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<span class="mu-r">You</span> are Zith-Zi, though your present company know you as Zena Youngtree. Born a goblin, you underwent a ritual which transformed you inside and out, gifting you a new soul and body. Your sun-weathered green hide was dyed a pearlescent pink, your wrinkles smoothed and liver-spots rendered into pretty freckles. Your soulless goblin heart was implanted with magic—fairy magic, the ancient art of the elves—and made <span class="mu-r">PRISMASTIC</span>…
But what of your heart?
You sometimes wonder about that. If your body’s been transformed, and your soul is freshly-formed, why does your heart still carry the weight of your years of strife and struggle? Why do you still weep at night, sometimes, worried that you will never be worthy of anything better than a goblin’s lot—brutal, short, with an ugly end?
And if you DO deserve better, can DO better… What about your goblin companions, like An-Yii and Yeb-Uit?
What about Carazzi—or Cara-Zi, or just ‘Cara’ in this mixed company—the demon-spirited goblinoid who was cut from you like a cancer when you were made beautiful and whole?
You spent years of your life in the foothills of the Bloodrise Mountain, in a shanty-shack in new Goblintown, trying to make sense of that. You decided that you were done with whatever lingering responsibility you had to ‘your people’, then. As a ‘nilbog’, you were goblin no longer, and you took the most useful of the bunch—plus Khorine the Faun, an orphaned goat-girl you meta long the way—and set out to make your future and to PROVE your merit!
Together, and with the aid of some unlikely allies, you rooted out and routed a darkly-enchanted cave-drake turned fifty foot lake monster. Though you split the reward a great many ways, you ALSO earned an opportunity to make some proper coin mile away, aiding the dwarven corporation Treasuretrove incorporated—or, at least, their contracted adventured called ‘The Delvers’—in finding and fishing out of the ancient earth a lost treasure of their race’s fallen empire.
But… Why?
