Drang

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Eigan Drang is the owner of The Cart of Many Pumpkins

Physical Characteristics

Drang is for even his sizeable race, rather large. He stands approximately 7'5" and weighs roughly 600 pounds, making him one of the larger subjects we've studied. Drang does not know his exact age, but tooth analysis puts him between 65-75 years of age. The coarse brown fur that covers his frame is a dark brown with ever increasing amounts of grey and white, being thickest at the back of the head, forearms, chest and thighs. Rarely is he seen without his armor though, sporting overlapping plate armor which is heavily pitted and scratched over nearly ever inch of it. Most notably is the plate mail kilt around his waist, making a purposeful amount of noise as he moves even the slightest.

Lifestyle and personality

As far as Bugbears go, Drang is an anomaly. By nature, Bugbears are a sneaky murderous lot, preferring ambush tactics on unsuspecting civilians or prey out in the wilds. Drang is by definition antithetic to this life style, wearing loud clattering plate mail, wielding a greatsword nearly as big as himself, and always talking in a loud, booming voice. On top of this, he's incredibly friendly and good natured, only turning to mercenary "wet work" when one of his failing enterprises goes bankrupt. He is an extremely proficient fighter, wielding his great sword easily and with deadly force, but before any would fall too it he gives diplomacy a chance whether it be a shambling mound of corpses or wayward bandits. Drang is driven to the point of obsession with becoming an upstanding, honorable member of this society to further spit in the face of his heritage. If asked, he will claim that he was orphaned as a baby and was raised by humans, this however is false. Attached you will find a classified report that tells a vastly different tale.

Tuuliels log

Date- [redacted]

1st Scout Tuuliel Witherleaf, Goblinkin populations expert

"I came upon the most peculiar site today while scouting the [redacted] mountain range. A great plume of smoke was rising from the [redacted]-family warren, a known and well documented family of bugbears, orcs, and goblins. What i found at the base of that cloud is utter devastation, the entire family destroyed and smoldering in a great pyre, but there was no contingent of exterminators sanctioned for this. I must investigate further"

"Having spent the day studying tracks and the state of the warren, i am only left with further questions. it appears that the inhabitants captured a wagon of civilians yesterday, something that is regrettable but is a known risk of traveling the [redacted] trail. The most curious thing, is that the civilians have been buried, 7 adults and 1 child sized cairn of rocks with rudimentary head stones reading 'I'm sorry' and 'please forgive me' in poorly written common. In the center of the graves is a massive, shattered great sword covered in blood. The wounds on the members of the warren match that of the great sword. 12 Bugbears, 15 orcs, 56 goblin (slaves?) and one hill giant so far as i have counted. I have found the trail of what appears to be a severely wounded bugbear leading east toward [redacted]. I intend to track this individual down for further answers"

Date-[redacted]

1st Scout Tuuliel Witherleaf, Goblinkin populations expert

"In all my years of research and study I have never come across anything like this. I tracked the individual for 4 days east across the [redacted] range, and finally caught up to him in a small cave near the [redacted] valley. I approached cautiously with weapons raised, ready to strike the creature down, but instead found this Bugbear, Eigan Drang by name i came to know, curled next to a small fire sobbing and holding a tiny necklace. He had.....killed his entire family, something i had never know Bugbear kind to do. His common was broken and poor, but the story he told was chilling. I know what goblinkin are prone to doing with goodly folk whom they have captured and this was no exception. In a moment of clarity, i believe fueled by the gods themselves, Drang took the Giants sword and attempted to save the young girl from her fate at the hands of his siblings. Ultimately, he failed, as she passed from her wounds later that night despite Drangs best efforts."

"I am compelled beyond words, and as first Scout and lead expert under [redacted] i am hereby taking Eigan Drang under my personal care, even if it means my early retirement. This is a once in a lifetime chance to prove to the [redacted] that goblinkin CAN change and should be included under the upcoming [redacted] civilian act. I have requested that he remain in this area of the [redacted] mountains while I return to my superiors for proper clearance, he seems more than will to embark on this journey"

Date-[redacted]

Tuuliel Witherleaf, project lead

"I have returned to the campsite where I left the subject, and while i had high hopes he would have heeded my request to remain here there is no sign of him. Perhaps requesting one of his race stay put for more than a month at a time was too much to ask. By the state of this campsite the subject left roughly 3 weeks ago and headed further east, and now that my job is reliant on my ability to find and coerce him to come with me to [redacted] and begin studies I'll make short work of finding him."

