Brexit

Life hasn’t been so kind to this goblin. Born with a number, Seven ran away from home early after their sister’s death. Guilt has been skulking along with them ever since as they were responsible for the cause. After the kindhearted tiefling, Godswill picked them up from the streets, Seven had lived in the orphanage among other urchins. That was until a rowdy looking teenage orc piqued their interest. Clay was infamous for her far-fetched stories, and after a set of trials, she allowed the goblin to tag along. “Brexit suits you well. Sounds like the oozing metal that keeps the codpiece together” she said jokingly. And they adapted. But things got downhill after a while. Clay’s abusive and manipulative nature left Brexit broken. Thus revenge was due. They joined Bayli’s gang on purpose to steal from him, but in the end, it was a setup for Clay. And she was rightfully dealt with. Being in his debt Brex had no choice but to stay and continue to work for “Uncle”. He was a gracious man though. Gracious as a mob boss can be. “You have guts, kid. Learn how to keep ‘em.” So the rogue was sent to the Thieves and Assassins Guild to learn their felonious ways. Given by order, they were trained by the gang’s spymaster, Stalx. And the oldest tale in the book happened; mentor and apprentice fell in love. But fate is cruel – or maybe it is just the creator with a monster heart – and tragedy happened. A mission had gone wrong when Stalx’s group along with Brexit infiltrated the Paladin’s HQ in East Lannwrill, acting on Bayli’s will. The goal was to take a hold of a powerful artifact, and bring it back. However carelessness was the doom of the team, when their leader accidentally triggered the magical barrier around the fancy ballerina dress. Driven by the spell’s dementia, Stalx attracted the guards, that caused one of his teammate’s death. In the chaos, Brex had to make a choice. In the end, they slit their lover’s throat, to save themselves and the last member of the group. After the incident, the miserable goblin left Uncle’s side, and fell into a self-destructive state. But alcohol hasn’t given solace, the cut up veins didn’t ease the pain. Yet a pair of attentive ears, a few well spoken words, a smile from a dim memory have proven enough power for the goblin to live for another day. And now, they do everything for that person to hold up the faint light of happiness in their life.