Squeegle the Blade Breaker

Timeline

Leveling History

PK Deaths

PK Wins

Title History

Skill List

PK Statistics

PK Gank-O-Meter

Immortal Comments

Role

Chapter 1

Sqeegle is a bit of a mongrel that hails from the Silverwood tribe. Somewhere
in his heritage was a series of fecund (Or unfortunate) ancestors who acquired
the blood of who knows what. One thing is certain though while clearly a goblin
his features are a decidedly more ratlike than toad like. Earning him the
moniker "da Fynk" and more than a few beating as he grew.

The beatings toughened him though and sharpened his fighting abilities to near
epic (Goblin Epic) proportions. But they also had an odd side effect of giving
him a modicum of sympathy for the bullied. He is prone to random acts of
kindness and not given to cruelty for cruelties sake.

As he matured though a curse revealed its self in him. Lycanthropy, or perhaps
Murodthropy was in his veins though diluted. One of his ancestors was a
shape-changer of the vermin sort, a Rat-Man. This curse manifests itself in
that he becomes a bit more mischievous and greedy during the full moon.

It's a heritage he hates and takes pains to deny and as he roamed further into
the world and became more learned he has begun to seek to mitigate it but due
to his limited mental faculty he does so in preposterous and useless ways.
Mostly through over reaching but sincere efforts to appear useful.

He has not gone unnoticed and has elicited the sympathies of The Lily of the
Silverwood as well as the Warbler of ancient times and other champions of the
wild. These two have managed to instill a modicum of morality and ethics in the
mongrel goblin. As such he does what he can to impress those legendary figures,
going so far as to pledge himself to the Outlanders. This decision was made
easier by the fact that he is so poorly treated by civilized folks and savage
orc alike.

Role

Chapter 2

Beset by visions and dreams Squeegle da Fynk's life has taken a remarkable turn.
On a wistful night he noticed the new stars of Rahsael tinkling above and spoke
to them. A vision of a doll came to him and twisted his mind with visions of
Rahseal's shrine. Guided by this he sought it out and found it after some looking.

Along the way he came across a dwarf calling herself Tarni in the town of Dagdan.
She caught him trying to steal one of her axes and oddly, offered to trade the
imbecilic Squeegle a cup of tea for it. Squeegle sensing a trap sought to outwit
the dwarf and failed. But he did end up with a cup of tea and being weary crawled
into a thicket and drank it. It was soothing and he was soon deep into sleep.

This sleep brought with it disturbing dreams. Visions that he knew to be of times
long past. A time and history lost to goblin-kind. Waking, he could not shake the
what he had seen but carried on none the less until his instincts guided him to
the ancient cathedral of Rahsael.

Within the Cathedral he came upon the creepy doll in his dreams. Relieved and
terrified at once Squeegle paid heed to the doll. Even his primitive brain grasped
the gravity, though perhaps not the breadth, of the situation at hand. This
encounter revealed to him the futility of his ambitions and the reality of his
plight. So clear was his personal deficit that he gave into his loss fully and
accepted the truth of Rahsael's wisdom. His past loss was a future opportinity
and he would take it!

In his youth he despised his differences from the other goblins, but, as the doll
bade, he would now embrace it for his differences were all he had and that at least
could not be taken from him.

Now he see's himself as a secret messenger of Rahsael, a passive preacher along a
trail crowded by folks with much to lose and more to gain. He is no longer
Squeegle da Fynk pledge of Thar-Eris. He is Squeegle da Fynk... Period. The Outlanders
can burn for all he cares!

Role

Chapter 3

The doll gave Squeegle some liberating advice. Heed his nature. That of the Rat-Man.
Now he no longer will resist his urges. As the moon begins to Wax full his nature becomes more and more selfish.
As it begins to wane toward New he will become less so. When it is at it's fullest
He will be at his most mischevious. All the while keeping his nature hidden.
Let the masses figure it out if they are enough to.

Role

Chapter 4

Him's tired of bein stupid.
He always will be, but he is beginning to mature and even for a goblin that means something.

Mob Deaths