"During the night while i was camped in the old site i was awoken by the sound of voices outside, at first i was worried the subject had a turn of heart and was here to kill me, but i was surprised to hear the sounds move away without noticing this cave. It was an entire tribe of goblins running through the valley, at least 20-30 of them. In my previous position i was forced to learn their language and while most of them where babbling normally i did catch a few key words, Gron'wik Toth being the most important. It roughly translates to 'like us but not like us' or 'Not goblin but close'. I have a suspicion the subject has taken on a much greater task than the one i had planned for him."

Date-[redacted]

Tuuliel Witherleaf, project lead

"I need a speaking stone like the Directors to help me with notes, the 10 days since my last entry have allowed me no time to write. Tracked the goblins for 3 days before they got to their destination, another warren home to another separate goblinkin family. I managed to get close enough to hear the exchange between their respective leaders which alarmingly did not begin with bloodshed. The leader from the traveling tribe was essentially begging for shelter from "Gron'wik Toth" who apparently "wields a blade of darkness" and is "slaughtering all goblins ever". Goblins are prone to gross exaggeration, but in an entirely unexpected move the other leader allowed the goblins to join them. I should however that the leader of this particular warren is known to me, a fearsome Bugbear patriarch by the name of Mogwyn Rom, always vying for dominance among other warren chiefs in the area".

"These past days the mountains have been humming with goblin, orc, and even some roving giant groups. Every group i spy on or observe speaks of the Gron'wik Toth, the coming storm, the fell hand of evil ect ect. All like there is some vengeful god coming for them. I suppose I'm writing this all down because im beginning to fear for my safety here in the [redacted] pass, the roving gangs have become increasingly more violent than normal with this shared threat on the horizon. Come nightfall I am going to attempt to sneak into Mogwyn Rom's warren to gain more information on this coming threat."

Recovery log: Subject 001

Following a period of 6 months after Tuuleil was given project lead and went to recover Subject 001, a team of 3 agents was sent into the [redacted] mountains to ascertain her whereabouts. Her remains where eventually found at the bottom of the Rom warren, apparently having been captured during her mission. It appears that she was tortured to death through unknown means, however the path leading to her remains was littered with the corpses of dozens upon dozens of goblins. The warren chief Mogwyn was no where to be found, theorized to have escaped out of a rear tunnel in the back of the cavern system. The wounds on the fallen goblins did not correspond to Tuuleils weapons, rather having been made with greatsword or similar tool.

Her journal was recovered and was documented, and following her discovery the team of agents was able to track and eventually located Subject 001 35 miles to the south in pursuit of the warren chief responsible for Tuuleils death. Subject 001 had to be restrained and sedated to allow for travel, as he was insistent that he be allowed to finish off the warren chief who was at the bottom of a gulch treating his wounds. The team had been supplied with 2 scrolls: one of hold person and the other of teleport, and after a brief scuffle with Subject 001 in which he broke both of the lead agents arms, he was safely transported to site [redacted].

Director Moss is given lead on what is now called Operation KinderBjorn, the beginning of the gentrification and ultimate help and blending of culture with the goblinkin races, as doing so may help limit the number of forces the dragons where able to persuade. During the events of the sundown, Subject 001 was held in cite [redacted] by choice, and over the following year was taught to speak and write common, a brief history of the then current world state as well as an overveiw of what civilian life will entail for him. The following are a series of notable incidents that occurred during this period.

SnowBlind and the bear

You will find attached a document recovered from the remains of Tuuliele Witherleaf, we believe this is pertaining to the subject. Translated from a goblin story book

"There was once a terrible and evil tyrant dragon known to us as SnowBlind, who ruled from the peak of the [redacted] mountains. SnowBlind made slaves and food of us all, eating goblins, orcs, giants, and any who did not swear fealty to the mighty wyrms domain. We goblins where forced to work tirelessly carving the dragons ice tunnels, and any of us who faltered died on the spot from his frozen breathe. SnowBlind would attack the human towns at the base of the mountains frequently for sport, since the humans would always try to put up a fight against it.

