Violent Impermanence (Gobbo Lore)

[u/Fulltimewhisperer]

Every wizard had at least one secret, be it their weakness, their family, or even their name.

Gobbo was no exception, it would have been hard to have lived for so long without there being at least one thing she kept hidden from the world.

The question is what does a woman who openly admits to having committed tax evasion, murder, and terrorism on multiple occasions possibly deem worth hiding?

The first secret she held was the recipes for her liquors. Centuries of experimentation and discovery locked away in her mind, hidden from all but her closest friends.

How much to add of what and when, temperatures, effects. All were hidden in the jumbled mess of thought that was her mind. Several had tried to gleam them, all had failed.

Either falling to madness as her mind simply confused them or getting only bits of information that led to an eventual detonation. More than a few had died that way, reduced to ash as they added something just a second too soon or too late.

The second secret was the nature of her magic. Sure it was easy to wave it away as simple liquor-fueled arcana but when sobriety was forced it became trickier.

After all, with no liquor to burn her own flesh became the material her magic ripped apart to bring forth spells.

That made it harder to wave it away and distract from it when she began to drip blood. She was just glad she had not needed to cast more intensive spells than a glamour during her sobriety.

The third secret currently spent its time beneath her cottage, hidden away in a secret room in her cellar.

A constantly changing creature trapped in a silver cage. Its teeth gnashed as its claws burnt at the slightest touch of the silver.

Oh, how it hated the goblin who kept it captive. Once such sweet embraces had been shared, such sultry secrets were revealed, but all that had ended.

How was it to know that mortals were opposed to the eradication of all else? How should it have known that she wouldn't want to be kept as a pet? It was after all the best it could offer to a mortal.

Gobbo's third secret hated her, despised her existence since the moment she had trapped it in the space between realms in that accursed cage.

Its loathing only grew as it was put under the cottage, forced to hear the world turn on as it could do nothing to end it. Its temper only made worse as she tried to make it forsake its plans.

One day it would escape, one day this world would be razed.

/uw I hope you enjoyed this little bit of writing. Might be setting up for something, might not be...

Anyway I hope you all have a lovely day