The Lore of Arch-Magician Goober of the Realm

It was an overcast day outside, felt like fall should feel. A comfortable chill to the air. Just enough to enjoy a hot chocolate and campfire without being too cold. Goober saw the light blue smoke gently rising out of the thick forest canopy. He thought to himself
This must be the cabin the Mushroom meant that would be warm and it’s chimney beckoning with it’s blue signal
The Kobold Crossroads were perfectly situated as a pinch point between the Red Wizard’s, Calista and Allesar’s on one side and the the skyrook, Goblin’s, Marsh, Carnival and Thorn on the other side. And a straight shot road to the Quantum Shadow of course. Anyone wanting safe passage thru there needed to play friendly with The Horde. Goober smiled and grunted to himself
They always underestimate us! We’ve been here forever surrounded by youse and we still here stronger than ever! Thinkin they so smart. But whose played who??
Arch mage (Magikan) Goober of the Realm was now lowering his elevation. His career has quickly taken off as a Mage who can get things. Quickly gaining favor within the Sect.
These fools don’t even know! But we’ve seen how this ends. It’s fated. Done deal!

He circled the house a few times to observe, then pulled up in the front yard and strolled to the front door. Walking up the porched he looked over and saw a rooster off to the side looking at him menacingly. It stared at him reaching it’s two talons up to point at its eyes. “BA '' then turned the talons to point at Goober, ''GAWK `` ! He scratched his head confused.
Huh, that’s weird.

He opened the door and found the shroom sitting at the kitchen table with a mug of ale smiling expectantly. “Goober! Welcome my friend. Can I pour ya a pint?”. Goober smiled “You’re such a Fungi! Well I didn’t fly here fer nuttin!” He happily downed the mug with ease. Kobold after all. A moment of silence passed. “Well.. were you able to get it fer me?” Goober asked. “ Of course Goober! As always” he then gestured with an open palm to the Kobold. Goober plopped a heavy sack on the table with a hearty clink that would catch anyone’s attention. “Nice, as agreed” said the shroom “but you know what I really want!” Goober grinned “ Not fer sale, you know that ''. “Well how about I sweeten the pot? What’s your price Goober?” The shroom pressed. “Not fer sale. Kobolds don’t paperhand” He retorted. This time losing his grin and humor. The mushroom sighed and rose from his chair. “Well that’s too bad Goober. Because I have to have it. We can do this the easy or the hard way” He heard the door creek as two more mushrooms entered the kitchen from the living room. One holding a wooden staff, the other petting his blue rat.

SHIT!!

He turned to leave and the door locked itself. He looked at the window and the shutters slammed shut violently. He turned around sensing the betrayal at hand. The three Mushrooms had transformed into a thing of nightmare. Everything in the room darkened and faded away but them. Their heads changed colors from glowing red to blue to yellow to green to orange. Their eyes glowed like a candle.Smoke poured out of their ears. Goober backpedaled in shock. Nothing existed but them. No! This can’t be…. Their mouths full of fangs and fire escaped as the spoke. “ you will give it to us, Goober!!”. The statement hit him like a punch to the stomach and snapped him out of it. He closed his eyes and anger began to take over. He opened his eyes. “KOBOLDS………DON’T …….PAPERHAND!!!!!!” As he yelled energy flowed thru him and he held his arms out glowing blue and let out an icy blue lighting bolt towards the shrooms. The three raised their arms at the last second and met his bolt with bolts of their own nullifying his attack. “There are three of us, Kobold. You can’t win!” He reached into his pocket and grinned. He popped a couple mushrooms in his mouth and while still chewing asked “dat so?” The Kobold pulsated as he grew in size and mass till his ears were nearly touching the vaulted ceiling. He raised his arms again and began to hum with energy. His blue bolt shot out again bigger and faster than ever. The three shrooms tried again to parry but their energy was pushed backwards onto themselves. They began to scream and shrink. “Goober no” his former friend whimpered. Goober looked at 3 bitesized mushrooms, still smoking, laying on the ground across the kitchen. He walked over and grabbed them. As he popped them in his mouth he felt the power rush. Again he began to pulsate as he grew. He exploded through the top of the cabin laughing uncontrollably. Growing and growing as he began to rise over the forest canopy. Now a giant Kobold stood. Taller than the mightiest trees. He looked at the distant Battle Mage mountains and grinned. “I see you!” he bellowed and began to laugh again and turned around at the sound of breaking glass. Goober woke up.
What a crazy dream! I watched him die. We were there as he burned and soul transformed into another. He has no power in my dreams.

He frowned at the broken vase on the floor and the rose laying in a puddle of water. He looked up at the Crow perched in the open window. It looked at him. The crow pointed at its eyes “Ka”, then intensely pointed at the Kobold, “Kaw!” it squawked. Goober got up. “Yeah yeah. Stop eyeballing my stash!” he told the crow. “And you owe me something shiny now!!” The crow turned and flew off in protest. The Kobold smiled as he cleaned the mess. Today is gonna be a good day . He threw on his best white Tunic. Fancy! He opened a sack up the table. He admired the mushrooms, peyote, vials and trinkets laid out before him. “ Oh, the things we will do with these!!” he said aloud. He bundled them back up and gingerly picked up a special backpack. Inside it a large egg carefully wrapped in soft fluffy cotton to keep it safe in the bag. He had fulfilled the task he was charged with. Goober could hardly contain his excitement as he donned the backpack and grabbed his broom. His visit with The Sect would no doubt be epic. Our goals are within reach. Our time is now. Our plans shall come to fruition!!
And with that Goober mounted the broom and flew out his tower window ready for the dawn of a new adventure.

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