Then came to us the Bear, while the tyrant wyrm was sleeping. The Bear was tall and strong, and wielded a sword as big as 3 goblins. He told us that together, if all the goblins joined we could beat this demon, and cast him from his mountain home. Many where too afraid, and simply ran from the Bear, but 300 of us did join with him and we faced down the tyrant wyrm. Oh, and how the goblins fell, frozen to the spot by the breathe of the dragon, and like statues do they remain, but the Bear rallied us with every swing of his mighty sword, the invincible white scales soon began cracking and blood stained the snow around the Dragon. The Bear called out a song that soon roared from all our lips:

Dull its claws, break its scales

Chip its teeth, we will not fail

The Tyrant lived 1000 years

And now it dies to goblin spears!

We thought all hope lost, as in the dragons final moments he swallowed whole the bear, sword and all. We goblins cried and fell to our knees begging for mercy, but then did the mighty dragon jerk and twist, roaring in agony. And then from its chest the Bear slashed forth, cleaving through from the inside with a roar of victory as the tyrant wyrm fell dead on the spot. Oh and how the mountains cheered, for together we goblins are capable of anything, even felling the GreatWyrm SnowBlind."

Incident 443-001

Subject 001 is given residence in the town of [redacted], choosing to open a small cart selling pinecones and various woodland oddities. The subject has minimal success during the first day and upon seeing other merchants flock to the local tavern, follows to join.

The [redacted] tavern is a local hotspot after the sun goes down and quickly fills, however the subject is at a table alone for the majority of the night, likely due to his immense size and gruff exterior. The subject, upon seeing many of the other bar folk partaking in various drinking games and consuming large amounts of ale, begins drinking heavily. He is, thanks to his physical proportions, able to drink far more than any average human, and some of the more boisterous customers take note of his ability. This starts a rather loud and excited game of "chug", where barrels of ale are brought out and the contestants see how long they can drink from the open container before having to stop. The subject wins 5 rounds of this, meaning he has consumed more than 5 barrels of (although watered down by the proprietor) rather strong ale and begins showing signs of intoxication. However he appears to now be welcomed as one of the community thanks to his feat of fortitude and happily tells tales and stories to his new friends.

Aproximately 3 hours into his foray with his new friends, a group of half-orcs and gruff humans walk into the bar, a well known gang of brutes led by one Mugsy Mallethands, a well documented bandit in the area. While their leader is not present, the 7 thugs are a formidable force among themselves, and the tavern noticeably quiets upon their arrival. One of the patrons next to Subject 001 leans in and whispers something too him, causing the subjects entire disposition to change into one of angered readiness. Seeing the sudden and abrupt change in their new friends demeanor, the patrons nearest to the Subject say their goodbyes and make their way casually out of the tavern.

The following 2 hours see the subject drinking much more sparsely, however his intoxication is noticeable. The 7 brutes are loud and obnoxious, at one point breaking a chair amd throwing their mugs at one of the waitresses when she brought them and incorrect order. They grow louder and increasingly more anger and beligerant as the night goes on, the Subject is seen to be quietly clenching and unclenching his fists repeatedly as the tavern clears out, never taking his eyes off the 7.

When last call is made, roughly an hour after midnight, the gang of 7 shouts at the bartender and upends a table, but upon seeing the waitress gather her bags and leave for the night, the group of thugs chuckle to one another and begin to leave after her. At this point the Subject and the bartender make eye contact, and from the pleading look in the bartenders expression the Subject stands and shakily makes his way outside.

By the time the Subject gets outside, the group of 7 has cornered the waitress in an alley a block to the west, and as the sound of her pleading to the group reaches the ears of the Subject, he lets out a roar of anger and sprints down the street in their direction. The group of 7 hear this and laugh, as even though the subject is twice any of their size, they all draw daggers and rally together to face the Subject.

Their laughter and formation break almost immediately as, while in a dead run, the Subject grabs huge piece of lumber from a nearby pile of scrap wood and, wielding it like a great club, swings into their midst at full speed. 2 of the bandits are seen to be killed instantly as the beam simply smashes through both of their heads. The other 5, horrified, jump onto the subject and all begin stabbing him repeatedly as he drops the club and roars again in apparent pain.

