<strong>Who:</strong>Steve the Goblin<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Everywhere but the arena<br/><strong>When:</strong>Ongoing<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>A black silk suit<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Any<br/><br/><strong>Match:</strong>None<br/><strong>Round:</strong>None<br/><strong>HP:</strong>5<br/><strong>Status/Conditions:</strong>Noncombat<br/><strong>Elliquiy User ID (for die roller):</strong>69776<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Steve was pleased to be appointed the Head of Champion Recruitment for the Lair of Tentacles. Serving as Egnaro’s chief of staff had been interesting, but his kidneys just weren’t in it anymore. For all that Egnaro blustered and threatened, Steve noticed that he had a peculiar aversion to hurting people. These days, when Steve quivered in fear, he was faking it more often than not. It saddened him, the way that the excitement had gone from his relationship with his master.<br/><br/>Whereas Cecile was the real thing. It had taken everything he had to speak to her at all. The knowledge that she was not only able to kill him instantly, but also willing! And then his victory against fear itself! He had spoken to her, he had offered her what she wanted. Oh yes, his time spent watching her, his research, his ability to understand the desires of the powerful, it had paid off! This was proof that within his sniveling form was a power mightier than any who had tried to kill him. He had the power to be useful, and to survive.<br/><br/>And so he begged, he pleaded, he sniveled and he whined. He even made a PowerPoint presentation. And then, on the basis of his excellent business case, he was allowed out into the world to recruit more champions.<br/><br/>He stalked them for as long as it took to work out what they wanted. He confronted them at their most aroused: when they were simultaneously open to an offer, and most likely to kill him. He would snivel and he would whine, and he would offend when necessary. Oh yes. He would catch them all.