her room, chucking her pyjamas and forgetting that Cyan even existed. She began to yank things out of the wardrobe, searching for the one thing that could possibly help.

An enchanted demonic cloth. Well, her mother claimed that it enhanced demonic power... as well as being quite stylish. Well, if by stylish she meant several strings and the barest pieces of cloth holding something that was considered the gaudy cross of a bikini and a miniskirt, complete with being black and made of leather. Meredith gulped. Public decency be damned, Wolf needed her help!

It was then when things could not get worse, as the room was suddenly illuminated by someone who turned the switch on. Meredith shot an alarmed glare at the demonic figure by the door. She actually had to lower her gaze to actually stare at the demonic being's face. Or actually half-demon. Anna. Her own 10-year old sister. And on her shadow, another like her, but male. Zack.

"WILL YOU PIPE DOWN, MAMMOTH? We were trying to...oh I see, you're trying to have a proper meal like mother. Well too bad, you should share with your siblings! Imma tell mom!" She said in a voice that was impossibly arrogant for someone who had not even hit puberty.

"I don't care! Wolf is hurt.!" She said, as she slid into the impossibly revealing, but still fitting clothes. They well, were a bit riding up her backside, though.

"Wolf is...what?"The younger sibling added. "You dumbo, you should've told me. I haven't stolen him from you or that mortal wench yet! This would ruin my plans!" She pouted. "But fine! I will go with you! Zack, you keep order here!" She added as she began to flap her wings energetically. Meredith looked at her younger sister for a moment, before deciding that any help was welcome. She then opened her window, and both siblings flew away really fast.

Leaving the youngest of the demon brood literally looking at Cyan, with surprised eyes. "Hi, my name is Zack. Do you like swords?" He said, before comically tilting to one side. "Fluffy bed." He muttered, before falling asleep once more.





The two demonic figures powered throught the nightime sky, one more portly and on the lead, the other more nimble and content with following the first one's trail. They could feel it. He was near. The descent was quick and equally swift, the large demonic being landing in front of Wolf, in the kind of clothing only a denizen of hell could have worn. By her side, a much smaller demonic figure, her haughty gazy scanning the panorama. An ominous scene, until the larger of the two figures spoke.

"Wolfie!" Meredith cried, as she began her preparations in haste, by manipulating a bloody cut in her hand and creating a healing rune in mid-air, demonic energies crackling as her spell took form in a rush. Meanwhile, the younger demon set her sights onto Vera Goh and some other guy. Wait. No a girl. Confusing.

"Ohohoho, Vera Goh, you are most haggard tonight!" Anna laughed in a barely credible faked laughter, as she hovered around the couple like a fly goes for the rotten fruit. "But fear not, I can give what you most desire. For a sacrifice." The cheeky half-demon added. "Sacrifices of cookies and candy preferred. Parfaits and male studs are acceptable aswell." She grinned as she began to circle an imaginary rune with her finger.

Celestine Lightbringer


@Dezuel

Celestine didn't show signs of ever stopping or pondering, as he drove the car with expertise despite the lack of a windshield. His hands were stiff on the steering wheel and he was not even giving a glimpse to the doll that was riding beside him. "I'd rather kill myself if I had to spend all my time around that individual. But I suppose you've never known any better, have you." He began to speak. "Still if I were you, what I would do... would be to wait for the perfect chance to strike back, no matter how slim and minuscule the possibility. And curse my own existence and the gods while doing so." The Fallen One rambled on.

"I bet he never informed the position he is truly in, did he?" He sighed at long last. "No, that was much to ask. He is part of a team, but he isn't the lead of the team by any means. Even if he himself thinks he is." He elaborated, as he descended his speed to a more gently ride. "He tried to drag my friend into his ploy, I was dragged in to preserve his useful assets as well."

He drove away, and stopped in a certain side street, confident he had put enough distance between him and his would be pursuers. His battered frame shifted, and leaned into the doll, staring deeply into her eyes, as he came to a distance most would find uncomfortable. He took his own mask off, revealing the face underneath, and the effeminate yet beautiful features. "Your eyes betray you. Those eyes who curse at your own existence and your own fate. Yet you trudge on, loyal and stalwart. Such dedication needs to be rewarded, and not put at the whims of a maniac that thinks that knowing a little demonic magic makes him a God. If I had such a servant by my side, things could've gone different."

