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<span class="mu-r">You</span> are Zith-Zi, goblin adventuress extraordi-fuckin’-aire. Or, well, you were. Now, sitting alone in the kitchen and awkwardly eating your porridge with a fork and knife like some hoity-toity humie, you can’t help my notice you’re clasping that cutlery with decidedly pinker fingers than you used to have—pink, and dainty, and delicate. Oh, nobody’s going to mistake you for a human anytime soon—not even a halfling, gnome, or dwarf—but you’re also not exactly a GOBLIN anymore are you? Not exactly Mama Zi’s bouncin’ baby girl?
Your mother never told you much about your father, growing up. There was no need: as the old saying goes, ‘a gob is a gob is a gob’. That is to say: goblins breed true. No matter who they fuck (or get fucked BY), if a goblin’s involved, it’s a goblin that pops out a few months later—pure of blood, green of skin, short on height and magical aptitude.
…And that was exactly the problem.
During your years-long career as an adventurer (well, okay, sometimes bandit, and once or twice debt-slave prostitute or reluctant trafficker), you’d come to develop a bit of an, ahem, AFFINITY for human guys; even almost boinked a half-elf one time, to your eternal inward embarrassment. Eventually, though, you got serious with one, from the big city. Problem was, he wasn’t just some sellsword—he was a NOBLE. Not, like, a BIG-DEAL noble, but ANY noble’s a bigger deal than some wasteland raider turned barely-legal merc. And so you went to your wizard friend—that half-elf you almost banged—and had him do a little magic…
And out popped your ‘sister’, who’s taking for-godsdamned-EVER upstairs. The evidence that your father was actually some kind of ambiguously-gendered occultist packing shapeshifted demon heat ‘down there’, which explained a lot in retrospect.
And out popped YOU, too. The NEW you.
You look down into you by-now empty bowl of porridge, catching your distorted reflection. You regard your features critically. You’ve been like this a few years now, but even so, some days, you barely recognize yourself. And that’s to say nothing of how other GOBS look at you! This chick you know coined the term ‘nilbog’, for what you are—like a goblin, backwards and upside down. Sometimes, that’s exactly how you feel: all turned around from what you once were.
Do you ever regret it? Even a little?
>Yes—in your heart, whatever changes you’ve made, you’re still a goblin for better and for worse[+Monster Empathy, -Humanoid Empathy]
>No—you never really felt at home among goblinkind, and you’re happy to be rid of the stigma[+Humanoid Empathy, -Monster Empathy]
>Write-in 