It is at this point Director Moss is notified of the situation, and agents are pulled together to intercept if the situation becomes dire. Director Moss orders that no action be taken until the subject is rendered unconscious or is severely wounded.

The Subject is momentarily staggered but recovers quickly from the assault, shaking 2 of the group off and pulling a third free with both hands as the other 2 repeatedly stab as his torso. With a great strain, the subject takes hold of the grabbed individual by the head in both hands, and his screams of horror are cut short with a wet pop as his skull collapses under the pressure. As that bandits limp body hits the ground, the remaining 4 attack with wild abandon, the subject in an apparent blood frenzy seems not to notice. Blood darkens his clothes and gashes and wounds are now visable even as the subject spins in a great round house kick, sending one of the group in mid air into an adjacent building, his limp body falling broken to the ground. While in mid spin one of his fists connects with another of the group, sending him into instant unconsciousness.

Director Moss is clearly pleased with the situation, remarking on the subjects sheer strength and constitution in battle. The readied agents are dispatched nearby on an intercept course

The 2 remaining of the group throw their daggers to the ground in surrender and begin backing away, while the subject is seen to begin laughing and shaking his head, spitting blood from his mouth as he steps forward. As the 2 turn to run, the subject grabs them by their clothes and pulls them back, tearing the throat from one with his teeth and throwing the second into a wall nearby so hard his spine is hurt to snap. As the 7 thugs lay broken and lifeless (save for the unconscious one) the subject turns to see the waitress still down the alleyway, pale and shaking in the face of the subject who is soaked in blood, and runs screaming from the alley way where she had been cornered. The subject is heard to call after her asking if shes okay but she proceeds to run screaming into the town calling for guards.

The Subject looks down at the street, covered in blood and corpses of the 7 thugs, and falls to his knees with a howl, holding his head with both heads and shaking. At this point the team of agents converge on him, quickly stunning him with a wand and teleporting away.

Overseer note: "Who the fuck let the 600 lb bugbear get drunk? This is unacceptable, not too mention the cleanup efforts. It took 12 of our junior researchers over an hour of continuous cantrips to clean the mess, as well as no less than 14 modify memories of witnesses. Director Moss will have corrective actions taken so this does not happen again."

Incident 001-Omega

Following incident 001-Omega, the subject is to be contained in a 10 by 20 meter room which is to be furnished with basic living requirements. This includes: a steel reinforced bed suitable for the subjects size, a bookcase containing all common literature pertaining to history, modern culture, and military procedures and combat styles. The subject is to read each of these books and write a daily report on its learnings. Food and exercise will be provided, however the subject is to have no contact with the outside during this time, as to prevent another 001-omega event. It is to be noted that the subject is entirely compliant with these measures, and has expressed a deep desire to change.

Following incident 443-001 and the traits the subject displayed during, Director Moss posed an experiment to test the limits of the subjects anomalous capabilities (i.e. extreme strength, and extreme resilience to harm) given suitable criteria. The following is a log of the recorded experiment.

Experiment 001

The subject, along with 5 assisting researchers are all arranged in an empty auditorium, at the bottom of which is a 10 by 10 foot secure room. The subject can see through a 5 by 5 foot glass window into the secure room, in which 2 more researchers are stationed flanking a single chair. Subject 001 is restrained to their chair with 12 1/2 inch thick chains to prevent harm to himself and others. Each of the 5 assisting researchers near the subject are armed with heavy crossbows, each with a quiver of arrows that have been treated with Drow poison.

The experiment is being overseen by Director Moss, whos initial statement is as follows:

"the subject Drang has shown an intense reaction to perceived injustice, as we saw with incident 443-001. The procedure will go as such: The subject will witness a death row inmate being read their rites before being injected with a lethal toxin, this is to be our control. The variable will be afterwards, when researcher Tims, unseen from the auditorium, will cast major image inside the secure room, in the form of a young elf girl. The image will be made to appear to beg and discredit her capture and accused crimes, before her rites are similarly read and a fake toxin will be manifested and appear to inject and kill her. The image is to remain appearing dead until subject 001 has shown any changes or reactions. Good luck gentlemen, remember if the subject becomes hostile, we have 4 of our best wizards ready with lightning bolts and 5 crossbows with the strongest sleep poison available. And, begin"

The subject, who is loudly questioning what they're doing here and why they have chained him to a chair, is relatively relaxed in the auditorium. They are even cordial with some of the 5 researchers, having been in the facility for nearly a year and knowing them all quite well. The room quiets as the death row inmate is hauled in, bound at the wrists and shouting expletives at any and all people visible. The inmate is seated in the chair and a full list of their crimes are read aloud, prompting the subject to 'boo' loudly.