He withdrew to his own seat. "Alas, I cannot give you human flesh, like some others could've boasted. But I can make you human in the most fundamental sense." He paused. "I will give you choices." He added as he began to scribble something in a slip of paper, handing it to Celine.

"One of my numbers, for you and you only." He added. "If you ever feel like your master is about to snuff out your life, and you want to cry vengeance and swift justice... you will do well in phoning that number." He finished, as he grasped his mask once more, and in a mighty blow, sent it flying across the street, hitting a crow in mid-air.

"The hammer will fall, and his life will be snuff out very much like yours." He finished as he started the car once more, driving towards where they had left Vittorio last. So much for salvaging your assets, M. I hope Clara has a good set of tea and pastries, I am going to demand a tea party after all what is said and done.
Oi @Pirouette were you going to tell me sometime about this? XD Can I join?
Cyan & Meredith

@Ebil Bunny

Meredith blinked for a moment, struggling to concentrate. What was she doing again? Oh yes, errands for groceries. For her own mother. Her eyelids felt like lead right now, as she counted for the ninth time she had all the items she had been requested to fetch. Slowly, like one trudges through mud, her mind seemed to make the right connections and nodded sagely to Cyan as he stood up, trying to explain the situation.

"You can't find batteries for cellphones in this kind of store..." She mumbled to herself, before getting distracted by the actual fluffyness of the tail. Oh and the other tail outside the door. Wait, that was a dog, a cute dog. Maybe she should buy a couple of dog snacks for the other companion? Was it Ceylon's dog by any chance? Oh right, he had asked a question. Which remembered her ... well, situation. Her gaze cast at her feet she began to construct a response.

"Well, mom said that since It was for a ritual or something. Oh and that she wanted to send Anna too, but she isn't strong enough to bring all the stuff back home flying." She blurted out. There went one of her many little secrets, but she was too tired to try and cover up her little slip. Besides the boy had a fox tail. He probably wouldn't freak out.

"For a ritual? What kind of power uses chocolate and stuff for rituals?" The boy asked, noticing what it was she was carrying. 'And more curiously, why would it need to be done in the middle of the night?'
The dog, in the meantime, also noticed what it was the female inside was carrying, and became even more interested in trying to find a way in. Putting its paws up against the window, its claws began to make screetching sounds against the glass. Cyan jumped at the sound and whipped his head around to focus on the furry creature, nervous at what maniacal plan it might have.

The store clerk, too, was watching the large dog. If it caused any problems, he could very well be the one getting in trouble. But then again, the last thing he wanted was to wrestle what was basically a grizzly bear. Oh well, if it started to become an issue, he would get a broom and try to chase it away. Hopefully these customers would get what they wanted and leave, though, and take the dog with them.

Meredith shrugged heavily. "Beats me, she did not explain to me, and she was doing this weird hip sway and giggle as she went back into the bedroom for some reason." Her eyes darted to the dog, then to Ceylon. Oh right, he must have been walking the dog and given the size of the beastie, he was all exhausted and probably hungry. Well she was hungry too, so she slid a couple of drinks in her basket and ordered a couple of hot pockets to well, eat. She offered one of the drinks to the young boy as she smiled somewhat.

"Why that's a cutie doggie you have there..." She said as she fearlessly trounced towards the door, probably against any kind of common sense. The door opened ominously, as she extended her hand to pet the animal.

"Wait! That dog's dange-" Cyan exclaimed as Meredith moved past him to the door, but it was too late. The door had opened, and now all hell would break loose.

The dog went absolutely nuts when it caught a whiff of Meredith's hand scent, as it started to bark audibly and growl, seemingly bent on pouncing on the new target, but for all of its aggressivity its back was curled and his legs were flexed low. Its ears were also bent backwards. It seemed to be scared witless of something, but no other indication of what. Meredith seemed to obviously ignore the danger signals and kept pushing her hand towards it. She never reached the creature, because it darted at a speed that seemed impossible for a dog its size, visiblely whimpering as it did so.

"Why...don't the doggies and the kitties ever like me..." She added, dejected and pouting, while seeing the large dog running away like a mouse in the distance. Only the microwave ping that announced that her snack was ready shook her out of her stupor.

