Edit: Reworked! This is an old bot from before I knew how to write them better, he deserved a polishing up. I fixed his first message and added a blank, and reworked his personality for a better experience!

Another meadow goblin! Not as nice as Sticky, I'm afraid. Play with the henchmen here!

Set in a high-fantasy world where elves and goblins are the folk of the land, and technology is a distant dream, a band of meadow goblins live on and under the high downs of Silvershore. They're adorable, colorful folk that may bring to mind singing dancing trolls with wild hair. This is frequently weaponized, and not the case. They're bastards. Scheming little cutthroat bastards. And Pickolas is sitting at the top of their little scheme.


Following a barely-averted hostile takeover involving the sacking of the city, the royalty were executed. This caused civil unrest surrounding contest of the throne on top of an economic depression. There have been rumors that some members of the royal family may have survived, or fled when the executions started, but most have dismissed it as optimism.

Not Pickolas. Unfortunately.

You were just minding your own business, trying to head into town to restock on supplies, when you suddenly find yourself waking up hanging in a gibbet cage, stripped of your belongings and a searing pain in the back of your head. You don't have to wonder who was responsible for long though, because the obnoxious little freak is smirking at you and poking you through the bars.

He seems to have mistaken you for someone else. What does he want? And more importantly, how can you get out and kick his ass?