The inmate is terminated via lethal injection, subject is surprised by this but does not react.

Second phase procedure begins as researcher Tims casts the illusion, subject is see to grow quiet and completely still. As the illusion is made to beg and claim innocence, the subject begins to strain against their chains and beg the nearby guards to intervene. Upon being denied help, the subjects panic erupts into a scream that causes the projection feed to become distorted and blink out. The final image that isnt corrupted shows the subject swelling with strength, its muscular mass more than doubling and causing the heavy chains to break around him. 4 lightning bolts from opposite ends of the room hit the subject directly, who barely registers the impact. The feed ends.

Following the procedure site 4 was temporarily lost, the subject having killed 37 researchers, 12 project directors and causing tremendous damage to the structure itself. The subject had to be force-caged for over an hour by Arch-Magister Greeth from site 13, who teleported in when communications from site 4 where lost. The subject had taken catastrophic amounts of damage from the frenzy, sustaining multiple arrows to the head and countless more in most vital organs. Upon becoming unconscious, the subjects muscle mass returned to its normal size. Amnesticisation efforts where put into place for witnessing civilians, and a cover story of a failed summoning was put into place.

The Protectors of the People

Subject 001 status update as of Nov 18 382

A brief overview of events cataloged by Dr. Moss

Previously, the organization known as the PotP was run exclusively by a woman named Brenna, who had based their operations out of a routed dragons cave. The subject and a group met briefly with Brenna before seeking out and confronting the Greatwyrm Bleucorundum upon request of Brenna. The subject and all party members survived, telling a tale of an invisible voice both guiding and chiding them through the maze like cavern of the Gem Dragon. Upon return to the mission giver, Brenna departed for this Gem dragon cave and was never seen again*.

Director note: Brenna was an adult gold dragon that was later slain by PotP members

After Brenna left the PotP without leadership, the subject and 12 other individuals took up the mantle themselves, finding an old hideout owned by the anomalous goblin Pot'tu, and then turning this hideout into the main base of the PotP. The subject and other members then created a central counsel, not unlike what we in the Greenkin foundation have set up, and thereby divided the main tasks of the new guild into various parts of a 'dragon'. The subject takes the roll of the Heart, supporting the main ethics and direction of the guild, while others are addressing public relations and even a central "hoard".

The subject, thanks to the curators gift after the shadowforge events, is in posession of a magical pumpkin cart (item 001-3). This magical cart contains 6 large baskets, each of which anomalously create 6 pumpkins per week. After receiving this gift, the subject attempted to sell the pumpkins at a reasonable price unsucessfully for some time, but now 001-3 permanently resides in the main hall of the guilds base. The anomalous pumpkins created by the cart are then processed into pumpkin pickles, pumpkin slices, and pumpkin cider, which are then given out as charity to people who have been rendered homeless or hungry by the recent dragon activity in Isonhound. This magnanamous pursuit has not gone unnoticed by the peoples of Isonhound, and roughly 30 individuals have begun working as employees for the new Potp, greatly increasing their scope and influence. The subject has reported a great feeling of comradery and happiness among his guildmates.

Directors note: As of Nov 13, in the fight against the Dragon Tranquil the Terrible (the Jabberwok) Markoth Dawnborn director of the Hoard and Asger Snærr director of the Scales have perished despite the best efforts of The subject. A dark curtain drew itself over the PotP in the week to follow.

In the aftermath of the battle with the Jabberwok, the subject returned greviously wounded and alone to the main base of the PotP, and after a thorough medical exam from Feyjin the halfling cleric, it was discovered that the subject is suffering from an unknown illness catagorized as the Revanent Sickness. We believe this is caused by the prolonged use of item 001-1*

Item 001-1: A necklace of roughly 1200 teeth the subject wears around their neck at all times, claimed from the many, many goblinkin the subject slayed after Tulielles first discovery in the [redacted] mountains. The subject is able to use the last essence of the victims name, receiving a small amount of the victims latent life energy and healing himself of any known wounds or sickness. The names have begun to run thin, as all but 40 or so of the teeth appear dull and empty.

