I am a seven-foot tall minecraft-playing hindu guru drag-queen alien.
Possessor of an Ancient Device™ Model 17. No, I don't know what it does. No, you can't play with it.
Pronouns: It. As in: "What is it? What does it want? Why is it here? Oh my god, it's got my... <insert random body part or object here>"
Likes: World Domination, Writing, Rpg, scifi/fantasy, anime, sketchup 3d models, and anime music videos.
Companions: a host of characters from other games, my personal muse Penny (as in Bad), and the Badger gang - Toothpick, Buttons, Shark, and Mongo. They grew up in the balcony of an old theatre that played a lot of gangster movies. Normally benign, but may invade the OOC forums.
Back at his cart, J'eon scratched his chin, taking in the sight of Silbermine's men passing out bread.
"Fool," the Glen blacksmith states, dropping the large sucker limb on the cart and heading towards the group. "Is this how you now try to win hearts?"
Jack Mallory, X.O.
"Edwards, please maintain overwatch, try not to expose your position," Jack asked, well aware of how silly it was to ask a professional like him that. "Let me know if you spot others."
He frowns. It was possible that group was just hunters - but aside from their curiousity, why would they be moving towards them?
There was nothing else for it. Gritting his teeth, he punched up Dr. Ibarra's device.
"Doctor," he said. "We have some Tekeri hunters up the slope, moving towards the ship. Please relay that to Castigator Nellara, so that she's aware."
"Woden, please blink the ship's exterior lights three times, please, wait a minute, and repeat for the next fifteen minutes..?"
Three should signal people to return to the ship - however, they would probably want to stay out there, past their filter time.
Rizx glances down at her fingers, rubbing her right hand on her top. She'd tried to pick the lock for her cuff once, but it bit her. Still she felt an ache in her fingers, like the shadow of an itch.
"Hide us in wagons, we no see way. We no see how far, or see water. We leave, we no know road. Meybe do big circle? Supply wagon waits when we all in mines," Rizx sighs, "No one see it. But big people glah, no hold back."
She raises her head, holding each of there eyes for a long moment.
"When go, cuff guards, cuff chief, no cry help. Take sword, take horse. Find wagon, food, water," Rizx added, then took a nibble of her bread. "Time gift. Cannot spend much."
Rizx smiled, remembering the joey in his painted face to said that. She glanced up, wondering if they understood her? Big people always rushing, barely hearing, barely seeing. Always looking down at her.
But even if they got out of the mines, could they find the wagon? If this was forest, wagon would be easy to find. But all around them was stone, she couldn't be sure of right direction. They would not last long without water or shelter. Or if the guards found them first.
"...I know you would be sorry, if you weren't so very dead," Rizx sang under her breath, "But you never listened to a word I said."
She scooped up a spoonful of broth and a cube that might have been potato, glistening with a thin glaze of meat fat, and shoveled it into her mouth, chewing. It was pretty dismal, even by her tribe's standards. The gatherers would bring in wild onion and herbs - something, she admitted, was very hard to find around here. Even some salt would be an improvement.
Taking her chunk of bread, she dipped it into the soup to soften it, then started chewing on it, her eyes flitting back and forth.
"They all... party?" the goblin asked, hiding her mouth behind the bread. But then where was there to go?
@Expendable my apologies, I've been traveling and forgot to respond! I'll look at this and let you know what I think. Thank you!
Edit: I read your CS. I wasn't going to have racism be a part of the roleplay, but maybe goblins have had less contact with humans and so are considered less "civilized?" What do you think?
That isn't any reason to deny your CS though; it is approves! I'll send you a link to the Discord server.
S'ok, I just returned from my own trip.
Sorry, it's just in most fantasy games, the goblins are one of the monsters. And no, there's not a lot of contact between goblins and the other races. Most of other races are too big, too loud, and never introduce themselves properly.
Appearance: This tiny goblin puts you in mind of a clockwork device. She has narrow brown eyes that are like two acorns. Her silky, straight, black hair is short and ragged, hidden partially under a ragged and faded brown cloth. She is short and has a wasp-waisted build. Her skin is olive drab. There are flogging scars on her back that can ache in cold weather, itch when it's muggy.
