Role

Chapter 8

As Grungelglut felt his power growing, suddenly the boiling of blood and
wracking pains that had randomly assaulted him since birth struck once more,
this time more intensely than ever before! He writhed on the ground, feeling
like his entire body was on fire. His mind was filled with images of dark
creatures and fiery canyons. He blacked out, vaguely aware that he was
screaming, his voice small in his own ears.

When he came to, his body was... different. The flaky, bleeding skin he had
always been afflicted with was now smooth, shiny, reddish. It felt hard
somehow, dense. He felt his face, only to find small, horn-like protrusions on
his brows and chin. More bone spikes protruded from his shoulders and elbows.
His other overall dimensions were the same, but the way his body felt was
completely new.

The prophesy of his village foretold a goblin with otherwordly heritage.
Several goblins had been born under the curse, but none had ever lived up to
the prophesy. Grungel was now sure, if he had not been before, that HE was the
foretold goblin! For what was this transformation if not the manifestation of
demonic heritage? Surely NOW the clans would see that he was the one foretold,
and lift him up as their leader!

As he had this thought, a wave of that old feeling passed over him again: the
boiling of blood, a vast heat rising within him. But rather than double him
over in pain as it always had, he felt... amazing. Powerful. The curse he had
been born with, that had plagued him for so long, had it seemed become a
strength rather than a weakness. What could a goblin with this type of power
achieve? Grungel did not know, but he could not wait to find out.

(game note: upon gaining the "Demon in the Woodpile" edge, the terms of the
curse as outlined in role entry 4 have been fulfilled)