Idiot, half-mad Goblin Shaman with a brilliant and very sarcastic Mage for a Spirit Companion
“Mmms, Nothing Nithgits liiks morr thans a snake stew coverrd in rat guts!”
“Oh god, I am still running through every action I took in my last life to figure out what was so bad as to deserve being tied to this MORON! AHHHHH”
-Arch Mage Shimyr
|AGE: 32||LEVEL: 7|
|HIT POINTS: 58||INITIATIVE 6||SPEED 6||PASSIVE PERCEPTION 25||PASSIVE INSIGHT 23|
STRENGTH 6, CONSTITUTION 16, DEXTERITY 16, INTELLIGENCE 17, WISDOM 21, CHARISMA 7
Shimyr- p.s. please make a note that almost none of these abilities reflect Nithgits abilities alone… He just might require a little help from time to time…
ARMOR CLASS 20, FORTITUDE 17, REFLEX 17, WILLPOWER 19
ACROBATICS 6, ARCANA 6, ATHLETICS 1, BLUFF 8, DIPLOMACY 1, DUNGEONEERING 8, ENDURANCE 6, HEAL 8, HISTORY 6, INSIGHT 13, INTIMIDATE 1, NATURE 13, PERCEPTION 15, RELIGION 6, STEALTH 8, STREETWISE 1, THIEVERY 6
GOBLIN REFLEXES, GOBLIN TACTICS, COMPANION SPIRIT, HEALING SPIRIT, SPEAK WITH SPIRITS, WORLD SPEAKER SPIRIT, INTOLERABLE COMMAND, VIGOROUS SPIRIT, WORLD SPEAKER SPIRIT ADEPT, IMPLEMENT EXPERTISE (TOTEM)
|FALSE BRAVADO||Meee no likes to fyters marks…
Shimyr I don’t feel I should even have to say anything, just let his own words speak for him, haha, what an idiot…
|VOICE OF BATTLE||Meee likes to make batle screeems at meee spirit companyon, AHHHHAHAHAHAHEEEEEEYA.
Shimyr I wouldn’t call me as much a companion as a captive, come onnnnn!
|HAUNTING SPIRITS||Shimyr-Every once in a blue moon, I feel I should make a stab at self preservation and multiply myself, surround Nimwit’s enemies, and make scary noises. Just please don’t let Nimwits know…||AT-WILL|
|BRAMBLE ALLY||I liikes to plaay withs the grasses!
Shimyr-Dear lord… he likes to play with grasses, sometimes I feel like crying
|SPIRIT OF SLAVERING BLOODLUST||Heheheheeee, mes likes to make lots of bloods, its scary tos the bad guys!
Shimyr-Somehow this disgusting ability passes to me and makes me do some gastly things I don’t care to repeat.
|HAMMER OF THE GRASPING TIDES||Shimyr-This one is all of my own doing. A little spell I used to be able to do seems still in my abilities. I turn myself into a tidal waveand toss our foes aside.
Meeee likes water…
|MASSIVE COMPANION||Sometymms I get scared… sos I makes mistr Shimyr reel big!||DAILY|
|SHRIEKING WIND SPIRITS||Shimyr-This is yet another one of my meager abilities… The desert winds come to my aid and suround our enemies with a massive storm, and before you even interject Nitwit, I know you LIKES STORMS!||DAILY|
WATCHFUL SPIRIT TOTEM +2, HAUNTED LEATHER ARMOR +2.
Nithgits “The Mad”
Somewhere on the outskirts of Hawkstone, a local band of Goblins sits around a campfire, plotting…
Golosh “The blind”- “…Golosh no being to hurt no humons. Its be smart to moves the camp to the waters, like wize ones says.”
Znezz “Snot”- Amongst the group of maybe 50 or so small, hunched over monsters, Snot looms like a bear amongst squirls, as his orc/goblin lineage would suggest “Snot say NO! No listen to no WIZE ONE’s, WIZE ONE’s is humans. They no care bout us, theys only want to take arr shyneee things way frum us! You’s all be DUMM!”
Golosh- “Snot, you’s not tinking bout arr young onez… The wize ones says humons uze young one’s for laybors if we’z not go way. (at that, most of the female members of the goblin tribe let out a resounding moan and shield their young ones with themselves as a gesture of agreement) Wize one looks after us, he brinz us meat for many moons, and teaches us speak. Wize one is saav…”
And with that, the small female goblin’s brains became splattered over the fire, enough to put out the flames and scare the rest of the tribe into obedience. With gore covering most of the lower half of his body, Snot broke a chain off what was left of the deceased goblin’s neck and raised the human symbol of Erathis, and smashed the symbol.
Znezz- "We GO NOW! KILL ALLL HUMUNS THAT WARES THEES! AUAWRRRRR!!!!
…Surveying the carnage, Ulias Greenhammer, Cleric of Erathis in HawkStone, sighed in dissapointment. Looking over the carnage, he made sure there were no “non-goblins” injured and was satisfied at least by that fact. Although almost half the entire tribe of goblins he had personally taught and cared for lay dead. And the one that seemed to have caused it, this “Snot” had gotten away. Ulias was not a vengeful man, and most would consider him a most sympathetic person, but he knew he must punish the tribe, and ensure the safety of the city… It couldn’t be something soft, and he could not do it himself, so he enlisted the aid of a Sorceress (little did he know was actually a witch).
The following night, the sorceress surveyed the crowd of goblins and pinpointed the one who would have the next child with ease.
Sorceress- “Day by night you play and fight, never a fear of vengeful peer, as the light fears the night, the born will be scorned. You have all earned this. The firstborn shall be haunted by the next soul to attempt the cross between life and death as a reminder to all of you… DO NOT take for granted the gifts of this man to you.”
With that, she was gone. Ulias was left alone with the tribe. A single tear was shed on their behalf as he bade them to go and find a new home
It was not more than a month later and the next newborn had arrived. The tribe named him Nithgits (Fearful one). He was to be raised away from the tribe, they thought best. So it was him and his mother for the first years of his life. She taught him most of what she remembered from Ulias to be raised a Shaman, and made sure he was kept away from civilization, so he would not begin the curse that had been laid upon him. It wasn’t until he was 13 that she was unable to keep his destiny from him. A traveling mage from Merithalar was lying on his deathbed in the forest near his family’s crest tree (a sacred burial rite). Nithgits and his mother were randomly traveling through when the mage passed… and little did he know who he was to be bound to for the rest of his days, a half mad goblin
The Mage Shimyr- "… and I owe my accomplishments as a wizard of the high order to my late master Arychelon. Lastly gasp with my dying breath I… wish my great grand… son to have the spaaaa spark of talent I haaad as an arcane to be hisssssss.
And with that last utterance, the great wizard prepared to ascend to the heavenly realm of the eladrin. Except that he didn’t… his spirit instead was attracted to that of a spirit pet of a Shaman… An IDIOT GOBLIN SHAMAN!!!!! AWWWWWW NOOOOOOO!
Years later… Nithgits had, I guess you can call it matured… and the arch mage Shimyr had ceesed trying to kill the stupid creature years ago. The constant chattering of his spirit pet had also driven Nithgits a little insane…