Moegid



Moegid was a PC in the Scales of Justice campaign.

Moegid was hatched in the Firewisp Swamp. The first year of his life was filled with little more than eating and pooping since he was a mindless maggot. After that first year, he metamorphosed into a lacewing child and was brought to nearby Murkheath to live with his parents. Having survived a year of mindlessness, he was given his name. He was taught early on of his race’s greatness. Lacewings, his father once told him, were masters of the world before some non-lacewing blew it up. Moegid believes that lacewings can be great again and burns with the desire to find out how.

Growing up in Murkheath was quite easy for Moegid. There was filth to be had all over town. When he wanted an exciting meal, he would go behind the Treanny and dine on their leavings. Obviously, this was hardly ever a good idea. However, he swears he had the best meal of his life behind the Treanny. This led him to befriend the goblins who ran the place. Growing up playing with goblin children, he developed some decidedly goblin-like tendencies. His natural curiosity was encouraged by the goblins, and often led to fire somehow. He was still a lacewing, however, therefore a superb liar. He was often able to place blame squarely on the goblin children who, being goblins, were only too happy to claim credit for wanton destruction. To this day he wears a blue leather jerkin made in the Treanny.

His parents disapproved of this rambunctious behavior until he started showing an aptitude for alchemy. Seeking to nurture and develop his talent, Moegid’s parents took him to Izeria Tallbough for apprenticeship. He excelled under her tutelage and eventually became a respected alchemist in his own right. He even connived to learn how to blow things up underwater from some of Firewisp’s grippli.

He has lately grown bored with his life. He hardly speaks to Izeria anymore since she found someone. However, he has heard exciting tales from Draika of a nearby archaeological expedition. One member in particular piqued his interest; a goblin who tried to ride Russ Kerden’s celestial falcon. “That guy seems neat,” he said to Draika. Not only could the goblin be a guinea pig, but a willing one at that. His drive rekindled, Moegid set off for Bréyor.