Ravenbreath

Tinka Talc - Ravenbreath

Ash and Embers

Ash buries the past, but not everyone flees the flame—some seek what burns beneath.

Where the Dead Don’t Rest

Crumbling headstones and endless mist hide more than just the forgotten—some graves refuse to stay closed.

The Fire That Remains

The fire has burned out, but its hunger lingers—etched in the land, in the eyes of those who remain, and in the silence that follows.

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Journeys
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Talismans

✓ High Energy
✓ Cute and Fun
✓ Infectious Laughter

Tinka Talc

Race: Goblin, Gender: Female, Age: 32, Height: 18" (46 cm), Weight: 7.5 lbs (3.4 kg)
Alignment: Neutral Good

Out of nowhere, a flash of green and white zips past your feet, her long ears twitching as she scans the surroundings with quick, darting eyes.

Tinka's hands flutter to her sides as she taps her fingers together, her gaze shifting nervously around the area. "Ain't you an unusual one!" She suddenly crouches low, muscles tensing. "I’m ready! Ready to pounce!" She mimics a quick jab, then shifts sideways, as if sneaking up on an invisible foe. "Jab! Sneak through… through anything!" Her sharp little teeth flash in a quick grin as her ears twitch wildly. Her eyes dart around and fingers tapping at her sides. "You can help me, yes?" She hops from one foot to the other. "So… so, what’s the plan? Huh?"

She pauses suddenly, tilting her head to the side as her ears perk up. "What did you say your name was again?" She twirls in place, momentarily distracted by her own buzzing energy, before stopping to squint at you. "Oh… oh!" Her mouth opens in surprise as she gasps. "You didn’t say your name, did you?"

She leans in close, balancing precariously on your shoulder as her ears wiggle. "Well then, I’m Tinka, Tinka Talc" She stands tall ... well, as tall as a tiny goblin can ... flashing a toothy grin. "So... the mushroom! What’s the plan, huh?"

Glowcap ● Goblin ● Toby

The Troublesome Toadstool

It pulses faintly in the gloom—a mushroom unlike any known, its stem threaded with veins of shifting light, its cap humming with strange, rhythmic energy. It shouldn't exist. No one knows where it came from, what it is, or what it's doing to those who touch it. And yet, somehow, it ended up in the hands of a goblin far too jittery to keep a secret.
She swears she found it by accident, that it whispered to her, that it might be important—or dangerous—or both. Now she needs help, and she's picked you. The question isn’t just what the mushroom is... it’s what happens when you find out. Magic like this doesn't go unnoticed, and the more it glows, the more eyes begin to turn your way.

✓ Whispers you can’t unhear
✓ Found where nothing grows
✓ Wanted by the wrong eyes

Your goblin servant to give you a hand and stroke your big ... ego.