About Mugwort the Goblin
1.What set of circumstances found you in Port Peril at a tavern having a lively drink anyway?
Mugwort not in bar. Mugwort wait outside bar, make great plans to burn
bar down and kill many longshanks! Mugwort find half bottle rum, fall asleep. Bad men trip over great Mugwort, throw Mugwort on ship to eat rats. Mugwort like eat rats, not like ship. Too big! No place to run!
2.Are you the type who struggles against his chains as they are being put on or waits for an opportune moment to murder the jailer?
3.How do you see your character developing mechanically? Storywise?
4.Be ye a dirty scoundrel who would sell his mothers soul fer a farthing and a pint o' rum or be ye some heroic type who be thinking himself better 'n 'is fellow black hearted bastard?
5.THAR BE VOIKINGS OFF THE STARBOARD BOWWW!!! What do you do?
History and Tales of Mugwort:
Mugwort was not a typical goblin. He was smart, too smart for Big Chief Toeripper to allow to live. But he was also popular with the younger goblins, so killing him outright wasn't ideal, either. So Big Chief Toeripper made Mugwort Magic Quest Goblin and sent him off to find a three legged longshank. Mugwort, being easily impressionable and eager to prove his mightiness, went off on his quest. Following the river, he found a wrecked longboat, obviously brought there by the dead longshanks in the boat. The dead longshanks was a wealth of treasure: jaunty tricorn hat, oversized boots, yummy dead flesh and best of all, a battered, small musket.
Mugwort was entranced. The gun was loaded when Mugwort found it, and the siren call of its blast, the sudden destruction it wreaked upon the poor unfortunate heron that it hit was music to the gob's ears. He set about the most intense three weeks of his short life: learning the secrets of the gun and its magic powder. Aided by a terrible gift, the illustrated handwritten manual he found on the dead woman's body, he learned to mix and recognize the proper formula for gunpowder. After he had successfully mastered it, he burned the terrible book lest his horrible sin be revealed.
Now armed with a cannon, too large boots and a battered hat, Mugwort headed to the nearest town: Port Peril. Here he found a magic metropolis unlike any he had seen before! Treasures were piled in heaps by silly longshanks and then simply tossed into pits or burned! Perfectly good rotten food was thrown out! Barrels of ale-soaked wood were rolled into the streets, perfect for an enterprising young gob to eat and get smashed on! But the greatest treasure of all? A half empty bottle of rotgut rum, carelessly lost. It was during the intensive sleep after this drunken revel that Mugwort was tripped over by the press gang. Already dragging a few unfortunate souls to their new lives aboard ship, they recognized a good mouser when they saw it and threw the gob on top of the pile. The fact that his pockets were lined with black powder, a broken gun and a rather dashing hat was simply icing. Mugwort awoke on a ship, chained and imprisoned, his quest disrupted, his precious treasures lost. How much worse could things possibly get?!?
The Saga of the Wooden Leg
At least until the bunyip bit it off.
With a spray of blood, Mugwort fell backwards to see his leg gone below the knee and all the gobs fleeing into the swamp. It was a terrible loss for Mugwort, at least until he realized how much respect it garnered him among the younger gobs! After adding a peg leg scavenged from a broken ottoman, Mugwort became known as Big Pirate Mugwort! Little did he know how prophetic that name would become...
Item Price Weight
Studded Leather 25 10
Dogslicer 8 0.5
small blunderbuss 0 4
Gunsmith's Kit 15 2
10 bullets 10 0
10 handsfuls pellet 10 0
Powder horn 3 1
10 doses blackpowder 100 0
backpack 2 1
waterskin 1 4
flint and steel 1
lucky weasel teeth 0 1