Nanleuth

Nanleuth

Biographical information
Cerak At'Thul 17 Vagabond
Physical description
Half-Goblin/Half-Dwarf Male 4'10" 145lbs Black Black & Yellow Yellow
Political information
Raider / Thief
Out-of-character information
Battle Cry Goblin - MTG

A goblin without a tribe, freed of slavery.

Appearance

Nanleuth's frame defied the expectations for his kind, standing tall, solid, and stocky. At a cursory glance, one might easily mistake him for an undersized Hobgoblin. His musculature, a living testament to his unique lineage, surpassed even the mightiest of his Goblin brethren. In both stature and build, he bore a striking resemblance to a robust human, an anomaly amidst the spindly and wiry Goblins that scurried through the cavernous realms.

Nanleuth's skin bore a pale yellowish hue, typical of Golbin in the region. His dark black hair, shorn at the sides, formed a braided cascade from the base of his skull to his broad shoulders. His facial features were quintessentially Goblin, with a prominent nose and large, enigmatic black eyes with yellow irises that shone like twin lanterns in the gloom and cat-like black pupils, hinting at a predatory nature lurking within.

In terms of attire, Nanleuth was typical of Goblin kind. His garb consisted of crude leather clothing, comprising a tunic and layered loincloth. A collection of inexpensive blades rested within a red sash, securely fastened around his waist. Thin red bands encircled his biceps, a subtle adornment amidst the rugged attire. On his forearms, hardened leather vambraces provided protection. In keeping with Goblin tradition, his feet remained bare.

Skills and Abilities

Unique Lineage: His physicality was unique, robust and sturdy, yet graced with the swiftness and nimbleness of a Goblin. In the manner of Dwarven ancestors, he boasted a fortitude that surpassed most humans, and his raw strength rivaled the mightiest of their kind. Yet, like a Goblin born of stealth, he moved with a grace that betrayed no sound, and his reactions were as quick as a striking viper.

This singular blend of attributes, however, bore a distinctive flaw – a dearth of natural endurance. His physique was akin to a volatile explosion of energy, capable of astonishing athletic feats, but it came at a cost. Nanleuth tired more swiftly than either his Goblin or Dwarven counterparts, his vigor a brief, intense blaze rather than a steady, enduring flame. The potential to harness and refine his unique gifts through disciplined training existed, yet alas, such knowledge of proper fitness eluded the world of Goblins.

Brutal Life: For the initial fifteen years of his turbulent life, Nanleuth knew nothing but the harsh toil of a labor slave. It was a relentless existence, where the weight of suffering forged in him a mental fortitude seldom seen among Goblins. Fear, it seemed, had abandoned him entirely. The lash of cruelty, wielded by the merciless hand of Cerak At'Thul, sought to break spirits, but in Nanleuth, it only kindled an unyielding fire.

In such a harsh crucible, there existed two outcomes - either one would crumble, shattered by the weight of oppression, or they would emerge as something altogether different, something fierce and unrelenting. Nanleuth embodied the latter. He was a creature untouched by the shadow of fear, immune to the menace of pain. The world under the relentless whip of Cerak At'Thul, had forged him into a being of brutality and unwavering resolve.

Brawler: In the world of combat, Nanleuth was a novice, untrained and inexperienced. His grip on a sword resembled that of a club, a crude instrument in the hands of a Goblin who had transitioned from the life of a slave to that of a raider and mercenary. In the realm of Goblin warriors, he wasn't entirely atypical - an amateur without the finesse born of experience.

Compared to his kin Nanleuth had an advantage. His physical prowess set him apart, a force to be reckoned with. Where other Goblins were frail and awkward, he was gifted with an imposing physique. In battle, he relied on this inherent might, coupled with raw aggression, to achieve his victories.

In many confrontations, especially against poorly trained conscripts, novice adventurers, or helpless villagers, Nanleuth unleashed a torrent of brutal violence. His strikes were swift and devastating, an unending barrage of exceptionally fast and ferociously powerful blows that overwhelmed his adversaries. To them, he was like a tempest of destruction, an unstoppable force that left chaos in its wake.

