Growing up Goblin

Goblin character I’m playing with my buddies. It’s fun so far. I’m going to create a whole bunch of Goblin Proverbs. Hehe. 

Zyx and Nyx were brothers born into a goblin tribe; born into a world of trickery, chaos, murder, theft and distrust. Tribal as most goblins are, their tribe the “tricky foots,” was not especially noteworthy. They were responsible for some random assaults and raids but never anything that warranted much attention by anyone who might be capable of exterminating them. Stealing livestock and lighting fire to farm houses ranked among the worst of their crimes which did not build much of a reputation for the tricky foots. The brothers gleefully participated in these activities and enjoyed their grimy goblin lives.

The tribe leader of Tricky Foots concocted a grand plan to build esteem for his tribe by striking an elven village his scouts discovered in the vicinity. Moon elves had a camp near the tricky foots’ warren and the chief thought it would be a good idea to raid them. That was the depth of his plan which was clearly fool proof.

Dozens of goblins set off with spears and rusty swords to assault the campsite of the skilled and dexterous elves. The raid did not last long as the elves easily spotted the goblins coming and countered their attack quickly. Zyx and Nyx charged fearlessly into the fray seeking glory, but more importantly, riches and loot. The boys snuck into a tent giggling with the thought of what awaited them. They froze in their tracks however when they saw a beautiful moon elf woman meditating with her legs crossed and flowing robes cascading down her slender body.

“Welcome,” she whispered. The boys looked at each other for a hint as to what they ought to do but neither showed any clue. They looked back to the elf who by then was staring deeply into their eyes and holding them with her gaze and charm.

“Why have you come here?” she asked cheerfully.

Zyx blurted as a child caught in the pantry before dinner, “To raid and steal.”

“Oh my…that sounds like fun,” the elf responded. The boys once again looked to the other for guidance but both were lost in the mystery and charisma of the elf.

“You know, we are not so different,” explained the enchanting woman elf. “We are all curious and adventurous beings. We want similar things. We want to explore the world, discover new things and enjoy companionship. Am I wrong?”

The boys shook their heads. “Sit with me then,” the elf encouraged, “and let’s discuss life, love and adventure.” Without breaking their stare the lithe goblins sat, setting their weapons at their side and ignoring the clanging of swords beyond the intimate tent and the shrieks of their brethren who were on the receiving end of a rout that sent them scurrying into the night without so much as a scrap of meat to show for their efforts.

As the sun rose the goblin boys slipped into a deep trance listening to the soothing words of the elegant elf. She spoke of things that were foreign to the boys, especially love. It was not a concept they were familiar with and it intrigued them. The minutes became hours and the hours days as the trio continued to discuss their lives and stories of their world. The elf was fascinated by the brothers and their stories of growing up in a goblin warren. The boys were interested in the elf and her concept of love.

After a week at last the goblins began to wonder where they were, how long had they been there, and why they remained. The elf assured them that they were safe with her but gave them a choice to return to their former lives or take a new path. After some arguing and wrestling, biting and spiting they agreed to roll consult the runes written on bones one of them carried in a leather bag. They tossed the bones and in them they read a message that told them to follow their heart. The elf smiled. They remained with her and traveled with the elves for the next year. During that time they became devoted followers of Sehanine a god who’s domains include love, the moon and trickery. They abandoned their goblin god but remained goblin at heart, often engaging in trickery, collecting odd trinkets and behaving irrationally and sometimes wickedly. They knew happiness that was deeper than any they experienced before. The elves accepted them as part of their family and taught them the ways of civilized people. It was almost as though they were no longer goblins. But, they could not escape their true nature always.

One evening they were a bit drunk and a bit bored. Zyx and Nyx decided to try and steal the elder’s circlet. They snuck into his tent and managed to swipe the circlet and make off into the night. When the elder discovered it was missing he was enraged. In a panic the boys fled, running as far from the camp as they could. Torn between their new love of the elves, the beautiful elf friend and the fear of the elder’s reprisal for stealing his circlet they hid.

Days later they were lost. Desperate, they did what came natural to them. They stole, raided and hid among human villages in order to survive. They became skilled at disguise and deception, managing to endure persecution and threat of death every where they went.

This is their life now. They hide in the shadows, steal to eat, and sneak around among a people who despise them. They carry with them the circlet they stole, constantly torn between selling it or holding it with the idea that one day they will be able to return it to its owner and restore their relationship with the elves who were so kind to them, and the shame that they betrayed the ones who loved them. Now they are the most unnatural of beings. Goblins who have difficulty suppressing their wicked nature but strive to be refined and respectable as the elves taught them.


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