#fallcrest

Alrighty! Meet Greenie, full name Gwenfrewi Godschild.

Species: Verdan Goblin. Also variable. Her life is complicated right now.

Occupation: Cleric (trickery and chaos), healer, and fortune teller. Also currently ceiling painter, spy, and professional voice in head.

A person named Godschild would normally bring to mind luck, prosperity, importance, reverence. For the Verdan it labels those children who have too strong a connection to That Which Endures. Greenie lost her clan and her name for the chaos that followed in her wake as a child. Sent into the wilds of the Underdark once she came of age, she found her way to the surface. She fostered her craft, able to somewhat warp the weft of fate, and she found a teacher in a certain older, no less bratty, horrible little blond aasimar. The threads of fate are complicated.

She flitted from place to place, never welcome for too long- folks are suspicious of goblins and more so of goblins who can't keep the same face from day to day. On the road, she found her first companions- Selbi, River, Irax, and Pyr. Unfortunately, the party was brought to an abrupt end on one ill-fated excursion in a lich's old lab. Greenie was killed by a room with teeth. She still doesn't fully trust sparse furnishings. Even more unfortunately, the lich took an interest in her corpse in particular, seeing it as an academic curiosity in the study of chaos. He decoupled the shape of her soul even further, stoking the chaos within her until she could not maintain even the same species from day to day. When he grew bored, he disposed of her, returning her in the form of a (surprisingly lethal) potted plant to Selbi.

Misadventure led to misadventure, she struck up a firm... well, it's hard to describe... with a tabaxi man named Dust. And now, after a rather inadvisable bout of goblin curiosity, her body is stuck to his ceiling and her soul lives inside his head. They have a good relationship, she can still do the things she loves, and when he needs privacy she can shunt herself back into her body and paint the ceilings for an hour or so.

DM: Okay, you go to the city of Fallcrest.

Celestial Cascade: The shitty town with the Jarl everyone hates?