Personality: Angry, resentful, but wary, having had her trust betrayed a few times. However, once you’ve won her trust, she’s very true.
It isn't easy being a goblin. You find some isolated place to settle, do a little farming, a little hunting and gathering, make a little goblin ale (glah), some seed cake, and the next thing you know, the big people are storming the village. The survivors move on to some new place to hide, start to fill in their numbers, and the whole thing starts again. They did learn, however, that the big people had a strange fascination for chests and began leaving one in the center of the village. They'd then fill it with bits of armor, weapons, shiny rocks and what coins they manage to scrounge. It worked, more of the villagers escaped the raids as the distracted big people began digging through it.
The big people concerned Rizx. She searched out their huge sprawling villages and would creep around at night, watching and listening, hoping to find out why they would attack them. She learned enough of their language to speak to them, sometimes talking to the little big people, the children, becoming their "imaginary" friend - although she learned to stay away from the long ears, the tricky ones. However, it did little to tell her why the big people would raid their village.
Then, one day a strange town of tents appeared in a field, filled with strangely dressed big people, and even some who were more her size yet not goblins or children. This, she learned, was a circus. She managed to sneak into the tents and watch from under the stands as they did their acts. Rizx overheard some children talking about running away with the circus, and wondered if she could, too. When they left, she followed. It took some time, but the circus people began noticing how little things were being done, like mending the canvas, sorting out the ropes, but never touching their food supplies. It was hard to avoid their sharp eyes, but the long ears told the ring master about Rizx, and eventually she spoke to him, asking to join.
She became another of their acts in the side show, the Tamed Goblin, which made her laugh as it was the big people who needed tamed, she thought. She also worked with the roustabouts, doing minor repairs, helping with the rigging, and various jobs a circus needed her to do. Then, part-way through the season, a lord appeared with his troop of men, and ordered all the circus folk to line up and pass beside his wagon. He wasn’t interested in any of the men, flicking them away irritably, but his attention lingered over the women, even herself. The lord seemed particularly interested in the owner’s young daughter. Rizx noticed the owner’s son, who did this weird act where he and his sister would rapidly change places on the stage, was noticeably absent.
She thought it was all over with after the lord departed, but within the month the lord bought out all the outstanding debts the circus had and demanded payment. Or the owner’s daughter, as an indentured servant. It was a few nights later she saw the owner’s son, running across the fields, away from the circus. An hour later, the troops of the lord came, demanding payment or the owner’s daughter – who was nowhere to be found. They went through all the wagons, then began questioning everyone. When that didn’t work, the lord ordered them all arrested for conspiracy.
Rizx wound up at the prison mine, where the guards and some of the prisoners were abusive. She was denied a bunk, so she found a corner to sleep in and a tattered blanket and began planning her escape.
Class: rogue (theif)
Notable skills or abilities: She can see quite a way into the dark, very handy in the mine. Can climb very well, knows her knots, and how to use a block and tackle. Able to pick locks, improvising her own lockpicks, disarm simple traps – or set them. Rizx is a scrounger, she can palm items and pick pockets. Swims like a fish.
"Can you listen to what's being said down there?" Jack asked Wodan. "I hate being stuck in here waiting for someone to let me know what Silbermine wants."
Appearance: This tiny goblin puts you in mind of a clockwork device. She has narrow brown eyes that are like two acorns. Her silky, straight, black hair is short and ragged, hidden partially under a ragged and faded brown cloth. She is short and has a wasp-waisted build. Her skin is olive drab. There are flogging scars on her back that can ache in cold weather, itch when it's muggy.
Personality: Angry, resentful, but wary, having had her trust betrayed a few times. However, once you’ve won her trust, she’s very true.
It isn't easy being a goblin. You find some isolated place to settle, do a little farming, a little hunting and gathering, make a little goblin ale (glah), some seed cake, and the next thing you know, the big people are storming the village. The survivors move on to some new place to hide, start to fill in their numbers, and the whole thing starts again. They did learn, however, that the big people had a strange fascination for chests and began leaving one in the center of the village. They'd then fill it with bits of armor, weapons, shiny rocks and what coins they manage to scrounge. It worked, more of the villagers escaped the raids as the distracted big people began digging through it.
