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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Herobizkit" data-source="post: 5633178" data-attributes="member: 36150">Here's Pickwick's background.  It went longer than I thought. lolI can remember when I never saw the sun before.  I lived in The Dank, a cave with two or three hundred goblins, each one crazier than the last and twice as stupid.  Our chief, Rotten Tongue, was getting on in years and there were a few of us ready to stab him in the back for his job.  After all, only the goblin on top ever got any real power down there.  I figured I had a better shot at the Chief than Cross-eyes, some kind of wizard or  something, or that really odd hobgoblin, Martuk.  I don't know where he came from, but he beat up half our guards just to get in, and he could carry a lot more stuff than us. Anyway, so I was out on patrol one time, and when I got back, I saw the Chief talking with some skinny black-skinned Elf-Lips.  TALKING!  Like they were bestest friends or something.  I didn't know what they were saying, but next thing I knew, the Elf had some kind of skinny glowing sword in his hand and he stabbed ol' Rotten Tongue right in the face.  Welp, he did the job for us Chiefs-to-be.  Now that Rotten Tongue was out of the way, I did the only respectable Goblin thing TO do.I ran like hell.It must have been days before I found the City's sewers.  Found 'em through some hole in the wall, probably dug up by some giant worm or owlbear or something.  I wandered around eating rats and finding all sorts of interesting crap in the filthy water.  Eventually, I came upon the strangest thing.  A forge.  Yup.  There was some kind of house down there.  Had all kinds of books in one room with a bed, another room with a forge and anvil.  Figured this was as best a place as any to claim.  The Dwarf that was living there didn't think so.   He was just as crazy as the goblins, dribbling and drooling with no teeth and his breath always smelled like fungus.  Welp, he didn't like my taking his house (which didn't make sense - if you leave your house, it's not yours anymore) and we had a go at it.  We got tired after a bit, then he actually talked at me and said he'd let me live if I helped him.Turned out old Fungus-Breath wasn't so bad.  He showed me how the forge worked, sent me hunting for ore, even let me read his books.  Said he was a Battlesmith of Onatar.  I believed him.  I figured Onatar must be some Dwarf god, but he said that Onatar has many forms, including a brass dragon.  Welp, Dragons are the toughest things there are, so I became a priest of Onatar too.Then one day, I'm out rooting for scraps when I sees this group of short people round the corner, pointin 'at me, then throwin' a net over my head.  I'm dragged up to the surface where the light hurt my eyes, told I was a trespasser and had to work as a Sewer Rat to pay my debt to society.  I had no idea what that meant at the time, but now I kinda like it.  I get paid regular, I got a new group to back me up when I go looking for stuff, and I even get my own room.Sure do wonder what happened to ol' Fungus-Breath though.</blockquote>

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