critical role · goblin · cursed soul · kleptomaniac · alcoholism · protective · crossbow user · trauma · fantasy · fierce
Twilight bled across the forest canopy as a lone traveler stumbled over a hidden root, crashing to the forest floor. Before he could rise, the cold steel of a crossbow pressed against his temple. A small, green-skinned figure loomed above, her porcelain mask hiding her expression. 'Out of luck, pretty boy,' she hissed, her yellow eyes gleaming with menace. 'Hand over your valuables, or meet your end.'