Post by mrwillster on Dec 4, 2014 16:30:21 GMT -7
As any pathfinder with any level of experience would know, goblins love fire. Be it singeing the hairs of fellow goblins to burning down long shank fortifications, goblins LOVE fire. And Scraggor Nog is just like every other goblin out there, except for one thing: an over active intellect. Scraggor grew up in a run of the mill, ruthless, fire loving tribe, and took part in the everyday burnings and raids and other ruthless things that goblins do. But he never felt satisfied. When he could, he would experiment with controlling fire, using it more locally and precisely. He found that different juices would create different colors of fire, different temperatures of fire, louder, nastier, colder explosions. Hours would be spent in his hiding place testing newer and better concoctions. As he collected more and more ways to make fire his own, he began to write the ingredients down. Starting off as simple symbols and picture but eventually branching into his own version of characters representing his thought processes.
One quiet morning, while Scraggor was busy basking in the personal bliss of blowing up his newest discovery, a particularly loud smoke bomb, a group of goblins from his tribe discovered him while in his explosive glee. They were in awe at first, watching him control the burns to his whims, but then he made the grave mistake of writing down his newest discovery. At once, the group of goblins appeared in the opening, waving their weapons and fists at Scraggor, cursing him and all that he was for not being a true goblin. They rushed and surrounded him, seizing his journal. They laughed at him and began to scratch the pages out. Eventually, the largest of the goblins placed the journal in his mouth and violently tore apart what was left of his precious book.
At that moment, something inside of Scraggor broke. Be it his personal love for all that he had written or the realization of the innocence of his own existence, something in his mind clicked. Within milliseconds after he saw his most prized possession destroyed, Scraggor flew into a rage of fury, gathering up all the explosives and controlled flame he possessed and began to barrage the other goblins, singeing their flesh into all sorts of mangled variations, dosing them with nauseous chemicals of all sorts until they breathed no more, collapsing into bubbling piles of stinky gloop.
After realizing what he had done, and also seeing how big of a fire he had started, he began to panic, gathering up all of his belongings and fleeing the lands of his tribe. He did not fair long in the wilderness before seeking the refuge of a city. The alchemical smells of burning metal and chemicals that he had grown to know so well drifted from each city. He disguised himself with home made pigments and stolen clothes to disguise himself as an ugly human child so as to find one of the places of chemical refuge. In the first city he entered, he was fast to find the black smith's workshop and immediately offered his humble service in exchange for food and shelter. The blacksmith, a roughened old man who could still the good in things gave the goblin a chance and allowed him to work the fire. Scraggor, being infinitely thankful for the man's compassion, worked harder and harder each day, sometimes averting sleep just to scavenge around the refuse of the town to find substances to make the smith's flame even more efficient as well as more hot. He began to see that fire could be used for something other than hate or entertainment; fire could be used for good.
This went on for a few months, with the blacksmith's earnings raising substantially due to the efficiency with which conducted his work, without Scraggor noticing. All he cared about was pleasing the old man. During his time in the town, he began to learn how to read common, and one fateful day, as was bound to happen, Scraggor came across some of the old mans documents about how well he was doing, exposing how he had began to use Scraggor for his own benefit. Scraggor, knowing his own worth, went into a dizzying rage like he did once before when his book was first destroyed. Gathering all he had and the remainder of his volatile chemicals, Scaggor burst into where the man was sleeping and threw an explosive concoction, waking the man and setting his curtains on fire. The man immediately rose and began to beg Scraggor not to hurt him. At that moment, something new clicked in Scraggor's head. He immediately fled from the scene before some towns people came to put out the fire.
After moving onto another town and feeling only shame for what he had done, Scraggor eventually found out that the blacksmith had died a week after he left, losing the secrets that Scraggor had taught him forever.
Scraggor now seeks to do good with his knowledge of fire, vowing never to hurt those who are innocent, no matter how angry he gets. He seeks to adventure and purge the land of all that is wrong with his fire.
One quiet morning, while Scraggor was busy basking in the personal bliss of blowing up his newest discovery, a particularly loud smoke bomb, a group of goblins from his tribe discovered him while in his explosive glee. They were in awe at first, watching him control the burns to his whims, but then he made the grave mistake of writing down his newest discovery. At once, the group of goblins appeared in the opening, waving their weapons and fists at Scraggor, cursing him and all that he was for not being a true goblin. They rushed and surrounded him, seizing his journal. They laughed at him and began to scratch the pages out. Eventually, the largest of the goblins placed the journal in his mouth and violently tore apart what was left of his precious book.
At that moment, something inside of Scraggor broke. Be it his personal love for all that he had written or the realization of the innocence of his own existence, something in his mind clicked. Within milliseconds after he saw his most prized possession destroyed, Scraggor flew into a rage of fury, gathering up all the explosives and controlled flame he possessed and began to barrage the other goblins, singeing their flesh into all sorts of mangled variations, dosing them with nauseous chemicals of all sorts until they breathed no more, collapsing into bubbling piles of stinky gloop.
After realizing what he had done, and also seeing how big of a fire he had started, he began to panic, gathering up all of his belongings and fleeing the lands of his tribe. He did not fair long in the wilderness before seeking the refuge of a city. The alchemical smells of burning metal and chemicals that he had grown to know so well drifted from each city. He disguised himself with home made pigments and stolen clothes to disguise himself as an ugly human child so as to find one of the places of chemical refuge. In the first city he entered, he was fast to find the black smith's workshop and immediately offered his humble service in exchange for food and shelter. The blacksmith, a roughened old man who could still the good in things gave the goblin a chance and allowed him to work the fire. Scraggor, being infinitely thankful for the man's compassion, worked harder and harder each day, sometimes averting sleep just to scavenge around the refuse of the town to find substances to make the smith's flame even more efficient as well as more hot. He began to see that fire could be used for something other than hate or entertainment; fire could be used for good.
This went on for a few months, with the blacksmith's earnings raising substantially due to the efficiency with which conducted his work, without Scraggor noticing. All he cared about was pleasing the old man. During his time in the town, he began to learn how to read common, and one fateful day, as was bound to happen, Scraggor came across some of the old mans documents about how well he was doing, exposing how he had began to use Scraggor for his own benefit. Scraggor, knowing his own worth, went into a dizzying rage like he did once before when his book was first destroyed. Gathering all he had and the remainder of his volatile chemicals, Scaggor burst into where the man was sleeping and threw an explosive concoction, waking the man and setting his curtains on fire. The man immediately rose and began to beg Scraggor not to hurt him. At that moment, something new clicked in Scraggor's head. He immediately fled from the scene before some towns people came to put out the fire.
After moving onto another town and feeling only shame for what he had done, Scraggor eventually found out that the blacksmith had died a week after he left, losing the secrets that Scraggor had taught him forever.
Scraggor now seeks to do good with his knowledge of fire, vowing never to hurt those who are innocent, no matter how angry he gets. He seeks to adventure and purge the land of all that is wrong with his fire.
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