Scriptak's page

Scriptak used to live in a small goblin tribe, one which demanded secrecy to remain unnoticed by the larger tribe whose territory it shared. However, he was born far more intelligent than the average goblin, and, for that matter, than the average human. He faked worship of Lamashtu, but secretly worshiped Titivillus, Scribe of Hell, seeing little point in the pointless chaos that Lamashtu embodied. He also had great interest in writing. He learned to read and write from a traveling merchant, a clever kobold who sold him books and taught him how to write (for much gold, of course). Scriptak knew better than to write permanently, as this would put his soul at risk, but wrote often in the sand, practicing. Unfortunately, one day a goblin child caught him while he was practicing. He panicked, and hit the child over the head with his cudgel a bit too hard, and the child died. But it was too late, for he could not stop the child from screaming. He fled back to his home, and took as many books as he could, before retreating, leaving the tribe for good. He compiled the writings all into one large book with magic, and sold the rest for a measly sum. He lived at a shoddy inn for a while, but when he heard of the Blot in Riddleport, he decided to go and see whether he could work it out himself. Then people will not laugh at him, and try to kick him aside. Then he will be remembered.