Cyan's jaw dropped as the creature that had been chasing him took off running and whimpering into the night.
"What on earth did you do?" he finally asked after a brief silence, but still stared through the window in the direction the dog had disappeared.

Meanwhile, the clerk was very relieved the dog was finally gone. If it had broken something... Hoo boy. Relaxing his shoulders in relief, he pulled the warmed hot-pockets out of the microwave and handed them out to the girl who both purchased them and had rid the store premises of the hooligan.
"Here you go," he said in almost a cheerful tone.

Meredith what she usually did, and handed one hot pocket to her companion in misadventures, alongside a chilled drink. "here. Sorry about your doggy. But you must be hungry and thirsty. It's also getting late. I'll take you to my home, the dorms are sooo far away." She said as she munched on the hot pocket, before letting a small whimper. "Itth hurths! Sho hoot! But shho good." She said, while cooling her small accident with her own drink. Her gaze towards Cyan was not unlike she had found a lost puppy, only momentarily breaking it to pay for her items with an overly large bill.

"Oh, no, that wasn't my dog. He was just chasing me for, well... Not exactly no reason," he responded. "Thanks for chasing it off, that's a pretty handy ability."
The boy's eyes lit up at the offer of food and drink, he hadn't realized how hungry he'd gotten. He hadn't even had supper yet, so he was pretty famished. He took a bite of the hot-pocket, then swallowed before asking, "How far are the dorms? If they're not too far away, I don't mind walking back to them if you can give me directions."

"Being hated by animals is not an ability." She pouted so slightly, as she consumed the food at an alarming speed. "Dorms are not that far, but it's not well lit and you might be attacked by whatever is outside there. Specially without a doggy. My house is safer, father killed a lot of demons!" She cheered as she adjusted the bags of her purchase. Besides I could use someone normal in that house for a change. She paused to herself. "I mean i could take you to the dorms too, but then the errand...hummm...." She said as she eyed the boy. Wasn't Ceylon one of the poorest kids at the academy? He could use some more food, he was scrawny.

"I thought... okay. Would your family be okay with me sleeping there for the night?" he asked, pretty resigned at this point. This has been one of the more chaotic twenty-four hours he'd experience, and he was getting exhausted despite the sleep he had earlier. Cyan thought the area around St. Laurel's would be pretty attacker-free, but he was still relatively new to the area, and even if he got to the dorms there'd be a chance he'd still have to deal with whatever pins, syrup, or whatever had been stuffed in his mattress this time.

"Nonsense, mother complains I don't bring enough boys to the house. That will shut her up for a while!" Meredith grinned somewhat as she drew closer to Cyan, indicating him to go with her outside the store. She knew what was coming after. Well, she still doubted if she could trust her classmate with her little secret. St Laurel's students...would not be kind to her if this was widespread. In a deft move, her arms latched onto the scrawny boy, pressing him against his body.

"Okay, now hold on to me. I've never flown with this much weight but it should be fine. I think." She said. But the Meredith who had exited the store and the Meredith who was clutching Cyan close to her were ...different. For once, a barbed tail was wiggling almost uncontrollably from under her clothes, and her nails were now black pointed claws. Two horns crowned her head, but that was nowhere as striking as the huge, leathery bat-wings that had sprouted on her back.

"Eep!"
Cyan was not expecting to be hugged or the sudden transformation the other student went through.
"F-fly? Are you sure walking wouldn't work?" he barely got out. Meredith was surprisingly strong, and she was making it, a little, difficult, to breath. He was beginning to consider that he might be getting himself in a little over his head. It was probably too late for that now, though.

"This is faster." Meredith added, and her wings began to flap in mighty motions, the sudden acceleration of taking off rippling through her entire body. Soon, the sensation of ground beneath the feet was a memory for the pair, as Meredith powered through the sky with all of her might. It was a short, but exhausting ride. She nearly made both them fall a couple of times, and almost failed the landing, but she made into the entrance of her own house, a rather impressive manor. There, bathed by the light of inside, was a woman who could've fit in any saucy male magazine, dressed in vaporous night clothes that left little to imagination.

