Scrambled Toast

## Characteristics

Class: Rogue (Level 1)

Subclass: -

Lineage: Goblin

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Faith: Rakdos (IS KING MAN!)

Gender: BIG MAN

Size/Height: Small/ 2"10 ft (NUN OF YUR BEES!)

Weight: 30lbs

Age: 7

Hair: DON'T NEEDS IT!

Skin: GREEN GOBLIN! GOBLIN GREEEENN!

Eyes: HONEY MUSTARD!

## Background

Charlatan

Feature: False Identity (Second Identity: Cult Master Scrambled the Mighty)

You have created a second identity that includes documentation, established acquaintances, and disguises that allow you to assume that persona. Additionally, you can forge documents including official papers and personal letters, as long as you have seen an example of the kind of document or the handwriting you are trying to copy.

## Backstory

Born into a roaming band of goblins, young Mudmouth was a loud child from the moment he screamed into the world. Mudmouth was a constant liar and a thief, even to his own kin and this often got him into heaps of trouble during his childhood. Living mostly on the road, Mudmouth never learned the true meaning of home, but he had a family to call his own. As he grew and grew, Mudmouth was trained in the art of goblin life, which involved three principal tenants; stabbing, sneaking and stealing. Lucky for him, he was already a sticky fingered nuisance and quickly adapted to his new role.

As his family band began to grow into a more formidable tribe, Mudmouth was tasked with stealing some food supplies from Elnor by the tribes leader, Warteeth. Unbeknownst to young Mudmouth this mission for his tribe would be his last, as his tribe had already begun to move far away from Racina intending to leave the bold goblin to rot in the jail cells of Elnor. Unaware of the power and authority the elven city held, Mudmouth attempted to steal a box full of exotic fruits and vegetables and a live chicken. But he was quickly apprehended and thrown into a jail cell to rot for his crimes.

Weeks pass, and poor Mudmouth had come to realise that his once held dear family weren't coming to rescue him. He attempted suave the guards guarding his cell with empty lies of treasure and gold should they let him go free, but to no avail. Eventually being gagged because of the constant chattering and rambling he conducted towards his elven captors. Weeks turned into months and the small goblin without the use of his voice could only do one thing, stop to listen. It is here where the goblin known as Mudmouth was left behind and the tale of Scrambled Toast begins...

You see the small goblin, while an avid expert of lies did not understand most things. In fact, the only things he did know were when to run and when to pounce for prey or objects to snatch. Shackled and gagged within his small cell, Mudmouth listened to the guards who'd often gossip. And in these tales Mudmouth learnt of many great things. A legendary food of something scrambled and something toasted, unsure of these words and wanting to learn what this fairest of feasts was he tossed aside his old name. No longer, being the mouth that speaks of words less than mud but of something Scrambled and Toasted, of course he thought! "Scrambled Toast, that is what I want, I shall finds it and it shall be my greatest of feasts!".

Gaining a new goal and personal quest inspired the little goblin to want to find such a treasure. But he was still trapped, locked within this pathetic cage. His time was almost up and he could not wait to scream his new name out into the world. With two days left before he was to be let free, a strange woman came to the jail cells. A human woman his words flowed like silk across the elven militia that stood post outside the cells. Scrambled Toast could not see much of the woman, other than her pearly white smile shining beneath the dark, billowing cloak she wore. Kneeling beyond the iron bars of his cell, the woman spoke out to the small goblin and offered him freedom, here and now. Under one condition, that he comes with her to be fed and clothed. This opportunity could not be wasted Scrambled Toast thought to himself, I must take it, no one else is coming for me. Swiftly nodding his head, the pearly smile widened with glee.

Shortly after, he saw the very same guards that bound him like an animal uncuffing him with care. The mysterious woman standing beyond the bars with a hand open to be grasped. He sprinted forth screaming as loud as he could "I AM FREEEEE!!! I AM SCRAMBLED TOAST AND I WILL BE FREEE!!".

The woman brought the newly named goblin along with two other prisoners to a cave far away from the elven city for something she called "Insurance of ones own sanity and wit". But Scrambled Toast did not care, he was free and with a new found freedom to hunt down this great food. Eventually arriving at the cave, Scrambled Toast and the prisoners were inducted into a religious study of a deity. One unknown to the three prisoners as "Rakdos the Defiler". Whose tenants brought forth nothing more than true blooded lust of destruction, pleasure and death. It was a small group of only six people including the new prisoners, but this saviour woman with words like velvet taught Scrambled Toast or Scram for short the ways of the Great Rakdos. Now with two great aspirations for his new found life Scram left the small cult in the hopes to create his own army of minions and find the greastest breakfast food ever known! As a parting gift, his new master gifted him a special lantern that when doused in enough blood would awaken a great power to aid Scram in his pursuits of spreading the word of Rakdos.

Little to his knowledge however, that a group of Monster Slayer Adventurers were hired to capture and kill his fellow cultists, but amongst the fighting his great saviour managed to escape...

## Monster Slayer Guild Mission Log

Journal Description - A rather poorly kept wooden hardcover book that appears to be a romance novel of sorts, the title has been scratched away with claw marks and in big text there reads "BIG REMEMER BOOK". The original pages appear to be mostly torn out and loose parchment has been poorly bound to the hard wooden cover. Some pages of the romance novel remain inside, lost amongst blank parchment paper. The book has an insignia stamp on the back page from a certain library, the due date has expired...

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