just don't tell him there are elves nearby. He still has a problem with the concept of "you can't save everyone" and he'll in a good place to learn that lethal force is not required to win. At age 20, he was one of the most powerful mages in the world. Yeah, there's also the fact that he got too much power, too fast.
Aside from, you know, the PTSD and stuff that comes from finding a mass grave at 16 and fighting a war all by yourself in secret. Raxon the character is very nice, but has a lot of stuff he needs to work on. Elves are just huge pricks in that setting.Īlso, running away is the standard response when commoners meet anything they are unfamiliar with. Oh, and elves, he really doesn't like elves.
He has little respect for sorcerers, druids, necromancers, and warlocks. Sure, you can call it racist, but it is a world where some races really are that dangerous. Being killed is merciful compared to being unable to talk, and becoming a prisoner- nay, a hostage, in a body that wants to kill everyone you know. It is a hellish thing, and it's the reason people who have been captured by goblins, in not already gone, are locked in tight shackles, and a soldier or paladin will stand guard over them, weapons drawn. However, they're still awake and conscious, and fully aware and sane, but forced to watch from the backseat as their own body tries to murder their loved ones. Eventually, the victim will become a chaotic evil psychopath, mindlessly attacking and killing anyone they find. As the syndrome progresses, they'll have violent outbursts. Most of the time, anyone who has been captive more than a day will begin to grow irritable.
However, being a captive of goblins has serious implications. Most of the time, if a person is rescued immediately, they have a good chance of being okay. To be fair, goblins were known for something else. It is a custom setting, with D&D rules in place. None of this could ease the ache, however. A large bronze statue now adorns the front of the library where Sigfried lived. He was vouched for by a certain alumnus, and backed up by several staff members. With this task completed, Sigfried was brought to rest in the tomb of honored elders of the academy. An epic level curse had been cast, a menace removed, and vengeance for the dog who was a boy's only friend for six long years. Finally, when he was sure the mark had spread to all of goblinkind, he activated the dormant spell.Įvery goblin in the world fell dead instantly as their hearts all simultaneously burst in their chests. As the goblins traveled to other goblin camps, the mark spread. They did not even make it far enough onto campus to reach the dorms. The goblins retaliated by striking the academy again, this time, taking no hostages. Raxon swore that he would not let them escape, and true to his word, nuked the forest. Raxon, enraged beyond all reason, chased the goblins into the forest, but lost the trail in the thick underbrush. Raxon, having been on campus for a lecture, was the first to arrive, and he arrived just in time to find the students crying over Sigfried's body. His job completed, he fell and laid silent. Even after taking one of the poisoned goblin arrows, he fought valiantly, and drove the goblins away. Sigfried attacked the goblins and killed several before he was mortally wounded.
Being a dire variant, Sigfried was quite a large dog, especially so for a terrier, and he was fiercely protective of the students. The goblin raiders managed to grab several young students and were hauling them away, when Sigfried caught them. It was nothing the faculty couldn't handle, but their response was a bit slow. One day, however, there was a raid on the school. Sigfried lived at the academy that Raxon had graduated from, and Raxon, by this point, had become rather distinguished, sometimes being allowed on campus long enough to give a lecture and only being pelted with small rocks if he touched anything. Raxon was a hero by trade, and he had many friends. I have such a wonderful story.Ī very long time ago, on an Earth very much unlike this, there was a psychotic, yet generally friendly goofball named Raxon.
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