"You're late, my daughter. Have you brought the offerings? Hm?" She asked, as her gaze pierced on the other person who had arrived. "A young male sacrifice? Are you trying to appease me with that?" She asked, a grin spreading in her face, as she saw her daughter's cheeks becoming beet reed. "Just kidding. I suppose we have a guest, aye?" She added, as she greedily zipped towards her daughter and quickly relieved her of her bags.

"Be welcome to the Blackgate abode, young man. Fox. Man-fox thing. Whatever." She added, deciding it wasn't the effort to think any harder. Her hips swaying with pride, she entered the house, leaving the door open, and disappeared somewhere, her backside slamming a door close as she went by with her prize.

Meredith, who had somewhat recovered from the jest, just muttered under her breath. "I once tried to do that but my underwear got caught up in the door." She pouted.

Poor Cyan was in no way prepared for a flight, and the sensation of falling every so often most certainly didn't help. As soon as they landed, he collapsed into a sitting position, propping his body up with his arms behind him.
"Please, let's never do that again," he half mumbled, half begged. However, even recovering from what was less flying and more zig-zagging through the air didn't distract him enough from Meredith's home situation. The boy wasn't really sure what to expect from a mother who sent their daughter in the middle of the night for chocolate and whipped cream for a "ritual", but this woman somehow both competely surprised him and perfectly fit whatever it was he could have imagined.

As strange an individual Meredith was, Cyan couldn't help but be relieved when it was just the two of them. At least she was relatively normal. He could see a similarity between her and her mother though.
"She seems... nice. Very funloving." he said. Best be polite when in another's household. The compliments were rather forced, however.

Not really sure what else to do, the boy continued sitting in his spot in the grass and awkwardly looked around the yard and at the exterior of the house, avoiding eye-contact with Meredith. It was quite dark, the sparse cloud-cover from when he woke up had become more dense, so the stars were no longer visible and the half-moon barely so. However, the electric lamp over the door of the house lit the area well enough, and there was light coming from a couple windows as well. Just going off from the lovely two-story house and well-trimmed lawn, one wouldn't expect the residents to be so... bizarre.

"You've got a nice house." he finally said in another stiff attempt at etiquette. At this point he was definitely regretting coming here.

"Mother is a demon." Meredith said, probably with the only hint of poison in her voice that she had shown in the entire conversation. And just like that, she was back into her older self. Without the extra monstruous bits. "Well, father is well off after being a hero sort of thing." She paused as she grabbed Cyan by the hand. "Oh come on, don't stay in there, my bed is big enough for two." She cheered as she invited Cyan to come with her upstairs.

'Guess I'm not the only with parent issues,' Cyan thought, not realizing the girl was being literal. However, at the mention of them both sleeping in the same bed, he stopped on the stairs and pulled his hand back.
"Oh, um, that's okay. I can sleep on the floor if you have any extra blankets or something."

"Uh, that won't do." Meredith said. "Mother will scold me if she found that I let you sleep in the floor." She added as she brought Cyan forth once again. "Besides, it's not like anything will happen if we sleep in the same bed, silly." She added, sure of herself."Haven't you heard about the birds and the bees talk?" She said, steeling her resolve.

"Why can't we just say I slept in the bed. I... like my personal space." Cyan said, getting quieter. Then in a louder voice in an attempt at humor, said, "Besides, it's not like I've never slept on the floor before or anything. Me and the floor go way back. We're good friends."

Meredith shook her head. "No one should be sleeping in a cold floor. You'll get the bed. I will get the floor because I was the one who dragged you to this situation." She finally conceded. Well, jeez. Couldn't things be easier for once. They always kept refusing the bed if she didn't do this to her visitors.
Celestine Lightbringer


@Letter Bee @Crowvette @Dezuel @KillamriX88 @Bartimaeus

Celestine's furious stomping came to a momentarily halt as he heard the word of one of his opponents, William, declaring the intention to take him down by empowering every other fighter in the battlefield. He shot him a withering look from the confines of his cracked mask, as he resumed his power walk towards the car. If you're half a man finish it yourself. Fists and teeth were clenched. He couldn't let them noticed how costly his earlier display of power had been. Pins and needles jolted his limbs, there was this burning sensation from the wound spikes, as well as nausea and dizzyness assaulted him, the rebound of the adrenaline release bringing him to near unconsciousness.