The big people concerned Rizx. She searched out their huge sprawling villages and would creep around at night, watching and listening, hoping to find out why they would attack them. She learned enough of their language to speak to them, sometimes talking to the little big people, the children, becoming their "imaginary" friend - although she learned to stay away from the long ears, the tricky ones. However, it did little to tell her why the big people would raid their village.
Then, one day a strange town of tents appeared in a field, filled with strangely dressed big people, and even some who were more her size yet not goblins or children. This, she learned, was a circus. She managed to sneak into the tents and watch from under the stands as they did their acts. Rizx overheard some children talking about running away with the circus, and wondered if she could, too. When they left, she followed. It took some time, but the circus people began noticing how little things were being done, like mending the canvas, sorting out the ropes, but never touching their food supplies. It was hard to avoid their sharp eyes, but the long ears told the ring master about Rizx, and eventually she spoke to him, asking to join.
She became another of their acts in the side show, the Tamed Goblin, which made her laugh as it was the big people who needed tamed, she thought. She also worked with the roustabouts, doing minor repairs, helping with the rigging, and various jobs a circus needed her to do. Then, part-way through the season, a lord appeared with his troop of men, and ordered all the circus folk to line up and pass beside his wagon. He wasn’t interested in any of the men, flicking them away irritably, but his attention lingered over the women, even herself. The lord seemed particularly interested in the owner’s young daughter. Rizx noticed the owner’s son, who did this weird act where he and his sister would rapidly change places on the stage, was noticeably absent.
She thought it was all over with after the lord departed, but within the month the lord bought out all the outstanding debts the circus had and demanded payment. Or the owner’s daughter, as an indentured servant. It was a few nights later she saw the owner’s son, running across the fields, away from the circus. An hour later, the troops of the lord came, demanding payment or the owner’s daughter – who was nowhere to be found. They went through all the wagons, then began questioning everyone. When that didn’t work, the lord ordered them all arrested for conspiracy.
Rizx wound up at the prison mine, where the guards and some of the prisoners were abusive. She was denied a bunk, so she found a corner to sleep in and a tattered blanket and began planning her escape.
Class: rogue (theif)
Notable skills or abilities: She can see quite a way into the dark, very handy in the mine. Can climb very well, knows her knots, and how to use a block and tackle. Able to pick locks, improvising her own lockpicks, disarm simple traps – or set them. Rizx is a scrounger, she can palm items and pick pockets. Swims like a fish.
I'm kinda confused, though I admit that could be from all the CSes I've been reading. Why is her magic sealed and how did a random mage make a dark elf baby from two humans? That could be an iffy thing due to some of stuff for the royals I have planned.
The dark elf enchantress cast the spell on the prince to make him think she was his bride. The enchantress is the one who gave birth to Cailin.
Her magic is sealed because she's a dark elf who's been raised by a wizard, and they don't want to take any chances (nor did he). Perhaps they think she's an assassin? Or possibly another dark elf prisoner managed to remove their seal and left behind a trail of corpses? There's always the possibility it's there to prevent her being removed from her intended prison by magic? Not a lot of trust in the kingdoms for Dark Elves.
I don't want to mess up your royals, so what if she's from a nearby kingdom (not necessarily next door) and the guards (perhaps bribed by a court official) brought her to this kingom's prison mine to make some extra money? Your kingdom has a port, yes?
Or if you like, I can swap her out for a goblin rogue, formerly a member of a circus that was forced to close when a lord bought up all the debts and foreclosed on them. He was after the ringmaster's young daughter, but she managed to escape. The lord accused the circus people as trying to conspire against him, and they all got locked up, and the goblin got sent to the mines?
And no, he would not have sent the ringmaster's young daughter to the mines.
