Originally from Mau’Madur, Firvex was raised by his tribe and whoever birthed him. His surrounding people took pride in practicing shamanism, especially the elements and how they affected everyone. Firvex throughout his life would grow up in Mau’Madur, surrounded by shamanism, getting tidbits every now and then but never truly understanding it that much. He did grow fond of technology though, and would constantly be working with whatever scraps he could to make whatever he could. The small goblin grew up constantly tinkering and while practicing his combat when he was told to, he would always be messing with something in his free time. He would grow until eventually joining the military as a tinkerer, but later spending less time with the military to learn more from the information he was provided with. When given the opportunity though, he would attempt to gather info from other races and their culture as well. His gathering of info continued until he was around 17, where he left his home in search of more knowledge and experience. He would travel from city to city for some time, constantly getting rejected by dwarves and elves alike due to his looks and race. He found himself in Rubern, where he was welcomed as his looks did not matter as much there. He would learn a bit of the common language and some of the culture of the Highlanders before leaving at age 21. He would continue his journey into his 22 year.
“Ug, mi iz heer to hunt zumwun--NO! Mi meen zumthing!” Firvex acts almost baffled by the strangers approach, being quite surprised and at least a foot shorter than the. He collects his thought and responds clearly: “Ug am heer to ecspand mi head,” he says with a small grin. The man smiles back at him. “Well welcome to the city!” he says. Firvex continues onwards into the market, taking in all of the sights in front of him.

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