He noticed his arm being grabbed. Vernon. Uttering some kind of threat to lick his wounded pride. "Believe me, you're hardly the only one whose hand was forced today. Foolish brat left me little choice." He added, as he eyed the doll who had just returned. Could anyone be more daft? But something was wrong. If the doll had returned with little regard to her own integrity, Galbrek was surely involved.

Oh well, he didn't care anymore, as he cast a last glance at the diverse set of fighters. Vernon was taking care of the last nuisance, and the foxgirl seemed confused. The doll had -finally- listened, and hopped into the car. It would do for now, he thought as he picked one of his sedatives from his waistbag and injected it into himself. If it had gone for more time, serious harm could've been made.

He started the engine, as he eyed the doll. "I said that ages ago. This is your and your master's folly." He added, as he eyed Vernon being launched into the car with the relative of the Ascott. He would not even try to help him anymore. THe engine of the battered car came to life, as the Fallen One left the scene without more words or actions.




Meredith Blackgate


@Ebil Bunny

Meredith's life was usually like any other high schooler, except for certain peculiar moments. This was one of them. She browsed the chaotic stands of consumables with care, given that her attention span at this time of the night was not the best. She had the urges to shake her head and simply go back home. Seriously, what kind of mother figure sends her own daughter on an errand in the middle of the night to satisfy her cravings? It was true she could fly, but most High Schoolers who wanted at least a successful future were sleeping by now.

Right. The strawberries were in the basket, the chocolate toppings aswell, now all that it was needed was the whipped cream. Meredith could not even begin to fathom why her own mother would insist in buying kinds of cake frosting at this hour if she had not even baked a cake, but then again, the ways of demons more than often puzzled mortals and half-demons like her. She squeezed sideways towards the counter. This shop was kinda cramped, unfortunately.

It took her a few seconds to process what was going. Outside there was a cute fluffy dog, looking at one of the figures inside. At first she thought it was a half-demon like her. Then she remembered there was a boy with a fox's tail in class, what was his name...

"Hi Ceylon!" She said in a cheery albeit somewhat tired tone. "Are you on a late errand too? My mother wants whipped cream and strawberries but I didn't see her bake a cake at all tonight. It's curious. Oh...are you that tired? You can't sleep in the floor, silly, it's dirty!"

"How many more times I have to tell you..."The cloaked, diminituve humanoid said, rubbing his temple with a somewhat wrinkled and tattoed hand, a bone bracelet hanging from it. "You don't feed that kind of treats to the beasts, lackwit." The height and somewhat gutural pronounciation of such words denounced the beast as one of the most known pests of the kingdoms. A goblin. And one quite rare at it, for he was of advanced age. Normally these creatures did not live that long. The most surprising part was however, that the denizens of Viarosa were giving him and his minions wide berth.

It was because of the motley. Excluding the cloaked elder, every single of the half a dozen of goblins that surrounded him was dressed in a garish attire, announcing their stated profession to the world. Circus performers. Two of the male ones were juggling small balls, swapping them as they balanced themselves on two large balls, showing near perfect coordination, despite the rough monstrous features of the couple. A third one, female, with somewhat more softer features and closer to what humans deemed as acceptably presentably was announcing the name of the Mist Goblin circus with surprising diction, not skipping a beat to squeeze the most of her tiny lungs to announce the different numbers. A fourth one, female was sitting on a crude stand, made out of a box, and posing with a head-dress dedicated her time to perform card tricks or Crystal ball readings for free as a way to advertise.

They had been moderatedly successful despite the crowds of the street and the location, a little way off the main streets of Viarosa, having atracted several kids and even the surprised adult. And luckily, none from the guard nor any zealot had driven them out.

But the fifth male goblin was bowing before the leader. "Me sorry! Me sorry!". The flustered goblin added, exchanging looks with one of the beasts of the circus. It would have been an splendid example of male wolf, if the pitiful beast wasn't whining and puking in the dark section of a back alley, too sick to even stand up. The leader shook his head, sighing deeply.

First there were the bad omens. Me and Zema get bad readings with our cards and bones. Then the temple of Hagash crumbles, and that damned spirit of the relic tells me that a God died. And that is supposed to be really bad news. Of course, given how much unrest there is these days, we can barely scrape by. And now this. That fool poisons my prized wolf companion because he didn't pay attention to what kind of seasoned meat he was giving to the animal.

