Description
Name: Grubek
Age: 143
Sex: Male
Race: Goblin
Class: Shaman-Inventor
Physical Description: Height - 4'0
Weight - 100 Lbs
Hair - None
Eye Colour - Black
It's fairly easy to figure out Grubeck from other goblins through some of the deteriorations he had faced with as he grew older, some useless body parts have fallen off; lips and nose for one thing, showing the extent of his teeth and depth of where most of his nose used to be. It's fairly easy to spot the goblin. For one thing he's green and wears only a cloth around his waist. Though his body is lean it's covered in deep scars ranging from his back, arms, chest, legs, and face. Anyone could take one look and tell he's a aged goblin.
Personality
Despite Grubeck's being of a goblin and a little hideous to look at; for the most part he is quick to use logic and is surprisingly intelligent; most specifically in mathematics. He's not a mischievous goblin like he was in his youth but still tends to play the odd prank every now and then for the heck of it. Grubeck is often thoughtful like any race growing old and weary of most people. Though understand, he's not above the social conventions like drinking, speaking, etc. Anger and pride isn't part of Grubek's mentality. Though he'd like to say he's mindfull of other races, he's not sure of most of their cultures, except the drow and elvish. It's rare to find the goblin smiling unless he's pulled off a little mischief.
It's not Grubeck's own fault that he's a little off when talking to others. As a shaman, he's a spiritual person, but he's often slighted in his behavior, looking behind him every time he hears something others can't. If he concentrated hard enough he can see spirits from the Other World and sometimes speak with them when his own devices prove futile. Others would normally get the impression that the goblin is a little mad. Well, without a doubt something is cracked in his mind, soon through some of his more erratic behavior, without a doubt the disadvantage of age. Though Grubeck isn't the spawn of evil; he's neither no saint. Often times, there were oppurtunities for canniblism and Grubeck took them only if there was a fire by his side. If there was an oppurtunity to murder or capture someone, he's the person to weigh the pro's and cons, difficulties and make a decision based on his own assessment.
Equipment
Beginning Armor: Leather gauntlets and shoes along with the waistcloth is the only cloth on his body. However, There is the necklace of bones, metal earrings, and various goblin charms wrapped with a string around his arms that has been magically imbued to quicken the casting of magic and help defend against spells.
Beginning Weapon(s): A staff made of oak as tall as Grubek himself with a horned skull attached to the top to concentrate magic. The goblin has a couple of inventions on hand, the first is a crossbow guantlet that runs up his left forearm so it's relatively small in nature. The second is a bag of handheld firebombs, urns filled with a mixture of tar, lamp oil and wine that combusts, when broken, into a blue fire thats extremly difficult to put out.
Fighting Style Long-range combat for his magical abilities. Though he's most familiar with lightning magic as a shaman (Which can roast a knight in shining armor) he could heal relatively minor wounds and shapeshift into animals such as Boars, Wolves, and smaller animals like foxes and mice. In mid-range combat, he uses his inventions to get an upper hand. Grubek doen't like to get close. As you can guess, it's because he has little strength, and not as much talent with a dagger like he used to in his younger days. He prefers to be in hiding and be the person to make the first strike.
Of course, Grubeck has his wit about him, looks with his environment, and is not above running away because that's always the best time to prepare a counterattack. Honor is a word that Grubeck abhors and is one to fight dirty.
Favored Weapon: Though the goblin loves his inventions, magic is a part of him he can't be rid of.
Other: The bag of firebombs that hangs from his cloth, mortar and pestel, and a small holster of mini-bolts for the crossbow gauntlet.
History
Grubek was born in the south, where many forests are abundant, into a medium sized tribe named K'lob. Admittiingly the tribe wasn't the strongest but it wasn't the weakest either. He had grown up as a young goblin, raiding traders on their routes with his clan, and bringing the spoils to the rest of the tribe. When he became a little bit older; he had become obsessed with war machines. He hadn't an idea of what they might have looked at until a platoon of soldiers, dragging catapults behind them, were making seige. It might have been just aother territorial dispute but it did have such an impact on the goblin.
Such devices were like magic and it greatly delighted his family to have their son join the small group of engineers of the tribe. As decades have passed, there were many more battles, against humans, elves, drow, and een other goblins, that Grubeck was a part of. That was when word of a goblin king started to spread throughour the land.
It was a revoloutionary idea. The K'lob tribe rallied together with other tribe's and clans for the idea. Of course; there was less fighting, and at the time... the charm of inventions have finally worn off. In a desperate attempt to find something to keep oneself entertained, an old shaman had approached him, and told him he had potential. He was nicknamed the "Lightning Knoll" from the mountains.
It took years to pass his training but in the end Grubeck became a recongnized shaman with the power to wield electricity. Many years after and he was only interested in expanding his abilities; learning how to shapeshift and how to commute with the dead. He had ended up learning Elvish in the schools taht were created under the Goblin King.
However there was a time where he had recongnized his own aging. He was paranoid and often delirious of visions of his own death, that one day he'd wake up and then die, with no legacy to leave behind but a dead goblin wife and a good-for-nothing son who rna away was exactly like himself at his age. The news of war has then gone around and he reilized that this would be his legacy. That he'd rather die fighting, taking lives with him, then one day on a bed having done nothing worthy in his life.