A half-human dark elf, skin the color of bluish-gray ash, eyes bright as blood, hair like a moonbeam. Of course, she doesn't quite look as nice now as when she was captured. Her head is locked inside an iron helmet, all one can see is her red eyes and chapped lips. She's thinner now, wiry from the work in the mine, her nails torn and jagged, her hands rough from the mining labor.
One might mistake her for a child, as she's shorter than the others.
Personality: She's wary, preferring a corner at her back, sleeps in a corner, keeps to herself mostly, speaking as little as possible (her words echo in the helmet), slow to trust. Sounds tired (the seal of the Dead God does that to the magic-inclined), prone to sarcasm (and the occasional scream-fest, which most can barely hear but echoes for a while in her helmet.)
The mage Zamyer, bearing some sort of grudge against the kingdom's rulers (taxes, code enforcement, labor relations), decided to take over the kingdom by producing his own crown prince. So on the prince's wedding night, he was bespelled by a dark elf enchantress, who delivered seven months later a crying half-human baby to the wizard.
"This.. is a girl," Zamyer scowled. "Ah, I wasn't sure you knew the difference." "But I wanted a boy!" "The magic ensured a shorter pregnancy, not the sex of the child." "But what am I to do with... this?" he demanded angrily, poking at Cailin. "Not my problem. Pay me or regret it."
The girl was fobbed off on Mrs. Green, the housekeeper, who named her Cailin. She was raised in the tower, seeing people only at a distance when the sun went down. Eventually the wizard had his Man at Arms / army scout Briggs teach Cailin how to be a thief, in case she proved useless in his takeover bid.
His man, however, drank far too much one night in the town's tavern and told the towns people everything. Word soon reached the king, who dispatched riders to capture Zamyer and the half-princess. When the king and queen saw her, they realized Cailin had the family resemblance. They chopped off Zamyer's head for his part in the plot, but could not bring themselves to kill her. Instead, they locked her in an iron helmet to hide her face. To ensure she could not use magic, they impressed the seal of the Dead God into the helmet.
They then sent her to prison - but instead of a tower off the coast, the guards delivered Cailin to the mine instead - getting free beer and a bribe.
She's been a prisoner here for three or four years now. Or was it five?
Class: Rogue (thief)
Notable skills or abilities: She can see in the dark, climb, swim (better without her helmet), pick locks, disable traps, fight with a short sword and dagger, throw a knife, shoot a bow, use a sling, and hide herself.
Anything else: Light-blindness. Guards cover her helmet on bright days to get her to the mine. She's can't hear too well in the helmet. Seal of the Dead God saps at the wearer's magic. Dark elves are not the most trusted of people. They're only up at night.
I am a seven-foot tall minecraft-playing hindu guru drag-queen alien.
Possessor of an Ancient Device™ Model 17. No, I don't know what it does. No, you can't play with it.
Pronouns: It. As in: "What is it? What does it want? Why is it here? Oh my god, it's got my... <insert random body part or object here>"
Likes: World Domination, Writing, Rpg, scifi/fantasy, anime, sketchup 3d models, and [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jmKRgqWGrWc]anime music videos[/url].
Companions: a host of characters from other games, my personal muse Penny (as in Bad), and the Badger gang - Toothpick, Buttons, Shark, and Mongo. They grew up in the balcony of an old theatre that played a lot of gangster movies. Normally benign, but may invade the OOC forums.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">I am a seven-foot tall minecraft-playing hindu guru drag-queen alien. <br><br>Possessor of an Ancient Device™ Model 17. No, I don't know what it does. No, you can't play with it.<br><br>Pronouns: It. As in: "What is it? What does it want? Why is it here? Oh my god, it's got my... <insert random body part or object here>"<br><br>Likes: World Domination, Writing, Rpg, scifi/fantasy, anime, sketchup 3d models, and <a target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jmKRgqWGrWc">anime music videos</a>.<br><br>Companions: a host of characters from other games, my personal muse Penny (as in Bad), and the Badger gang - Toothpick, Buttons, Shark, and Mongo. They grew up in the balcony of an old theatre that played a lot of gangster movies. Normally benign, but may invade the OOC forums.</div>
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