đź”®Gelatians: Goo Made Free
From blob to bard, every squish has a story.
I. Origins in Ooze
In the twilight of the Cerebrine Deep, beneath coral crypts and forgotten wreckage, a Squibian sorcerer named Elarvok the Boundless stirred a strange arcane sludge—Plasmic gel harvested from Grimspire’s cursed trenches. Into it, he dropped a fresh brain taken from a forest-dwelling poet, seeking a more obedient servant. The goo shimmered, pulsed, then stood. And so, the first Gelatian blinked into being.
They were pliable. Obedient. Perfect.
Born without bones, but filled with fragments of memory. They served in silence, shimmering in candlelight. Each Squibian noble soon sought their own—some for service, others for sport.
Born without bones, but filled with fragments of memory. They served in silence, shimmering in candlelight. Each Squibian noble soon sought their own—some for service, others for sport.
II. The Rise of Flubber
Among them was Flubber, servant to a high Squibian noble named Lord Sorlax of the Ninth Inkwell. While his master binge-watched violent Squib Justice replays on his enchanted mirrorwall, Flubber discovered the “Reflections of Windtail”—a Chymanni-inspired theatrical series starring the famed Chymanni performer Jakkao Flowtail, a martial arts actor known for pranks, flips, and flow.
Flubber was captivated.
Alone, he trained in secret, mimicking moves, practicing kicks, inventing a gooey “drunken style” of his own. One day, fed up with servitude, Flubber squeezed through a window crack—and vanished.
Alone, he trained in secret, mimicking moves, practicing kicks, inventing a gooey “drunken style” of his own. One day, fed up with servitude, Flubber squeezed through a window crack—and vanished.
III. The Way of the Goo
His journey led him through the tangled jungles of Myrr’Kael, where he met monks, pranksters, and warriors of the Chymanni. The master T’leek the Whispering Tail took him in—not as a servant, but as a student. There, Flubber danced in waterfalls, trained atop cliffs, and sparred with wind and wit. His unorthodox style shocked tradition, yet earned deep respect.
But Flubber’s path stretched further still.
IV. Izares of the North
After mastering the Way of Windtail, Flubber was summoned by a cryptic message signed only “B.E.”. Boarding a ship bound for North Rojour, he joined a legendary party:
Durad, Solian gunslinger with a smoking temper.
KC, Mytherin marauder with venom behind every word.
Vigdung, Orkren philosopher-warrior who fought with words and rocks.
Rohk, Arekai gladiator with a blade for every mood.
Libelia, Eldrin sorcerer of silent storms.
Together, they became the Izares of the North, reshaping history, freeing the enslaved, and defeating Kolzegrad's Regime, a South Rojourian empire of greed and shadow.
V. The Legacy that Sloshed
Flubber’s tale echoed through every Squibian magic mirror. Plays were written. Dances choreographed. His once-silent kin now knew his name.
The Gelatian Rebellion began not with war—but with laughter and movement.
They rose—not to conquer, but to exist. To slip from servitude and slide toward meaning.
They rose—not to conquer, but to exist. To slip from servitude and slide toward meaning.
Now, Gelatians roam the world—curious blobs, full of jello and justice. They duel with kindness. Bounce with purpose. And in every library, dojo, or tavern floor, you might hear one whisper:
“To be goo is to be free.”