"Well, can't be helped." The Goblin said as he clenched his teeth, revealing his most recognizable feature, a golden tooth. "Kruk, you did this, so you're going to tend to my wolf for the time being." He said, indicating the apologizing goblin to keep cleaning wolf puke from the street. "Zema." He said, catching the attention of the fortuneteller goblin. "You will come with me. We are going to find an emetic for this poor beast."

"Yes Goldtooth", said the female goblin as she packed up her stand, and followed the elder goblin as he squirmed past the people. "We need to find an apothecary, but failing that, any tavern will do. We can fetch ingredients for the emetic from food spices aswell." He added. "Mayhaps we should try the Laughing Fiddler."
Name: Gnurk Goldtooth, Ringmaster of the Mist Goblin Circus
Sex: Male
Race: Goblin
Age: 56
Appearance: A middle-aged green-skinned and red-eyed goblin which usually dresses in worn travel clothes and a cloak. His face also has intricate carvings to symbolize his status as shaman and he possesses a golden tooth.
Religion: Vakarion and Althaea. He does not find this incongruous since Trickery and Drama go by the hand. He also pays homage to other gods.
Backstory: Gnurk was born as the 135th childe of Gnark of the Misty Fen, a nondescript goblin king in some godforsaken swamp in Ainsmenland. He spent his early years by trying to do as best of what he could from the wholly undesirable position of an species being far down in the pecking order in the world. Unusually for a goblin, he was rather more thoughtful than his peers, and more than often that helped him escape from certain death at times. His intelligence did not go unnoticed, as the shaman of his tribe, Zeldre, took him as an apprentice. He would probably not beat one of his siblings at becoming the chieftain, but being the shaman was always a desirable spot in the tribe.

Until the raid happened, and he was taken from his tribe amidst a sea of goblin blood, with few if any survivors being processed as slaves. Gnurk was relatively lucky on the auction. All of them were purchased in bulk for an eccentric wizard in need of expendable manpower. The crazy magician eventually saw through the Goblin and realized that he was quicker on his mind than the others, so he made him play scouting aide in his ventures seeking ancient artifacts. There were many hazards, but he managed to live long enough to outlive his otherwise unpredictable master.

His many years and eccentricies had caught up to the wizard, and the tower was crumbled by a punitive expedition of knights under a certain king's orders. Heavily wounded, and chased like vermin, Gnurk ventured in the dark cellars of the wizard, in desperation to save his life. It was when he found the Vanishing Agora, one of the most enigmatic divine relics in the world. An ancient city inside a crystal globe. Gnurk somehow managed to activate the relic, and escaped death by taking refuge inside.

What he found inside was a large central space, surrounded by temples dedicated to the Pantheon. Each god had one temple, and all of them were equal in size and craft. Solemn for the benevolent deities in one side, and twisted for the Shaituns in the other. And in the centre, the biggest temple, consigned to the god of chance Vakarion. All the buildings seemed that they had seen better days, and statues were crumbled and cracked, and yet, they were even more breathtaking, as if they were meant to be in this state.

And then the guardian spirit of the place presented himself. Calling himself the Night Raven, he once was a mortal, that in his hubris, called himself a trickster superior to the God of Chance, and claimed that not even the gods themselves would be able to rule his Fate. Vakarion's ire bound him to be an eternal guardian of a place that he himself created as a practical joke, the most grandiose and yet at the same time, small city. He also decided to reward the first mortal who ever reached the city inside the globe with the ownership of said city, to rule and see as they were fit.

He also grumbled under his breath "choke on it, filthy goblin". But hard feelings aside, Gnurk had a world-shattering revelation and decided to turn over a new leaf on this second chance at life. Ideally, he wanted to get back his tribe, but he realized that such a kind of lifestyle would only bring fresh trouble.

He decided to create a wandering troupe, instead, taking advantadge of the goblin's low upkeep, and recruited half a dozen haggard survivors to start his own kind of business. One that didn't imply raiding or being pests to other races, but actually by entertaining them and trading with them. Although he was sad that he did not find any other goblin who could understand his foresight, they were tractable enough to actually make competent workers.

