Rikristen, The Misjudged
Rikristen was a goblin like any other goblin in the world of Azuras , but something happened to him, something no one would ever understand or truly know. Even though his story had be burned from any archive, through the power of interaction only a few words and whisper had remain. Some, talked very highly of him while others would only be there to discriminate him or belittle his self-proclaimed purpose. Such is the faith of any being trying to achieve something bigger than themselves. Rikristen was no god, no martyr, he did not ask for praise or forgiveness and as far as the world of Azura knows Rikristen wanted to stray away from his Goblins n' Orcs brethren and live a cynic lifestyle. "If you see him wondering do not be afraid of his appearance, he might be a goblin but his heart is made of gold." is the last thing an elder will say talking about him around the campfire. There is little more to tell of Rikristen, for his tale is not yet finished. Somewhere out there, he continues to write his own story. Perhaps one day, we will learn the entire truth.
The traveler has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?” She begins, then pauses to study their face— “Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
"Thank you for having me, my travels have exhausted me..." Said the Traveler while trying to sit into the human made chair "I have given my self the name Rikristen, i have a place to call home but i was forced to forget it my kind lady and my purpose..." a small sigh escaped from his mouth "My purpose was misjudged before i was even given the chance to achieve it, but it matters not as i am still able to enjoy your hospitality, the beautiful scents of your candles and the ability to one day achieve what was taken from me" Said Rikristen with passion in his eyes, the room filled with warmness, the old hag smiled, he didn’t comment or react any differently because of her appearance, he saw her hospitality and acceptance as a friend he knew a long time and talked to her as such, trusting her and opening up like two children that have nothing to hide from one another. Before she was able to question his purpose, Rikristen pulled from his inventory a small doll, with black button for eyes, a beautiful purple dress with a golden outline and hay for hair "It reminds of you, you can keep it!" Without an actual answer to her question she understood his purpose by his actions.
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