PCs:Redaptexus Childcooer

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Redaptexus Childcooer

Race: Goblin

Classes: Barbarian

Guild affiliations: Reavers of Maleki, Alpha Corps

Most active on server: M'Chek

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History Red was born in the northwest of M'chek in the foothills bordering what is now the territory of Blandenburg. Named by a travelling priest of Maleki his formative years were fraught with sibling rivalry, constant moving and several raids on his people by both human and elven army movements. Starvation was always a much clearer danger however which crystalized his tribes efforts as a whole in order for survival. Though a unifying force there were constant power struggles for leadership and decisions and likely led to more deaths over the years than all other threats combined.

As with most goblin tribes hunting was as important if not more than any other aspect of daily life and in this Redaptexus excelled. Adaptive, strong, quick and single minded he quickly learned the ways of surviving in a harsh bleak environment. His extremely aggressive nature singled him out even more and was encouraged as it was to all the young males. At the age of 6 he led a tiny raid on a farm and successfully returned with 2 dogs and 2 chickens, a great bounty in which all who took part shared. As time went on the tribes attacks became more brazen with the warzone being their primary target for night time gathering. Weapons, armour and 'meat' could be easily enough had by those careful enough to watch from a safe distance.

As time passed the tribe became more stable with the better armaments and more dangerous and brazen raids were attempted. During one such Red committed his first kill at the age of 8 at a farmhouse, stabbing the armed farmer in the back while his fellows raided the livestock. Now attracting the attention of the army the tribe used a common goblin maneuver, the split and regather. After weeks of flight many groups of goblins regathered at last and resumed their ways, largely unhindered.

With the passing of years Red grew in strength and cunning until at last he decided he wanted more out of life than his current could provide. Garbing himself in a leather jerkin with a shortsword and dagger for protection he lit his torch, took 3 mundane healing potions and set off southward, skirting the road at all times until he finally saw it, the walls of a city of humans. With great courage he approached the gates and though the guards eyed him dangerously he passed unmolested into the city of Mikona.

Mikona Mikona filled his senses. It was a place where he could do anything, be anything. Unfortunately as with most of his fellows he lacked reading, writing and a basic knowledge of a civilized society's inner workings. Still he worked hard as goblins can and began his first and only business. Specializing in 'Dog, straight from the bone' it was fairly short lived as a career dog butcher but it was during this time he met a special figure in society, the reknowned steelcaster and Reaver, Tiras Japeth. Tiras took him to the temple and spoke with him patiently about gifts Red had that others did not. Being a goblin in a city of humans didn't seem so bad anymore and if anything he felt a deeper connection to the society surrounding him, alien still though it was. Red resumed his hunting and could often be found outside the gates at a place known to the locals as 'The Rock', presumably because, as Red noted, it was a big rock. Here he began interacting with the locals, offering dog meats, a lending hand and a listening ear. Tiras would often appear and of course only the finest choice cuts were saved for him which to Red's joy (and often others dismay) were accepted graciously.

Weeks passed and Tiras brought him into eastern M'Chek one bright day where he stated, a gathering was happening. What came in the darkened cave on the cliffside none but those who witnessed can tell. Red was seen in the armour of the Reavers after that and no longer cowered as he had at meeting new faces. At times he spoke of the great event, that he had been there when it was passed on. "A knife it was but a knife no more it is" then laugh about it. Life was pretty good.