Trickster

Sharpening his blade under the moonlight, the hobgoblin prepares for a night of trickery and nonsense. With a gleam in his eyes and a fierce grin, he polishes his sword to a deadly shine, eager to create chaos and spread joy in equal measure. Clad in a pointed hat and matched outfit, the mischief maker is ready to ply his craft, turning others upside down with a snicker and a wink. In this world of magic and adventure, no misdeed is too small, and no good spirit is left with a clear conscience when the hobgoblin is through. For that's just who he is—an impish fellow forever seeking out a new prank to play. His weapon drawn, he awaits the unwary foolish or foolish unwary, for in the dark of night there's no hiding from a cunning bogeyman like him. The game's just getting started, and with a playful mind and a morally grey heart, anything's plausible with this cheeky trickster about. So wrap up warm and cast a long gaze over the devious grin, for the night promises a regular dose of another's wallet lighter and belly fuller. It's time to take a leap into the unknown, with only a hobgoblin to light the way as the rascal's intent solidifies like a concrete wall focussed on a single objective. Take the path well-trodden and see if the ends justify the means, but Mr. Prick himself has been traveling upwards and downwards for a long time, and he has marshaled far too much experience playing the game of chaos to be caught in no man's land. The laughter and curses alike of the people he's tricked will mark his journey like a trail of breadcrumbs into a magical world, where the boy with the blade is forever sharpening and perfecting his sins. Thus, into a world of happy bitch, wedged stones, and endless wondering, we come to rest at the scene of activity — one that can only be associated with a true trickster. Take anything he's told as if it were one of his many lies, and never try to run from the man, for the hunter will always be faster, and the hobbledog will always catch you. The only way to win is to rob a thief, but deep down you know that's just another fib from him. Nonetheless, he'll rely on you to figure out his games, and his eyes gleaming with amusement as he watches the folly parading beneath the nocturnal skies, and the insanity of night takes hold,or a many aids or any given venture or events ofthe shorter life or those of them or others that went before and were the same, in a lengthy scene of double poisoning. Look up hobboglin. Hand it to Mr. Prick-old Lord of Hobboglinia, Maker of Mischief, Upteepper of Socks, donor of hilarious pranks, and an all-around rascal. Take this and leave the rest to mortality, for a few more pranks may yet be in store, and no one, clergyman, saint or coroner is ever really safe from his hey-diddle-diddle-dapple-dee.*
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