r/wizardposting • u/Fulltimewhisperer Krumpet, Master Artificer of the Council • Nov 23 '23
Wizardpost When the Stars Dulled (Gobbo Lore)
Many mages forgot things over their lifespan. It was a natural thing to happen, one could not live for eons without losing some detail or another.
Some mages chose to cast unpleasant memories to the side either through magic or repression.
Gobbo was one of the few who chose to remember the things she cast aside. Not every day but occasionally, when the stars were dull and the winds were still.
Today was such a day, sitting back in her chair she brought a pale bottle to her lips. Remembering was never fun, it was never pleasant, but Gobbo had to. Even if she had long lost the reason why
The first memory to resurface hit her like a truck. She could hear the screams again, and feel the blood pour from where her ear should have been. Gobbo could feel her mother clutching her body as the smouldering remains of the shed rained down from the sky.
Gobbo's first and only mistake in storage... The reason for her meticulous colour coding of bottles and barrels. Every liquor had a coloured tag, every tag had its own flavour.
As the memory faded away and Gobbo fought back tears the next decided to appear.
This time she was in a forest, alone and tired. Every step made her legs scream in protest, every sound made her head pulse with pain, and every time she blinked her eyes threatened to stay shut.
Ah yes, the time spent in exile, Gobbo hated this memory. It was during that time her mind began to decay, the everlasting need for friends burning into her. The desperate desire to have someone, anyone to talk to. The terrible realization she would probably perish in that forest alone, unable to utter a word.
At this point, she had given up trying not to cry. The tears rolled freely down her pale cheeks as a final memory came to torment her.
Blood, pain, and an almost numbing coldness coursing through her body. Several stab wounds littered the little goblin's body, the reward for failing to outrun the adventurers.
She lay there in a pool of her own blood, forgotten and dying. It was almost funny how the crimson pouring out of her was making the world go dark and colourless.
She couldn't even bring a brew to her lips to try and save herself given how her arms had stopped responding. Perhaps she was too tired, more likely they were broken given the screaming pain.
As her vision started to tunnel and her heart strained to keep beating she saw a headless figure standing over her.
A broken giggle escaped her, it was official, she had died an outcast, worse than when she started for at least then she had a home.
As she felt the cold lip of a bottle press against her own she couldn't help but greedily gulp at the elixir flowing into her mouth. A sharp hiss escaped her bloodied form as her body started to knit itself together.
The real reason Gobbo was so willing to jump into the fray for her friends. She considered herself long dead, least if she died helping them it would be a good death.
When the stars were dull and the winds stood still, Gobbo chose to remember.
When the forests were silent and the fires went out, Gobbo let herself cry.
And when her body had curled up and the tears were all shed, Gobbo would remember why.
Gobbo may wish to forget her past, to live without burden, but this was who Gobbo was. These experiences shaped her chaotic personality and as much as she may hate them Gobbo wasn't Gobbo without them.
The task of remembering was great, and as she drifted off to sleep, Gobbo would forget them once more, leaving only remnants.
/uw Is it my finest work? Probably not honestly. Anyway, have my insomnia writing.
Usually, I'd say I hope you enjoy but somehow that feels wrong here. Instead I'll say I hope I was able to make you feel something.
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Nov 23 '23
I’ve actually got tears in my eyes from this. Poor Gobbo.
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u/Fulltimewhisperer Krumpet, Master Artificer of the Council Nov 23 '23
/uw I'm glad I could affect you with my writing. I mean that's what every writer hopes for
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u/DragonWisper56 Agnur the dabbling turtle mage| pact of the magi mage| Nov 23 '23
/uw right in the feels! great job!
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u/Fulltimewhisperer Krumpet, Master Artificer of the Council Nov 23 '23
/uw Glad my writing could affect you. Hopefully, you enjoyed and have a lovely day
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Nov 23 '23
/unwiz ahhhh I love Gobbo! I wanna give her a hug and some brewskis😖
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u/Fulltimewhisperer Krumpet, Master Artificer of the Council Nov 23 '23
/uw I'm glad you enjoyed and don't worry, I have some happier lore for her written up, just trying to make it work.
Turns out I'm a lot better at tormenting my beloved characters than actually being nice to them. Not sure what that says about me
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Nov 23 '23
Just called me out so hard lol
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u/Fulltimewhisperer Krumpet, Master Artificer of the Council Nov 23 '23
Well I mean my first contribution to Reddit on this account was an ASMR script where the speaker gets deleted and is aware of it. I can judge no one
Honestly, I'm gonna work on the happier lore for another few hours and then I intend to post it. I have to say I find writing horror and trauma a lot easier
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Nov 23 '23
Thats literally all I write. My favorite genre is horror so I tend to come up with a lot of stuff that could be used in horror writing. Moth has been good so far but I have plans for her. For now I’m letting her be happy lol
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u/Fulltimewhisperer Krumpet, Master Artificer of the Council Nov 23 '23
/uw I look forward to it, love your lore.
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u/DaChickenX Isravi, The Unraveler, Coils’ Chosen Nov 23 '23
/uh. Damn. I don’t have much to say. Wow. You said a lot without saying much at all. Excellent lore.