However, those with true skill knew the secret to countering Nanleuth's wild aggression. They could bait his explosive athleticism, patiently time their responses, and exploit his lack of refined technique. Against such opponents, Nanleuth's raw power and untrained ferocity could prove his own undoing, a vulnerability waiting to be exposed in the dance of combat.

Personality

Inexperienced and uneducated, Nanleuth stood as little more than a barbarian, an archetype of the typical Goblin in the eyes of most, perceived as cruel and ignorant. In many aspects, this characterization held true, but there were depths to Nanleuth that transcended the common perception.

While he did not shy away from raiding when necessity dictated, he was far from senselessly cruel. His proclivity for violence arose primarily when his attempts at theft encountered resistance. Notably, Nanleuth possessed an exceptional, if sometimes foolishly fearless, bravery that set him apart from his peers.

Although the world often met him with immediate hostility, driven by the infamous reputation of his Goblin lineage, Nanleuth was not inherently aggressive toward others unless provoked. A raider by necessity, he sought survival rather than conquest. In encounters where his basic needs were met without conflict, he displayed an almost friendly demeanor, a keen curiosity about the lives and societies of those he encountered.

A peculiar quirk in Nanleuth's character was his fascination with animals, an interest that extended to a soft spot for small, "cute" creatures. Domesticated breeds, such as dogs and cats, held a special place in his heart. He harbored aspirations to acquire a pet, mirroring what he had observed among humans. An attempt to steal a dog had been made, though a painful bite served as a harsh reminder of the gap between his world and theirs.

As a newly freed being, Nanleuth wandered aimlessly, a blank slate upon which the future would write its narrative. His evolving personality would be molded and shaped by the encounters that lay ahead. Would he become a cruel Goblin warlord, or was there the potential for something altogether different? Only time, and the unfolding of his journey, would reveal the path that awaited him.

Biography & Lore

Nanleuth's tale began in the cruel shadow of a fateful event, a birth that ushered him into a world of bondage. Mere hours after his emergence into this harsh realm, he found himself in the clutches of slavers, the identity of his parents and their lineage shrouded in the murky depths of the unknown.

From that moment onward, his existence was defined by the relentless whip of Cerak At'Thul, a figure of torment and power. Nanleuth's uncommon size and robust build, rare among Goblins, made him a prized asset for grueling labor.

For a dozen long years, this was the rhythm of his life - servitude beneath a merciless master. But fate, as twisted as it often is, would soon unveil a glimmer of hope. Sold to a slave ship captain, Nanleuth was consigned to the grim existence of a rower, chained below deck on a vast vessel. His world shrank to the confines of his oar, with little hope of glimpsing sunlight for weeks on end.

For five interminable years, he toiled, his existence confined to the oppressive gloom of the slave pits or the brutal solitude of the ship's belly. Then, on a fateful evening at the mouth of the Baal-Asha River, destiny took a different turn. The ship ran aground, and Nanleuth found himself disembarked to assist in freeing the vessel from the sand dune.

Yet, he defied the cruel hand of fate. Instead of pushing the boat, he embraced the river's embrace, surrendering to its current. He did not know how to swim, but it mattered not; the allure of freedom overcame any instinct for self-preservation. The surging waters battered him against unforgiving rocks, nearly drowning him countless times as he fought to reach the shore. Miles passed, and his wild struggles proved futile against the relentless white water.

Then, in another twist of fate, fortune smiled upon him. A rock, worn smooth by the relentless current, allowed him to stand knee-deep in the raging waters. Summoning every ounce of his strength, he leaped, landing on the eastern river bank.

Over the subsequent six months, Nanleuth's life unfurled amidst the wilds of Amol-Kalit. He traversed the terrain, occasionally raiding small villages as he charted a course ever northeastward, unknowingly making his way toward the Aberresai Savannah. In his wake, he left tales of thievery, raiding, and rumors of a "giant" Goblin, a figure of defiance against the harsh hand of fate, forging his own legend amidst the tumultuous tide of his newfound freedom.

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