Role

Chapter 3

Lost. Cold. Alone. Pitiful. Gebble snuck around for a very long time after
his escape. He knew he couldn't return to the goblin outpost. He couldn't
return to the Grinning Skulls. The way he saw it, even though they likely
wouldn't have heard of him being chained before the raid, he would be put
back in chains if he returned. He thought about disguising himself or just
pretending he didn't know anyone and was a new goblin out to join, afterall,
physically he looks completely different than he did when he left on his
dastardly adventure.


He has taken to calling himself a fire goblin, and when pressed he just says
he is from Kiadana Roo. He stole and plundered barns and small farms as he
worked his way south. He didn't run into any friendlies and nobody was
chasing him down exactly. He had stolen a small amount of copper and he was
about to starve to death at one point so he went into a tavern. He expected
to be thrown out immediately but the keeper simply tolerated him and took his
coin for a meal. This was the first time Gebble felt he might be able to
strike out alone.


Luck would have it he didn't have to. He ran into a less intelligent band of
goblins south of Galadon after being thrown from the city by the guard.
Sensing his strength and keen intellect, the goblins there allowed him to
stay.


As he began his adventures he learned one thing. He passionately hated magic.
It made him itch, it made him whimper, it struck fear into his core. He knew
he would never have this power, but he learned of a way he could negate it.
He learned of the Village of Battle, Haters of Magic. Clanless himself, he
gave much thought to joining the Village. After visiting the Lyceum and
learning more of its history, he found several similarities to his own
heritage and the village itself. Might makes right, working together towards
a common goal, pillaging.


Joining the village is what he will do. He will kill mages, he will end
magic, and he will assert his dominance while supporting the village as a
defender. With little training he can roll bandages and make poultices, he
has already seen it done hundreds of times.


He has not forgotten his debt to Rotwang either. He will fight hard to
impress the god of Orcs, his own deity.