It occured to me that Thunt, if he is to have any chance to work with goblins and RP, needs to know more about the characters we hope to play.

I mentioned this yesterday in a post, so started a thread. Please share your's and feel free to make friends/allies or even rivals.


Meet: Java

(More to follow if you want)

Java…the backstory…

What was it I drank last night? What kind of…bean…? No..it wasn’t coffee….coffee never did this before..

What? Who is this goblin? Tempts Faith? ..Oh.. Tempts Fate. The clan..we have lost our memories?

The whole clan is here..dang..who are all of these goblins? Did I forget them to? Did I ever even know them all?

Yes..now I remember..

I am Jittery..no..wait..JAVA.They call me JAVA now. No one has called me Jittery in a long time, at least ten seasons.

My last clan blood brother was, “Tips a Cow”. He died during a raid at least ten seasons ago. It has to be at least ten seasons….

I swear that “Dances with Llamas” snotling has to be his brood..same reckless daring ..same coloring.

Too bad he’s not like his sire. ”Tips a Cow” always brought me cream after he raided the farmlands.

Hmmm…So many are gone. At least they are remembered in the scrolls.

How old am I? I remember more now..

Dang..That Tempts fellow has them all riled up..What is he saying? The temple.

Why raid the temple..its just junk. It just fades away all of it, swords, armor, everything? Not worth a single goblin life.

Tempts has them wanting to raid this lost temple..hmmm..but to use stuff to protect against humans. The humans want to raid us? For junk they cannot even keep? I thought orcs were stupid.

I need to think…better brew a ….Hey, where is my helmet pot? Who stole my helmet? How am I gonna brew coffee without my helmet? Some snotling has stolen my coffee pot…


Jittery was born long ago. He was a typical goblin youth and at the time of his naming, the ‘Teller gave him the name, “Jittery”. Because, he was..Jittery. He jumped at every sound. Perhaps it was because of his large ears, but Jittery has excellent hearing.

Unfortunately, the slightest sound always startled him. He was not much for hunting because as the hunters closed in on their prey, some slight sound would startle him…and he would jump..scaring off the prey.

Unfortunately, he was not much use on raiding for the same reasons…

Jittery was soon given the tasks most males did not like…. guard duty. Really boring and long hours…But Jittery was also one of the best guards. Soon, Jittery was seldom seen amongst the clan, as he was often sleeping when the clan was awake but was always alert when the clan was sleeping.

Jittery liked being a clan guard. His excellent hearing helped prevent several raids when Jittery was able to alert the other warriors who easily drove off the now surprised raiders, who had been expecting easy prey.

Jittery earned his most prized possession one night when raiders came upon the camp. Although the raiders were few in numbers, most of the clans warriors had left to go raiding, leaving only Jittery and few other males to watch over the village.

Jittery was at his post, near the big rock when a sound startled him. Jittery jumped, of course, causing the raider who had just climbed up on the rock to fall off and into the spiked pit trap next to jittery. As the wounded raiders screams rent the air, two of the other raiders leaped over the rock to help their comrade, joining him as they impaled themselves in the pit. The other raiders, who had planned to rush into the village now heard the death cries of three of their own and fled. Jittery claimed as his share the great helm of the raider leader, as it made an excellent pot to boil coffee.

Jittery after a short while was made head of the “watchers”, or clan guards. Jittery took to brewing coffee to stay alert on these long shifts. Although some of the warriors drank it, often they complained it made them, “jittery”.

I'm a little nervous about posting a backstory until we find out who are the chief/warlords and other higher-ups because that could be an integral part of our character's history....

I understand..that is why I wrote and left room for the story to grow...


I like RP, because we can all develope overtime and share as we know more

This may be a good time (if ever there could be one) to shamelessly plug my website.

http://acyn.net/

I have a new GOBLINS section up, and I just happen to be needing people to come and fill up my in-box with fan stories of their own goblins.

Java~ it sounds like you have a great start to a short story already!
It may or may not work out for the game, but I would love to host as many stories as you people can write. Have a character you want to share with others? Send it in. Have a story of goblins you encountered in your own D&D games? Send them too. (Especially if the gobbos won!)

