Five Core Concepts
Goblin Bravado--being caged from birth has instilled a desire to run wild and charge headfirst into battle and conversations.
Goblin Freedom--he won’t be locked away again and will never be taken alive.
Goblin Dog Friend--prefers to talk to goblin dogs. After all, they were his cagemates.
Goblin Sports--hates how insects always taunted him by crawling or flying by his cage--especially those hideous butterflies--and can amuse himself by playing “Bug Squash.”
Goblin Worship--believes Zarongel has chosen him to be his champion.
In-Character Goals
To prove that mounted goblin is best goblin.
One day meet a Barghest….and live to tell the tale.
Out-of-Character Ideas
A raid on a nearby farm only to a bunch of dead people tied to scarecrow posts.
Trying to convince/force a bigger creature to be our tribe’s guardian.
Likes
-The way goblin dogs can eat just about anything.
Loves
-Picking at scabs and blisters.
Hates
-Cages, jails (which are just bigger cages) and chains.
Sometimes one hates being locked in this cage. And then one remembahs that one doesn't hate goblin dogs. Absolutely top hole - I have to say. One did one's cracking to get at Blister's blister but he would not stop kicking myself.
“If yer don't stop movin' oi won’ be able ter git it!” One said. One day one would muster out of this cage and prove to Zarongel that one is worthy of being his champion. Don't you know? The goblin dog continued to kick and bite at myself and managed to draw blood above one's right eye. “Dat 'ill be a deadly scab ter peck at la’er!” And so one's days went. One picked their scabs. They picked at moyne.
It was the simply way to keep myself from bashing one's head against the cage bars. Well, that and playing Bugsquash but, insects seldom came by one's cage anymore. It was almost as if they had learned to fear myself. Goodness me!
One deay one would be free from this cage and one will ne'ah be caged again. one will ride atop ah steed and feel the wind against one's skin. one will come face to face with ah mighty barghest. And we will leg it togethah. And he will not eat myself.
One think someone is coming, “Let me oyt av dis cage! Let me oyt av dis cage! Blister farted! Ah've a hunger on me! Ye 'eadin' ter tell me stories av de 'ero gods? Ah've a hunger on me!”