So begins...
"I could teach you how to see them."
"Yeh what, eh?" Lucifer mumbles, starting to look for whatever just babbled something about seeing things in his ear just then.
"Oh, yeh, I was in tha battle," Cora said, lowering her drink. Lucifer turns back to listen. "I was wit' her and... Uh.. Tak, where ya at?" She started twisting around to look for someone. Lucifer tried to follow her sightline.
"Right here Cora," Answered the handsome Naga raising a tankard, face half covered in his long think hair.
"Yeh, an' him," Another few gulps. She looked up at the stare Ashe was burning into her neck with. "Oh yeh! Me name's Cora Whitfield. I'll be yer ranger wit' me crossbow! So watch your ankles,"
"Heh, yeah..." Lucifer half-heartedly tittered. His former arrow wounds seemed to tingle for a second.
"Right then, I am Takeo Amaya. Battlemage," The pretty boy with the bow said, slithering over.
"Lucifer Bedfellow, good teh meet yeh both. Hang on..." He says as he slides of his chair, walking away from that table and straight to a chair on the table adjacent where Grubeck had chosen to sit.
It was hard not to stare at what seemed to be a face that couldn't wait to be in the ground before decomposing. The haunting skeleton smile made you wonder how he spoke at all like he does. You have thought words like "machines" would be a losing battle for someone without lips. But the decay seemed to go further than that with the scratches in his barely covered scalp. You could forgive anyone of wondering what necromancer was looking for this goblin somewhere.
"Hey you! What'd yeh say about seeing things? Yeh mean Reigns?" Lucifer said, raising the book to illustrate his point. Always careful to look at the time-stained eyes and not the nose hole. "Never knew we had a summoner. I did nae see any wildlife fightin' with us yesterday. We seem to have everythin' else under the sun though."
"Never knew we had a summoner."
"Summoner? Nah, I'm a Shifter. Tried it once though, didn't like it, hate those animals." The wizened mage said. Lucifer was trying to remember if he'd read about Shifters yet...Animals, right?
"Well, I did nae see any wildlife fightin' with us yesterday. We seem to have everythin' -"
Grubeck seemed to linger on a thought for a second midway through taking a glup as Lucifer spoke, then suddenly leaned across the table to cut his sentence off. The half-missing face still managing anger frighteningly well.
"No wildlife?" Grubeck sits back. "No vicious wolf tearing apart soldiers? No bear ripping out a juggernaut's throat? The fire raining down from the sky? That. Was. Me."He then seemed to cough on purpose into his hand. "...And a harpy..."
"Hey! I didn't mean nae offence, mate! Maybe I was in the wrong bit of the field or somethin'. I just didn't see anythin'. I'm only askin' yeh some questions." Lucifer said, raising his hands defensively as Grubeck settled back down.
"To see spirits, it takes years of meditation and practice for a shaman such as myself."
Which I ain't got...Lucifer thought to himself.
"Buuuuut there is a quick way. You must be exposed to magic multiple times, over and over, again and again. After could you use meditation to quickly control The Sight. It's dangerous but easy to prepare and could be done in a day. Even I could do it!"
"Righ'..." Lucifer mumbles. So, in order to even get into this stuff, he's got to be shocked for hours and hours? Makes Lucifer sound like a lantern being filled up. Now, this might be a quick thing but...What constitutes 'quickly' here? Days, hours? Minutes maybe? And what would the Shaman have to do to him? It just sounds unnecessarily painful somehow. It could be the ghoulish appearance of Grubeck that inspires such a thought but...The guy seems a little...unhinged too...
"I'm going to capture a griffon!" Grubeck announced, suddenly standing up. Well, there's all the evidence needed that this guy was a little bit nuts. Maybe magic does that too you? The book skips over accounts of Summoners gaining more and more control over wild life and touched on managing to take over more intelligent species. Maybe the power sends you nuts?
Eitherway, that Earth Mage back there seemed to have some sort of edge over him. Magic could be handy.
"Free drinks on me! For you, you, you, and that harpy over there!" Grubeck seats himself again, turning to Lucifer.
"The name's Grubeck by the way. Got any questions? Or more of 'em books?"
"Yeh. I got them off this mage back at camp just before he finished treating me wounds. I weren't too beat up but he was happy to give them to me. Seemed eager to get rid of them actually. I found that the Summoner one made a lick o' sense to me but I got a few basic ones on elements an' shootin' different types o' sparks like fireworks. I got them in the cart." Lucifer said, looking at the books cover then setting it down.
"So!" He continued, lacing his fat fingers in front of him on the table. "What exactly would you have to do to meh in order to get me seeing Reigns? Ghost stings don't sound all tha' hard teh be honest. And, do yeh think this could get done before we leave tomorrow? I know I wouldn't be wrangling anythin' more deadly than a bunny but-" He shrugs," Worth a go righ'?"
"Oh! And, err...The name's Lucifer. Lucifer Bedfellow." He was still trying to place Grubeck on the battlefield. Lucifer must have been far away from anyone around here at that point. He kept hearing mumbles about taking down juggernauts all the way here.