Several others in this forum had mentioned writing for me before - (or more specifically, writing for themselves, and then having me post it) but so far, it's just my little works.

The Scroll Reader clan may be a great fount of ideas for stories. (After all - there's just gotta be some whopper stories on those parchments!) so check out my site and send in your tales! Artwork too. I would love to be able to make an archive of Goblins fanstuff.

So come on...

(I dare ya!)

You're on sir

Slings Words sat.

From the tree branch high above, he could see the other members of the Readers of the Scrolls tribe busily went about their work. Knowing full well he should be helping them, he just couldn’t bring himself to do so. The day was too beautiful and, once again, his imagination was running away with itself.

He rolled onto his back…letting his arms lazily hang off the branch on either side of him. He stared upward through the intertwined leaves and branches at the bright gleams of sunlight streaming through the small
openings in the canopy above. He had already finished most of his
chores and typically he helped many of the others with theirs if he got
the chance to. Today…today, however, he had felt a strange bout of inspiration.

He reached into his hip pack and pulled out his parchment and quill.
Laying the parchment on his chest, he chewed on the already worn feather of his writing utensil. Eyes glazing over, lost within the chasms of his mind, he thought and formed his next story. Several minutes passed as he did his best to choose a proper beginning for his next tale and finally it struck him like a warhammer.

The quill left his mouth and the point went straight for the parchment.

Every yea-

“Slings!”

Slings sighed and rolled off the branch into a dangle. Down below, an olive green goblin peered up at him.

“Yes, Dances?”

“What’re you doing up there?”

“Well…I was about to write something. We are known for that,” Slings gave a slight apologetic smile.

Dances grinned up at him. Dances had been Slings friend for many years, despite their slight age difference. Slings enjoyed how Dances was much more energetic than he was. Many would say Dances was more fun, and Slings would tend to agree, but Slings had always considered sitting around thinking about the world to be more enjoyable than playing around. Than again, Slings found many things enjoyable that others didn’t.

Slings climbed down with some dexterity and landed on the ground before Dances.

“Yes, we do write. But you’re not writing the same things we write, Slings.”

Slings nodded, blushing slightly, and put his parchment and quill away.

They began to walk back through the village, the hustle and bustle engulfing them as they went.

“I know you like to write about adventures and warriors, but that’s not what our life is about. We’re goblins. We’re meant to stay put and fight off those damn humans who try and kill us for experience. It’s what we do.”

He looked at Slings. Slings didn’t reply, but rather was looking off at some unseen point, again lost in thought.

“There have never been any famous goblin writers, Slings. The children really like your stories and the rest of us think they’re great, but you can’t always keep getting lost in your own imagination.”

Again, Slings didn’t reply.

“Don’t you think you’re skill would be best suited for recording everything around us? Like the rest of us do?”

Slings stopped. Dances stopped with him.

“Don’t you ever wonder what else is out there?” Slings said.

He reached his hand forward, his gray skin patched by the filtered sunlight from above. His gaze held fast to it.

“Don’t you imagine what sort of wonders this hand could touch? There may be mountains of treasure, untold dangers, fearless warriors, goblins out there who wanted more than this sort of existence, fighting for something greater than what we have. Why can’t I be the one to tell those stories? I don’t understand why we have to stay put and record only what we see when all we see is the same thing day after day. Wouldn’t it be more interesting to find other goblins…see what they’re doing? Experience what they experience? Who knows? Maybe there are brave goblin fighters out there who deserve to have their story told. Maybe they have no one to tell that story. Maybe I’m that person.”

He flexed his hand open and then clenched it tightly. After what seemed like an eternity, Slings seemed to return to reality and turned to Dances, smiling apologetically again.

“Sorry.”

They continued to walk.

After an awkwardly silent pause, Dances looked at Slings.

“I never get tired of hearing you say that, Slings. Maybe you’re right. Maybe someday?”

“Maybe someday…” Slings mused.

