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Olo dreamt only of wealth, of being well off and living in a big mansion with servants and fine food, but only dreams they were for an orphan street urchin.

Olo spent his days as a petty thief and gang member buy protection where he could and stealing pawning whatever he could steal for gold. He was actually starting to make a name for himself on the fateful day. Spending the night in the dungeon after getting caught for filching food by a gaurd, there was a comotion outside the keep and then he was alone, for days he saw no one, the gaurds didn't feed him and hunger drove him to attempt escape. Looking out of his dungeon cell window, a task that took some doing for the three foot halfling, he watched in horror as the townsfolk devoured one another. Escaping the cell he found himself pressed to survive.

Always the optimist, Olo decided to look at it this way, this leveled the field, he no longer had to climb the societal ladder, all he had to do was own the most rescources and he would be richest in the land. He has had to steal some things from people who probably died there after but hey survival of the fittest, it bothered him a little though. Survivning alone he made his way to an abandoned inn...

Ikkthod rummaged through various vials and tomes hurriedly inspecting any little tidbit he found. Bear claw, no no no. Feathers, feathers, eyeball, no. he thought wetting the gnoll eyeball in his mouth and setting it aside. He had a box of Quarble toes in this cave somewhere. Ikkthod’s searching became more frantic as he moved from the shoddily constructed wooden table that his lab was set upon, the table often gave him splinters but he ignored them. Worrying something fierce, he stepped outside his small mountain cave, it’s inside lit with torches, and shouted at the treeling ”I know you’re out there Quarbles!” he screamed. Where WERE those toes? he needed them for the wards.

Ikkthod didn’t mind his life in exile, or at least he hadn’t until the confounded Quarbles. The others were jealous of his intelligence he was smarter than most humans, which gave him a Godlike intellect among the goblins. He could read write and speak in several different languages, admittedly this had happened nearly by accident, Ikkthod had been strolling along one day and he found the corpse of an Elven wizard in the woods, he then proceeded to do the only reasonable thing that all goblins would have done in his place, eat the contents of the wizard’s pack. He had woken up the next day with a new view on life, and a sharp mind, his previous love for destruction and explosions now had many new possibilities. After burning down five huts, poisoning several of his fellow goblins, and starting a massive forest fire, the chief had exiled Ikkthod. Feeling disenfranchised, Ikkthod traveled to the nearest city to attempt and join a school, that hadn’t gone over too well, those guards would remember him though.

After that, Ikkthod built a small home in a cave, and had lived peacefully, gathering components, stealing books from travelers if he could, testing his bombs on horses, dogs, and more often available, deer. Until the Quarbles showed up, little things at first moving things when he wasn’t looking until they actively stood outside his cave making Quarble calls, though everytime he ran out, they had scattered. Ikkthod HATED Quarbles, he would blow them all to bits and harvest their toes!