Goblins are a very strange race. Words are running they are ruled by demon overlords and they are evil in nature - but I don't believe it for a second. The reason I believe goblins may, in their very soul, be creatures of virtue lies in the experiment conducted for decades now by our neighbours, the kingdom of the Steamy Union, located in the south western island.
The Steamy Union always has been more cosmopolite than the Nation of Pearls. They are a merchant kingdom, and host a variety of people from other races in relative harmony.
Onaf Drillsqueezed is a perfect exemple of those goblins perfectly integrated into human society. He was brave, cared for his family, and entered into the orders of the Gloved Faith, a large temple, dedicating his life to virtue and worship. He gave birth and cared for six children and authored a number of treaties on mechanics. Truely an impressive man.
He was then conscripted into war with the goblin neighbours, who fought the Steamy Union for centuries for the control of the island - but before he took arms, he used his religious connexions to secure the title of Sacred Guard to his elder daughter, Lipi.
He then went to battle in 122, fighting with his human brothers of the Union. Altho he never came back, his memory is carried on by his friends and family to this day, as someone who lived a life of virtue and bravery.
However, the news of his death had an unsuspected effect on his daughter, now the head of the temple. Shocked, then entering a state of deep depression, she saccaged the temple she was to protect in a drunken stupor ; and altho the members of the Union were understanding, her Gods were not. She was cursed, and forced to crawl the world searching for blood, as a twisted creature.
She travelled through the Land of Oak, without understanding what was going on in her body, attacking settlements as if pushed by a dark force.
It has been ten years now that her curse forced her to travel from place to place.
Hustra - Zothoabo's wife, has been outside at the end of the evening to carry firewood, as she's in charge of fueling our glass making industry. Not a big deal, she thought. She's a hard worker, and every bit of work done today won't have to be done tomorrow.
Little did she know she would met Lipi's path that night.
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Topic: Mong Kima - The Nation of Pearls (DF 0.47.05) (Read 254208 times)