They continued until they reached a campfire where many of the goblin children were anxiously waiting.

“Hey kids…I found him for you!” Dances announced as they got close.

The children cheered loudly as they crowded around Slings. Slings smiled kindly as he greeted each of them.

He moved toward the fire and sat down, the children crowding around him as closely as they could.

“Which story would you like to hear about today?”

The air was suddenly abuzz with dozens of suggestions, all stories that he had told countless times before, yet never got tired of retelling. He listened to each of them and finally settled on one that he hadn’t told in a while.

“All right…I’ll tell the one about Fights for Love’s greatest adventure to save his beloved from the evil human wizard that kidnapped her.”

Dances stood a few feet away, smiling as he watched his friend do what he did best. He had only known Slings to be relatively sociable when he was telling a story. Despite how seemingly quiet Slings typically was, Dances enjoyed his company. He shook his head and turned to leave as Slings began.

“Now, Fights had been traveling for what seemed like weeks through the Forest of Inescapable Peril. He knew that his only chance for saving Eyes Like a Deer was to find the legendary weapon the teller had told him about…”



I hope you all like my first submission. I sent a copy to you, Commits so I hope you enjoy it enough to add to your Gobbos page. Thoughts?

Goes-Silently waited in line with many of the other goblin fathers and mothers outside the Fortune Tellers hut. He had been in line all day. His legs, which usually bore him easily and quickly, began to tire. He was also quite sick of cradling his son in his arms. Goes was thankful the child wasn't as big as most other goblin kids, otherwise he doubted he could hold onto him for this long. He tried to overcome his boredom by listening to the conversations of the other goblins.

In front of him, the conversation was mostly about the naming ceremony about to take place, some were putting bets on the outcome.

"My sons already talking can you believe it? Gonna be a great storyteller one day." One goblin said proudly.

"Well, my boy's talking too, can't make out most of it half the time, but he certainly goes a mile-a-minute."

The two men quickly break down into a squabble over who's son is the better talker.

Behind him, the talk was mostly about how long the line was.

"Over seven-hundred born this spring, no wonder it's long."

"Not surprising, we haven't had any adventurers come to wipe us out in years. Gotta wonder what effect this will have on the eco-system." Goes recognized the voice of his cousin, Peace-with-Green, and would have turned around to greet him had there not been 20 goblins between the two. He never liked raising his voice.

Goes finally came to the front of the line. His heart started beating harder in his chest. This was his first naming ceremony, he'd never even been in the tellers hut. He didn't know the procedure... The babe tossed slightly in it's sleep.

Lost in thought, he barely noticed the goblin in front of him come out of the Tellers Hut. Goes let out a silent curse as the goblin almost bowled him over.

"I heard that!" The goblin was hardly upset, instead wearing a proud grin on his face.

Puzzled, Goes sidestepped past the goblin and entered the hut. Inside, the teller sat slouched in his chair weary of the days namings.

"Hmm," the teller muttered under his breath, "after that last one, I certainly could do with a cuppa." He sat up in his chair and pointed at Goes. "You, white with one, go!"

Goes was taken aback. "Uh, Ok," he stammered and backed out of the hut.

"Woah, that was quick, how'd you go?" Peace-with-Green asked as Goes walked down the line back to his hut.

Goes still had a puzzled expression on his face. "Huh?"

"The name, what did the teller give you?"

"Oh, White-With-One. My boys name is White-With-One."

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So I guess I'm blaming Java for the name I'll post more of the latter years later, I was in a rush do get this done before work. I just wanted people to know that White-With-One shouldn't be his proper name.

edit: in light of Java being a lot older than my goblin, I made him one of the fathers.

LOL - White-With-One - that's just fantastic. You really shouldn't write stuff like that if people might be reading it at work you know, evetyone looked at me funny when I suddenly LOLed

I love !!! Java will gladly take full responsiblity for "White-with-ones" name.

I just wish I could remember where I planted those bean's last year.

"White-with one"

That is exactly how JAVA drinks his coffee

Ohhh...Do you think the NON COFFEE DRINKERS will get the name?