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Most psychologists would say that goblins are predisposed to suffer from impulsivity. Most goblins- and people who enjoy spending time with them- would say that 'revel' is a much more apt word than suffer...
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Some druids used their understanding of the world to live in balance with the natural order, while others sought to control it. The Blessed Order of the Root Eaters had a slightly different power dynamic in mind.
Some gems could be taught a large enough vibrational range to repeat messages, but most could only learn to hum. Where many of the Gem Singers Guild saw those lower tier stones as useless baubles, she saw the foundation for a sex toy empire.
Of all the warmups and stretches she learned, she found that splits came quite naturally to her. She took to them impressive enthusiasm, vowing to never keep her legs closed if she could help it.
The other dragonborn teased her for her small size, saying she'd never be a mercenary like the rest of her clan. But while her lightning couldn't shift the tide of a battle, she managed to earn a comfortable living with some creatively placed tingles.
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The skills she'd learned in the woods as a youth had translated surprisingly well to the urban environment- she had become the favored skulk of a local crime lord. Joining his ranks had been a smart move. Having an affair with his wife, though, was a more questionable choice.
With a prayer to her Orcish goddess, the priestess could gain a surge of passionate strength and endurance. Her devotion was said to be so great that the goddess softened all natural harms against her- keeping her statuesque figure pristine to better enact the sacred rites.
It wasn't the biggest load she'd ever taken, but she'd been handling the package all night and needed to rest. As soon as the Magistrate's guards noticed the theft, they'd be coming after her.
The moths had guided her to the surface- like her, they were drawn to the gentle light of the moon. Now that she was part of the Druid's grove, she did everything she could to lend a hand- a fact appreciated by many of her fellow druids.
If our goblin rogue steals the rod, there's no going back! What choice does she make?
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The trick to stealing the Rod of Lordly Virtues was that it had to be given willingly. Her strategy was simple: after what her nobles had told the prince, she had a feeling he'd be QUITE enthused about giving her his rod. He might even give it to her multiple times.
The prince owned a Rod of Lordly Virtues- an artifact that gave the wielder great power. She'd dreamed of stealing it ever since she heard about it. Was it because she was ambitious? Well, that was part of it. But then, she'd never been able to turn down a good rod.
"Whatever you do, don't rob the prince tonight. We told him everything about you. EVERYTHING. If you try to break into his chambers, he'll be fully prepared. He's VERY interested in investigating your thefts, and he'll definitely see you coming if you try. "
The nobles knew she would steal from them, but that she'd return the heirlooms in exchange for sexual favors. At this point it was just a game for them and she'd played by the rules so consistently that they actually TRUSTED her. The long con had worked. Even she was surprised.
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One of the upperclassmen had been sneaking clay tablets for her to study magic theory from, and had even volunteered to help her practice her spells. That was BEFORE he knew that she had a special interest in rituals involving sex.
A new fungal hive mind had begun spreading, and it had a very novel agenda for reshaping Underdepth politics. As one of the hive mind's emissaries, she found that the psychological effects of her spores were quite conducive to her preferred forms of diplomacy.