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About Snotgrub

Snotgrub began life as a slave. He and several other goblins were owned by a wicked half-orc caravan drover and slaver. Life was not easy for Snotgrub, as a whelp, he was assigned to clean up after the animals and various other boring tasks. He was whipped often, usually for no reason. Though he feared the whip, he learned of its power and watched his master skillfully wield it. One day a group of adventurers raided the caravan and killed the guards and his master, freeing the slaves. Snotgrub hid in a pile of filth until the slaughter ended. As he was trying to sneak away, an observant monk grabbed snotgrub and was able to speak to him in Goblin. He told Snotgrub that he would not kill him but would take him with him to a new place and he would no longer be a slave. This sounded better to Snotgrub than cleaning up after nasty horses.

The monks renamed him "Charles". Life at the monastic temple was hard, but not as hard as being a slave for a Half-Orc Slaver. He was no longer whipped, and the monks taught him many things. Though tiny, Snotgrub had always been pretty strong and quite agile, and had a small sense of intuition. The monks taught him their strange way of fighting and were amazed that Snotgrub was able to master their style.

They taught him many other things, or tried to at least. He helped for a time in the smithy as well as in the garden although not very successfully. Eventually they put him in charge of protecting their scrolls of stories, songs and paintings. Such a level of trust was unheard of for Snotgrub, and he treated it as a very important task. In addition it was rather peaceful and he could be alone with his thoughts, such as they were. After a period of many months, the monk temple was attacked by a rival, stronger temple. Snotgrub fought alongside his fellow monks, but when defeat seemed likely he slinked off into the shadows ashamed. As he escaped, he watched the temple burn in the background. Though the fire was impressive, he felt great anger inside. He wandered the wilds for a long time and eventually found his way into a tribe of goblins. Happy they did not kill or eat him, he was allowed to join since he had knowledge of humans. Even though, he is always paranoid they may eat him or kill him in his sleep. Having lived away from other goblins for so long, the transition was difficult, and still the order and challenging regimen of the monastery is ingrained in him. He has taken to practicing with the whip often lately, and plots his revenge on the rival monk order, which he has learned has a small temple in Sandpoint.

Having been raised in an atypical goblin environment, Snotgrub, does not necessarily share many of the normal goblins loves or hates. He is ok with writing and runes and even enjoys looking at scrolls and paintings. He still does not like horses or dogs ( this must be deeply ingrained) and can appreciate a nice fire. He is a bit more civilized and hasn't eaten any people or view them as food.

Snotgrub is a small goblin and has a strange blotchy mottled appearance, similar to a pile of sticks, dead leaves and rockpiles. His skin is covered with hundreds of scars from being whipped often as a slave. In truth he is fairly hideous to behold although he blends in well and is fairly quiet, even meek at times. He interacts poorly with most, and tries to avoid complex conversation. The monks taught him to meditate and he prefers to sit alone with his thoughts, trying to determine his place in the world. Deep down, he has an angry side, and harbors some latent goblin cruelty. Though unaware of it, he tries to be a better person, thankful to the monks who gave him a second chance.

Class: Monk 1 (Maneuver Master Archetype)
Alignment: LN
Race: Goblin
Size : Small
Init +5; Senses Perception +1, darkvision 60'