The Mist Goblin Circus started small, but thanks to having the Vanishing Agora in their possession, the Circus gained a good reputation, albeit if mysterious and semi-legendary among wanderers and smallfolk. A troupe of goblins that instead of raiding cattle, would offer entertainment for the masses, lodging for the travellers, and aid and trade for adventurers even in the strangest of places. Needless to say, despite not being shining examples of bravery, the Mist Goblin Circus has pledged to help against Htraknu.

Motivation: The Vanishing Agora is a coveted treasure, and sooner or later, it would be targetted by the dragon himself. Besides, if the world status suffers, so will their way of living in a sense.
Magic: Gnurk was trained as a Shaman in the unholy rites of goblins. He can use magic, but it requires blood and sacrifices. Among the things he can do are:
  • Elemental explosive tags (for traps or direct use, fire, ice and lightning)
  • Healing of wounds
  • Wards and curses that either enhace magical defenses or cause unnatural ailments.
  • Becoming a Worg, a black, red-eyed wolf of intimidating size. He can also use a ritual sacrificed wolfskin for that purpose.
  • Becoming a Red-Eyed Raven, by employing feathers from a ritual sacrificed raven or crow.

Skills/Strengths: Gnurk is much more literate and skilled than the average goblin. Having been trained as the son of a chieftain and a shaman, he does have management and leadership skills, as well as some tactics and battle prowess (with ranged weapons). He is also a good healer and animal tamer, and he can make wild beasts obey him at the crack of a whip or otherwise. Gnurk is also fairly cultured and knows about the lore of the world and can even talk several tongues. He even remembers how to do house chores, but he hasn't needed to do it in decades. He is decent at scouting aswell.
Weaknesses: Being a goblin, and a middle aged one at that, does not favours for his physical prowess. He also struggles to face his opponents rather than running, because of the ingrained instinct to flee present in goblins.
Gear:

  • Whip
  • Blood Flasks
  • Sling
  • Sacrificial dagger
  • Transformation items (Pelt, Feathers)
  • A tamed large wolf which he uses to ride on.
  • The Vanishing Agora, a veritable small city with temples, an inn, a blacksmith and some fields with crops. All of it inside a nigh-indestructible crystal sphere. It also houses Gnurk's house. Denizens include:

    • Night Raven: A spirit in the shape of a raven tasked to guard the place. Tends to be rude for his own amusement.
    • Goblins (12): The Mist Circus Troupe. They run around the town. Haven't figured out how to use the forge yet.
    • Tame Wolves: Used for tricks.

Other: Did anybody said MOBILE BASE?
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Name: Gnurk Goldtooth, Ringmaster of the Mist Goblin Circus
Sex: Male
Race: Goblin
Age: 56
Appearance: A middle-aged green-skinned and red-eyed goblin which usually dresses in worn travel clothes and a cloak. His face also has intricate carvings to symbolize his status as shaman and he possesses a golden tooth.
Religion: Vakarion and Althaea. He does not find this incongruous since Trickery and Drama go by the hand. He also pays homage to other gods.
Backstory: Gnurk was born as the 135th childe of Gnark of the Misty Fen, a nondescript goblin king in some godforsaken swamp in Ainsmenland. He spent his early years by trying to do as best of what he could from the wholly undesirable position of an species being far down in the pecking order in the world. Unusually for a goblin, he was rather more thoughtful than his peers, and more than often that helped him escape from certain death at times. His intelligence did not go unnoticed, as the shaman of his tribe, Zeldre, took him as an apprentice. He would probably not beat one of his siblings at becoming the chieftain, but being the shaman was always a desirable spot in the tribe.

Until the raid happened, and he was taken from his tribe amidst a sea of goblin blood, with few if any survivors being processed as slaves. Gnurk was relatively lucky on the auction. All of them were purchased in bulk for an eccentric wizard in need of expendable manpower. The crazy magician eventually saw through the Goblin and realized that he was quicker on his mind than the others, so he made him play scouting aide in his ventures seeking ancient artifacts. There were many hazards, but he managed to live long enough to outlive his otherwise unpredictable master.

His many years and eccentricies had caught up to the wizard, and the tower was crumbled by a punitive expedition of knights under a certain king's orders. Heavily wounded, and chased like vermin, Gnurk ventured in the dark cellars of the wizard, in desperation to save his life. It was when he found the Vanishing Agora, one of the most enigmatic divine relics in the world. An ancient city inside a crystal globe. Gnurk somehow managed to activate the relic, and escaped death by taking refuge inside.

