He may be a small green goblin but donÃ¢t tell him that or he might show you otherwise.
A staff of great power in the hands off those who manipulate the strands of fate.
Every now and again, the region encounters a dense blue fog. Every now and again, things disappear into the fog never to be seen again and things appear out of it from other places or world. It seems the fog is the material form of some minor diety charged with moving things around the universe to balance cosmic forces.