Brains - Manic Goblin Inventor

A life of bondage in servitude was all Brains could remember. Often servants within the hidden labs of Baldur’s government had their minds thoroughly scrubbed of past memories when they were inducted into their new homes. Brains, like many of his kin, were purchased by Baldur’s Crown for experimentation purposes, though he was more fortunate than most for his apparently keen intellect in his prior life earned him a place as a lab assistant, rather than a lab rat. Still, it was not as though this earned him any better treatment from the scientists that inhabited the labs, in their eyes he was just as disposable, and often they reminded him of that fact, threatening to throw him in the pens during times of incompetence or insubordination. One such time they did follow through, throwing him into a pen of an experiment designated Project Glass Ceiling EX03A, an Orc slave who was not fortunate enough to have earnt a place outside the pens, instead being subjected to the latest attempt of Baldur’s scientists trying to break the barrier of the physical body’s limitations. It seemed to them that the experiment was a failure, as the creature showed nothing but complete contempt and anger for anything and anyone placed in its pen, having killed a dozen other human lab assistants. Placing Brains in there was a chance to test if the creature’s mind had truly gone, or if it would recognise the goblin as some form of kin, a fellow slave that it would not wish to harm. Ultimately, this theory was confirmed when Brains was left unharmed, but a confederate of the Indentured Labour Service was reduced to naught but a red paste when he entered the room to retrieve Brains. That night Brains decided to plot for a way to free both himself, and the experiment, which he dubbed Muscles. After months of planning, he was finally able to gain Muscles’ trust, initiating a breakout from the underground lab with the help of an experimental teleportation device, dropping the two in the middle of the Grim Marshes. Here they held out despite the odds for weeks, fending off Undead and the like whilst their captors searched desperately for them across the kingdom. Tomas Lumens and his crew caught wind of this, sending their own party to search for the duo, eventually finding them and offering them shelter, provided they would share the secrets of the experiments, and aid them in their cause if they could. Brains reluctantly accepted - though he held little care for their cause, they had shown him kindness and treated him as an equal, and he knew nowhere else in Baldur would; any attempt to move to the cities or towns would result in his capture once again. So he bides his time, hoping that maybe one day Lumens’ cause does bear fruit, for it might be a world that he and Muscles can finally exist in, without persecution.