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25 posts. Alias of Epic Kobold.


Full Name

Isz'd Flounderbag Kickaholeinthesoup

Race

Goblin

Classes/Levels

Rogue 1

Gender

Male

Size

Sm (3' tall) (30 lbs)

Age

25

Special Abilities

Darkvision 60, Trapfinding, Sneak Attack

Alignment

CN

Deity

Jenna Haze

Location

Right behind you

Languages

Goblin, Common, Orc, Draconic, Dwarven

Occupation

"Goblin" really covers it

Strength 8
Dexterity 21
Constitution 13
Intelligence 16
Wisdom 8
Charisma 8

About Isz the Mad

It was a balmy day in August when Isz was born. His childhood was fairly typical. Singing songs, chasing bugs and eating the slower kids in his tribe. He grew up as a real Goblin's Goblin. One day while exploring a carriage he found under the corpse of a driver he had been hacking up he found a chest full of mushrooms. He consumed them, of course and fell asleep in the chest. The next 48 hours of his life were filled with a series of fascinating and terrifying images. (Something akin to having the secrets of the universe whispered in your ear while you're being forced to watch the star wars holiday special.) He came too wandering the desert over ten thousand miles from home and and muttering all the dialogue from the third season of South Park. He bore a tattoo over most of his back that consisted of the lyrics to "Across the Universe" by the Beatles, as well as armor and gear that (apparently) came from a Halfling. His brain was and is forever linked to the multiverse, but like a small hole in a mighty dam, only so much can leak thrugh at a time...all be it with great force. He tends to ramble and make references to things that make no sense in the world around him.
Unable to return home due to distance as well as the curse of being marked with words, he settled into his new life. Wandering, raiding and generally living like a goblin. He brags about the day he ate an entire camel or the time he tricked a wizard into setting his own familiar on fire, or the instance when he built a suit of mechanized and weaponized armor under the nose of terrorists that were holding him hostage, eventually fighting crime as Iron ma...no, wait, that one's not right.
One day he made the fatal mistake of underestimating the weight of a sack of gold he was stealing from a basket weaver's outlet and found himself quite pinned, and eventually captured. The authorities sold him into slavery to an alchemical supply lab, where he made deliveries to all the alchemists in the region, often befriending those he found in a position of forced assistance he found at these places. It's at this time he learned the value of working with a group.
To win his freedom, he challenged the lab owner to a contest of skill. Isz claimed he could create a solution that would cause the bald to regrow their hair faster than his owner could. Both contestants were hunched over the work table long into the night. The lab owner first did some research in one of his many tomes than carefully mixed chemicals while uttering mystical words. Isz took a different approach, one honored by Goblin mages for generations. He stabbed his owner in the back 87 times and set the lab on fire, burning the books first.
He escaped into the night, joining up with the first adventuring party he could find.