Grim Views

Ozmagoil sits side saddled on an oceanside bench. The mailbox looms next to her, the object of her current obsession. Her positioning perfectly planned so that the light sea breeze tussles her hair in just such a way over one eye. She knows she looks good. Patience was never one of her strong points...

* mumbling to herself as she grabs another quill and vellum, this time dousing it in her most pungeat musky perfume..." MIGHT be useful...HA.......left my wits on the island.....how do you DARE!? * She writes: Welcome is the chance to prove my worth. As far as other Goblins who might have found...

(( Interesting. Now I've been on ED a long time. I was in the Kingship as well. *smiles* Good chance we might have known each other. I have a guess who you might have been, peck ))

(IC) What name or title do you go by? - Ozmagoil Witchoil: Mystagogue of the Witchoils. (IC) What is your gender and race? - I am Goblin, of the fairer, superior gender. (IC) What is your class in life? Why did you choose to follow this class? - Like my Auntie Thespina and Grandmother Mathala-Olive ...

The Grim, My scouts have returned and news of your ways excites me. My party is due to arrive on the mainland in just a few moons. There is only one place for me and it is at your side. I wish to walk among you. I’m sure you’ll find my qualifications more than enough; I’d be surprised if I shouldn’...