Cakebaked

A picture of Cake, from when he was just a freshly baked cupcake:

Cakebaked is a sentient cake entity that was reportedly brought to life under strange circumstances. He is a loyal citizen of Anglunia with a pechant for chaos and fighting. He has a popular political career and has been repeatedly elected to serve in the Vyindi (Anglunian Senate).

## Biography

Yinower Delas-Nuwan was in the basement of Nuwan farm, trying to conjure a guard for the property. He’d set up a ritual circle on the floor, but to his mistake, had left his snack- a slice of cake, just in range of the rituals effects. With the spell uttered, the cake was incorporated and the ritual began.

This resulted in a small round pudding being formed. It had two currents for eyes, and moved around similar to a slime- blinking wide eyed at its new existence. Yinower stood over it, foot raised to stamp out its life force, before he recalled that he could keep it as a pet for the children for their good behaviour. So he took the small cake and shoved it in a cage and left it.

As the days past, the cake rose and doubled in size. Yinower found it cruelly pressed up against the cages’s mesh, and let it loose into an empty cell. It kept growing, day by day- first a light stubble of frosting for hair, then tiny nubs of limbs. Each day he fed the strange creature with sugar water, interested in this experiment. It grew until around 4 foot height, before Yinower decided to see if he could teach it to fight and guard. It caught on quickly- much faster than a human with a new skill. But no matter how much progress it made, it was still returned to its cell by the end of its training.

One thing noted about this Cake, was that it had a very strong healing factor. After a particularly bad training session, where Cake hadn’t obeyed properly, Yinower took his sword and ran the entity through in a fit of rage until it collapsed to the floor lifeless. It soon crawled its way upright again, its mortal wounds sewing themselves shut. It was weakened for a few days afterwards, but its initial recovery was remarkably swift. This healing factor could bring it more or less unscathed through any fight, making it a formidable opponent. Enthrillied with this discovery, the training intensified- with Yinower bringing in skilled guards to brutally train it to conform and fight to exactly how he wished.

It had been two months since Cake had been raised into exisitance- and he was now 5 foot high. His rapid growth had slowed down, and he now only fed sugar water three times a week. He'd mostly developed by now, with a humanoid body and facial features; taking on the look of a small individual. He had long ginger red hair, tied up into a warriors bun to keep it out of his eyes. He couldn't talk, unable to make sound apart from small noises of effort as he learned to fight. Yinower kept up the training, seeking to make it useful and obedient.

Day after day of brutal training. Cake was whipped for the slightest mistake, left to regenerate the damage he'd suffered in a dark, windowless cell. He knew no different. Yinower didn't once acknowlege that what he was doing was cruel, only that he wanted the most possible from him.

Yinnower then determined that he should be let outside in one of the slave pens. So Cake was bought outside, blinking heavily in the light. He saw the sights and heavily anguished sounds of Newan farm outside the basement, for the first time in his painfully short existence. And that bought a revelation that an “outside” existed. Something more.

He spent his entire time outside, pressed against the fence of the pen. Staring at everything going on. It took several lashes of a whip to get him to return inside again.

That evening, he sat in his cell and contemplated. Outside was addicting as sugar, sweet as chocolate. He wanted another taste of it, through the only way he’d been trained how....

The next day of training rolled around, and Cake underwent the exercises as usual. Right at the end of it however, he took a hit to his stomach. He doubled over, still clutching his shortsword. The guard stood over him, roughly encouraging him up to fight again. But this desert had had enough. The blade sliced into his shins, the guard stumbling back in alarm. That alarm turned to pain as Cake drove the blade into his stomach as he surged from the ground. He turned to face the second guard bearing down, stance ready- his eyes aflame. They parried and fought, blades seeking flesh. Cake took nearly as many hits as he gave- toe to toe against Yinnower’s head guard. At last he delt a mortal wound. He ran for the exit, the route to the surface burned into his memory. The door at the top of the stairs was locked. Cake’s body slammed against it. And again. And again. It shook, then gave a screech of metal as the aged hinges bent under his desperation. A small gap was made, and he was short enough of stature to make use of it....

He sprinted through the halls of the mansion-like farmhouse, rounding corners at high speed. He ran past Yinnower, surprising him as he walked out of a door. Before he knew it, he was out in the warmth of sunlight. He stood there, panting- senses overwhelmed with the noise and light. This outside is here, it’s real- and he has no idea how far it extends. Yinnower stands on the steps behind him, folded whip in hand. “You. Return.” He commands of Cake. He doesn’t hear him. He runs off into the farm, and spends a terrifying fifteen minutes seeking an escape from the high fence that surrounds the property. He eventually braves the metal fence, the wire cutting into his hands. He jumps to the other side as soon as the Master's men come to apprehend him. With a cheeky wave, he runs further before he can feel the sting of crossbow bolts. The country is put on high alert through a royal decree- for an armed and dangerous entity.

Cake terrorises Anglunia for the best part of a week, before he was subdued at bow-point in a corner of Rannikko. Hauled before the Onsyr Sidja Foryel Goldnyr she demands an answer. He can’t really give one. She unwilling to give the order to execute him as its soon clear he never learned how to talk.

Most of his crimes either indicated either sheer misadventure or a desire to find something to eat and she couldn’t find it in her to condemn him. She ends up having him locked in the hold of Lauge Prinobot’s galleon, while she consults Panorh Panheddas-Penhator with what to do. Panorh takes an immediate interest in this mute warrior, and determines that if he can teach it to talk- maybe they’d get their answer as to why the Royal decree from Yinnower was given out to capture him.

Panorh began the slow process of teaching him, realising soon enough that his body was incapable of speech. However teaching him to read and write was quick, as he absorbed knowledge like a custard covered sponge. A fellow mute by the name of Plummeo helped teach him some common gestures to use, and to carry a slate and charcoal with him for complex requests. Sidja grew fond of him, trying to integrate him into Anglunian society once it was clear he wanted somewhere to stay away from Yinnower.