RedCrow

RedCrow The Red One, Crow Daddy

Started fighting 2021
Started eventing 2022

Pronouns: He/Him/They

Realm: Frostwall

Unit: The Reapers

Race: Night Goblyn

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Lore

Born a Night Goblyn, Crow spent most of his early life within the City of Pandemonium. As many Night Goblyns do, he often explored the tunnels and passages that wind all around and through Pandemonium. One day, as he wandered deep within the twisting caves of the mountain, Crow stumbled upon a cavern full of odd mushrooms. Most of the mushrooms in Pandemonium had blue or greenish tints. These were vividly crimson red, as though they were covered in fresh blood. Curious about this new and clearly rare food, Crow picked one and ate it. It was delicious! So delicious, in fact, that Crow couldn’t help but eat a few more. And a few more after that. Eventually, he had consumed most of the scattered red mushrooms. As he began to reach for the last few bunches, he noticed something strange. His hand, once green, had turned nearly as crimson red as the mushrooms! Annoyed, he tried to brush off what he assumed were merely spores that had clung to his skin. They wouldn’t come off. Now slightly more concerned than annoyed or confused, Crow decided to speak to the elders of the Bad Moon tribe, hoping they would have answers as to what had happened—and know how to get the red coloring off.

As he approached the elders, the concerned looks on their faces worried Crow, as few things ever seemed to bother them. The elders asked Crow if he had consumed any weirdly colored mushrooms, and when he said he had, their expressions only darkened. They took Crow aside along with several heavily armed goblyns. As the group stepped into a secluded side cavern, two guards were ordered outside while the others were to surround Crow. This confused him, as he knew that he was a night goblyn like the rest of them. He had never seen such unrestrained malice shown toward one of their kind, only to outsiders and those few who broke the traditions of the tribe. With a dour tone, the elders explained the hostility.

“Dos ‘shrooms, dey be Bloodcaps. Under dem, bodies of dee Red Smiles. Traitors all, loyal to Baulk himself. Der insanity taint der corpses, so dey do not deserve to be consumed by dee Tribe, but left to rot. Bloodcaps bloom over dem, for dee Betrayer not want to be forgotten, an’ Bloodcaps always turn green… to red. Dat way all know dat dey be His. At first, we try to let dee red ones stay, but dey always… different… after eating. Dangerous. Too many turn to dee Betrayer’s worship an’ become Smiles demselves. Dis be why Smiles buried far away, in secret caves, so dee shrooms not be found, and taint others.” The Elder paused and grimaced at the youngling. “You. You be tainted now. Smile-prone. For dee safety an’ survival of dee Tribe… RedCrow, you be banished from Pandemonium. Find a way to turn red back to green, an’ maybe you come back. Until den…” With the wave of a hand, the elder who spoke ordered the guards to escort Crow, now called Redcrow, out of Pandemonium. RedCrow, in search of food and a home, began to wander. Eventually this led him out of the forest surrounding the mountain that housed Pandemonium. There he found a trail and followed it. Where there’s a trail there’s pinkies, and where there’s pinkies, there’s food. Soon he came upon a small village full of many creatures—mostly pinkies, but with some animals scattered about. RedCrow had never seen a village above ground like this. It was strange. Strange buildings, strange creatures, strange landscapes. But the strangest part was what seemed to be a market of some kind. There were markets in Pandemonium, yes, but those dealt mostly in food. This place had far more than that. Food, clothing, animals, and, perhaps most importantly, shinies. There were so many trinkets catching the midday sun’s light that RedCrow didn’t know where to look. Gemstones, jewelry, you name it. Before he could approach the market (to take what he wanted and kill whoever got in his way, naturally), he was tackled and pulled aside by... another goblyn! RedCrow was ready for more hostility, like the NightGoblyns had shown him as he was sent away, but this one didn’t seem to fear his red skin. The other goblyn explained that the village was heavily guarded by pinkies, and that going in with no disguise was a death sentence. But, if he could hide his monster-y appearance, he could enter and leave freely to trade. Trade?

It turned out that there was a far better way to get the shinies he desired. Trading for things would allow him to obtain them without being killed by guards. Though RedCrow protested, insisting that no number of guards would be enough to stop him, the other goblyn helped him see reason. If all the pinkies died, there would be no shipments of new shinies or any being crafted. Reluctantly, RedCrow agreed to try this “trade” idea. But first, the other goblyn explained, he would need to find a disguise.

A few dead pinkies who strayed a bit too far from the village and a couple ransacked caravans later, RedCrow had what he needed. He donned a wild array of colors to distract from his appearance and a nifty hat to hide his pointed ears. Combined he appeared as a pinkie, though a very strange one. Using this disguise, he snuck into many villages and cities, learning the ways of trade and acquiring an impressive array of trinkets as he went. He eventually earned the nickname of “The Fighting Fool” from the citizens of the places he visited, as his bright colored clothing and hat made him appear a bit like a jester, and his tendency to start barroom brawls became common knowledge.

Eventually RedCrow’s wandering led him to the north, where he came upon many scattered factions of various creatures trying to survive in the frigid area. Using his natural intellect and the negotiation skills he’d obtained through many moons of trade, RedCrow managed to unite the leaders of the various groups into one, which they called Frostwall. After spending time establishing the new settlement and ensuring its safety, RedCrow decided to continue to explore the area around Frostwall, looking for any sign of danger as well as potential allies.

During this period of exploration, Redcrow encountered perhaps the strangest creature he had ever seen: a great gray beast with large, jeweled teeth. The thing was busy eating something that was clearly freshly hunted, and when it caught sight of RedCrow—who braced for a fight—it gave a hearty welcome call and offered a portion of its meal to him in exchange for conversation. Though hesitant at first, RedCrow quickly became friends with the beast, named “Sawr of the Reapers” (whatever that meant). Eagerly, Sawr asked RedCrow to follow them, wanting to introduce him to these “Reapers”. Upon meeting them, RedCrow was welcomed into their band of merriment and chaos. Though he was confused by the peculiar collection of creatures–and more than a little suspicious at their swift acceptance of him–RedCrow had to admit that after being cast out from his Tribe, it was nice to have a group seem so genuinely happy to have him around. That feeling, combined with the promise of many new shinies as the Reapers continued their journeys, led RedCrow to agreeing to join them.

Now, RedCrow enjoys accompanying the Reapers on their adventures as they meet many people from all across the world. Though these ventures often lead him far from his home, he always returns to Frostwall to make sure all is well and to store his newly acquired baubles. When he joins the Reapers’ adventures, he always brings some of his trinkets and goods for trading with him and can often be found attending a stall filled with all kinds of things whenever the group gathers together. He’s also fond of consuming a wonderful thing called “alcohol” that the pinkie (or pinkie adjacent) beings of the Reapers introduced him to, then spilling as much blood as he can!

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Mottos or sayings: Hehehehehe

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