Wobgrob Calyptor was left on the steps of the orphanage as a goblet, barely a year and a half old, able to speak goblin fluently and only a smattering of common, though that changed quickly over the ensuing months.
Once they were old enough to understand common, Wobble got really into playing Cultists & Chain Devils with the other orphanage kids. It encouraged their thirst for knowledge and enabled them to step out of their natural shyness more than they would otherwise.
At 2 years and 2 months old, they attended one of Granny Merry's Services in her tenure as the Priestess of Thesis and, fascinated by the wealth of knowledge she held, asked her many questions following each of her services they attended, as well as whenever she visited the orphanage, on each subject as it came to their mind. Wobble was, conflictingly, both deeply saddened and quietly comforted by her death not even a year later, just after their 3rd birthday.
Later in their life, at age 6 or so, Wobble tried their hand at many routes of work, eventually winding up at The Big Top, doing minor chores under The Lovely Miss Led. The experience left Wobble somewhat unsettled, though it wasn't only the shows that caused it. They have, since then, been uneasy about even being nearby The Big Top.
Spending around two years working there, until maturity, Wobble bid The Big Top goodbye and set off to the library to work there, under Professor Mortimer, cleaning the library and organizing the books, during which he taught them a few useful spells, and directed them to a few others. Wobble took to it like a fish to water, and though they do have work to mind, they're always eager to learn more, sometimes pestering those in the library, shyly or excitedly as the case may be, for their experiences and knowledge, being one of those Wobble would pester often, since they'd provide answers readily and with enthusiasm, joining them in their search for answers when he couldn't provide them himself.
Their favorite color is orange.
The writing on the page, while attempting to be neat and precise, is jagged and inconsistently sized.
Going into this, I certainly expected trouble, but thought that with the party that had signed up, we could manage it. When it came time to prepare, we were missing two of our four members, one of which had double-booked themselves. Thankfully, we found replacements in time, and managed to assemble at the gate after the makeshift barricade I had requested to be assembled to try and control the flow of our enemies was completed.
I remember thinking myself ready for what was coming. What a fool I was.
A motley assortment of frayed animals charged us as soon as we opened the gates. Of note, Johnson bravely took the brunt of the punishment, and was forced to fall back to stand beside my summoned elementals, which took a decent amount of the pressure off of him until they fell, after which he was forced to try and seek respite over the barricade, to no avail.
During the course of the battle, my magic interacted with the mist a couple times, the first summoning a strangely ethereal nightmare creature that proved a near-deadly opponent, and the second horribly disfiguring me, resulting in the current quality of my writing.
Trying to use magic against this enemy is disheartening, but it's all I have. So I'll keep doing it, and hope that I can clean up whatever messes I make along the way.
Writing is painful at present, thanks to very nearly being disintegrated, so I'll try to keep this brief.
Concerning our primary task, the evacuation of civilians and bystanders, we were completely successful, albeit with some slight difficulty.
With that out of the way, on to the meat of it.
I now have a grasp on how great this threat is. It is not overstating the matter to say that this requires the full attention and effort of a united Underhaven.
The flame of the Bloodlines must be stamped out with haste, without hesitation. Through means I am not willing to divulge to the public at large, I now know that, at present, there are at least two members capable of casting 8th circle Dunamancy spells, and there are most likely several more than that.
This cannot afford to wait.
I encourage those interested to know the whole story to reach out to me at The Awakened Spellbook Magewright.
Went to find out what these 'ghosts' are about, found 'ghosts', got distracted by finding Maeve's brother, still don't know what the 'ghosts' are about.
We tracked down the white thing and subdued them. They shouldn't be bothering Underhaven in the short term.
(Petra group, intersection)
"The combat began with us facing down an opaque cube of black jelly with many porcelain masks, along with its similarly-materialled-and-masked minions of humanoid shape and medium size. It was a true slugging match that I rose above right at the start.
Unfortunately for us, The Understudy, who was behind the whole thing, was present at our battle. On my way towards the roof of the cave, in an effort to dispel the magical effect drawing the mist monsters to Underhaven, she shot me and forced me to fall. Thankfully, it was straight into Ellimor's arms, which softened the impact considerably.
After further events, we heard a scream from the scout stationed by the gate to the fungal caves. I hurried over faster than I ever have before, and lent her my magical aid, disposing of enough of The Understudy's magical ability to give the scout the upper hand before I was rendered unconscious.
Unfortunately, in the confusion after those moments, and with my awareness lost from me, The Understudy escaped once more."
-Excerpt from an after-action interview of Wobgrob Calyptor, a magical shop owner that took part in yet another battle for Underhaven.
I purchased a toy from Esmerelda, the shop owner, for the orphanage, and a couple for myself. If they happen to pop up again, I'd recommend checking out their wares!
An encounter with Puppets in the desert turns into a battle with The Beast & The Muse, who turn out to be far more than they appear. Exciting stuff.
Turns out, it was three kobolds in a t̶r̶e̶n̶c̶h̶c̶o̶a̶t̶ minor illusion.
We took down some ropers and got some meat. Maybe I can find a chef to cook it sometime soon.
Happy to have helped get medicine for a sick kitty. c:
A crumpled page with a roughly torn edge, as if the author did not want to remember it. The second paragraph is rather shakily written, as if the author could not keep their hand steady as they wrote.
Elvegraw 10
I've done it, at last! I have a crossbow! Now I won't be as helpless when the time comes to fight. I'll be helping to deliver some pies to the Merrystone house today. I'm looking forward to that.
This has been, objectively, without a doubt, THE WORST day of my life, and I ran from mist monsters last shift! Today, I was almost EATEN by a PIE. I am NEVER helping SPECIFICALLY Libby Merrystone with ANYTHING.
EVER.
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((Big ups Petra for making an absolutely hilarious event for us. Those in the later events should absolutely be looking forward to them! ^w^