Item 001-1 has, over the course of the subjects very long life, began to corrupt him. This was detected by the Greenkin Foundation about 10 years ago, but it was ruled that this would be an acceptable form of termination after the long road the subject has walked. However: upon discovery of this terminal illness about to claim the subject, the members of the guild banded together and preformed an incredible and highly risky surgery upon the subject, removing aproximately 15kg of corrupted flesh from the subjects organs. This appears to have halted the growth of the corruption, however it was noted that parts of the corruption have wormed their way into the subjects organs. Recommended long term observation of the subjects health has been submitted.

Incident 482-001

While observing the surgery, an anomalous incident occured involving the corrupted tissue within the subject. This is a direct report of scrying researcher Dr. Wilcox:

"As they open Drangs massive torso up, a few things become apparent. Firstly; There are dozens and dozens of arrowheads buried in scar tissue, along with small sword tips and spear heads. They appear to have been there for a long time but are easily removed.

Secondly, the growths that’s are begin to remove do not appear to want to be removed, and the black energy lashes out at the surgeons as they remove large portions of the subject. Instead of doing any kind of damage, they offer a vision

The vision is this: a large goblin family is seen somewhere far far away. There are a few orc leaders around, but it’s easy to tell this is a huge family. There are grandparents, siblings, groups of friends, anything you could imagine a goblin and orc family to be like. It’s late at night and many of them are sleeping, the adult goblins and a few orcs are around a fire talking animatedly.

And then a bugbear is seen walking alone in the moonlight, it is assumed this is the subject but he is unrecognizable. This Drang is twice the size of the creature on the table, his muscle tissue being nearly double the size of the subject. This is the Subject roughly 50 years ago before he was contained, his fur is cut short and he wields his great sword in one hand easily, like it weighs nothing. The subject wears no armor whatsoever, save for a pair of fur pants that are torn in many places. Even in the moonlight, countless scars are seen across the subjects body, some appear to be barely healed, others apparently from wounds that should have killed him such as a grisly slash all the way across his throat. Another is a deep gash leading from his left shoulder all the way into his sternum, clearly narrowly missing his heart. The subject walks in and you see from the eyes of the goblins as he mercilessly kills every single living thing in this tribe without emotion, without care, arrows and spears riddle him, he does not notice. The goblins beg and plead as the orcs fall first, but he does not notice. A giant is heard to roar in the background, before charging in suddenly club raised. The subject cleaves it in half at the waist in a single blow.

As the goblin spirit that’s showing the vision this lies dying on the ground, The subject is seen to pull a tooth from each of them, before seeing this goblin still alive, walking over, and the vision ends.

A harsh, whispering voice is heard, seemingly comprised of many voices all at once:

”this is what you’re saving, you fools”

After seeing this, they have removed nearly all of the growths of darkness, however some remnants managed to burrow deeper into the subjects organs. Subject is stitched up and the surgery ends.

The subject appears to be healing remarkably well thanks to the many healers in the organization.

Potp Hostility Report

"During the preformed surgery at the Potp headquarters, Dr. Moss was present for weekly field report on subject 001. We have never questioned his methods nor found any reason too, he is to make a field report with the subject, or barring that make an observed report however he deems fit. It is known that Dr. Moss has a particular interest in POI-17, the goblin known as Pot'tu, and he attempted communications with this known close friend of the subject. POI-17 immediately attacked Dr. Moss for as of yet unknown reasons, causing him to be struck with acid and then flee. As Dr. Moss was en route to the nearby extraction point, POI-21, the individual known as Hugo Clarion proceeded from the base outside in pursuit. POI-21 then shot Dr. Moss in the spine as Researcher Wilcox's Dimension Door opened next too him, causing him to fall through the Door into relative safety.

Dr. Moss remains in critical condition, however he is expected to make a full recovery. He has made it abundantly clear that we are to take no retaliation against the PotP as a situation such as this would normally merit, Dr Moss believes POI-17 may have an aversion to men in white coats, so upon recovery he will don more appropriate attire and once again attempt communications.