What he found inside was a large central space, surrounded by temples dedicated to the Pantheon. Each god had one temple, and all of them were equal in size and craft. Solemn for the benevolent deities in one side, and twisted for the Shaituns in the other. And in the centre, the biggest temple, consigned to the god of chance Vakarion. All the buildings seemed that they had seen better days, and statues were crumbled and cracked, and yet, they were even more breathtaking, as if they were meant to be in this state.

And then the guardian spirit of the place presented himself. Calling himself the Night Raven, he once was a mortal, that in his hubris, called himself a trickster superior to the God of Chance, and claimed that not even the gods themselves would be able to rule his Fate. Vakarion's ire bound him to be an eternal guardian of a place that he himself created as a practical joke, the most grandiose and yet at the same time, small city. He also decided to reward the first mortal who ever reached the city inside the globe with the ownership of said city, to rule and see as they were fit.

He also grumbled under his breath "choke on it, filthy goblin". But hard feelings aside, Gnurk had a world-shattering revelation and decided to turn over a new leaf on this second chance at life. Ideally, he wanted to get back his tribe, but he realized that such a kind of lifestyle would only bring fresh trouble.

He decided to create a wandering troupe, instead, taking advantadge of the goblin's low upkeep, and recruited half a dozen haggard survivors to start his own kind of business. One that didn't imply raiding or being pests to other races, but actually by entertaining them and trading with them. Although he was sad that he did not find any other goblin who could understand his foresight, they were tractable enough to actually make competent workers.

The Mist Goblin Circus started small, but thanks to having the Vanishing Agora in their possession, the Circus gained a good reputation, albeit if mysterious and semi-legendary among wanderers and smallfolk. A troupe of goblins that instead of raiding cattle, would offer entertainment for the masses, lodging for the travellers, and aid and trade for adventurers even in the strangest of places. Needless to say, despite not being shining examples of bravery, the Mist Goblin Circus has pledged to help against Htraknu.

Motivation: The Vanishing Agora is a coveted treasure, and sooner or later, it would be targetted by the dragon himself. Besides, if the world status suffers, so will their way of living in a sense.
Magic: Gnurk was trained as a Shaman in the unholy rites of goblins. He can use magic, but it requires blood and sacrifices. Among the things he can do are:
  • Elemental explosive tags (for traps or direct use, fire, ice and lightning)
  • Healing of wounds
  • Wards and curses that either enhace magical defenses or cause unnatural ailments.
  • Becoming a Worg, a black, red-eyed wolf of intimidating size. He can also use a ritual sacrificed wolfskin for that purpose.
  • Becoming a Red-Eyed Raven, by employing feathers from a ritual sacrificed raven or crow.

Skills/Strengths: Gnurk is much more literate and skilled than the average goblin. Having been trained as the son of a chieftain and a shaman, he does have management and leadership skills, as well as some tactics and battle prowess (with ranged weapons). He is also a good healer and animal tamer, and he can make wild beasts obey him at the crack of a whip or otherwise. Gnurk is also fairly cultured and knows about the lore of the world and can even talk several tongues. He even remembers how to do house chores, but he hasn't needed to do it in decades. He is decent at scouting aswell.
Weaknesses: Being a goblin, and a middle aged one at that, does not favours for his physical prowess. He also struggles to face his opponents rather than running, because of the ingrained instinct to flee present in goblins.
Gear:
  • Whip
  • Blood Flasks
  • Sling
  • Sacrificial dagger
  • Transformation items (Pelt, Feathers)
  • A tamed large wolf which he uses to ride on.
  • The Vanishing Agora, a veritable small city with temples, an inn, a blacksmith and some fields with crops. All of it inside a nigh-indestructible crystal sphere. It also houses Gnurk's house. Denizens include:
    • Night Raven: A spirit in the shape of a raven tasked to guard the place. Tends to be rude for his own amusement.
    • Goblins (12): The Mist Circus Troupe. They run around the town. Haven't figured out how to use the forge yet.
    • Tame Wolves: Used for tricks.

Other: Did anybody said MOBILE BASE?
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