POOG SAY ZARONGEL IS THE BEST,
HE HELP BURN THINGS AND HEAL THE REST.
ZARONGEL'S FAVOR MAKES POOG BLESSED.
AND POOG ALSO STAB YOU WITH KNIFE IF YOU MAKE FUN OF HOW HE ISN'T GOOD AT RIDING ANIMALS.
Poog is a frightening little cleric of the goblin deity Zarongel, the sacred god of dog-killing, fire, and most holy mounted combat. That Poog isn’t very good at mounted combat is his not-so-secret shame, so he funnels most of his energy into attempts to overachieve at his god’s other sacred teachings—killing dogs (although he hasn’t yet killed one, he hopes to do so some day) and lighting fires (something that Poog is already pretty good at).
Poog doesn’t really miss the other Licktoads. They never seemed to take his preaching seriously. Now, these Birdcrunchers... they might be a different story. The idea of a new flock of goblins to teach him the best methods of killing dogs and burning stuff up has Poog happier than ever.
Behold! Zarongel - MIGHTIEST GOD OF DOG-SLAYING AND FIRE - himself demand you listen! To me! - No get back Dogfinder! Right, up. Stay." Poog looks suitably impressed by his own presence, and the fear the name of his god - Zarongel - inspires in his lesser brethren.
"You is big rider! Zarongel favors you more than other!"
Zarongel is pleased and proclaims you Chuffy NICKNAME"
Zarongel sings and screams with us!"
speak for god. "Zarongel say that this is stupid"
"We be Licktoads! We be great!
We stick the longshanks with a blade!
Heroes get the girly bits!
Grab the longgirls by the t--
Oi! You sing too! Or you forget how?"
"Are you dead!?" He shouts at them, "Wake up Reta! Before Old Foofelah gets jealous that I'm touching your girly parts again!"
GREAT ZARONGEL KILLS DOGS MOST
BURNS THEM WHILE THEY TIED TO POST
Once, there were no goblins.
Most goblins agree that this was an unacceptable
state of affairs.
The first goblins came from the blood spilled by four
barghests Lamashtu stole from Asmodeus’s kennel, beasts
she initially released eons ago to prey upon the land’s stillprimitive
natives.
The barghests found that, when they
spilled human blood, it grew into strange creatures that
were like smaller versions of themselves—goblins. As the
barghests grew in power, they whelped litter after litter of
young. With their children in tow, the four barghests set
about building kingdoms for themselves—these tales are
told in what goblins call the First Songs.
Zarongel, blessed with hair of fire, was the most
wolflike of the barghests. He sent his children to hunt
and gather, but their scent was soon picked up by wild
dogs, who hunted them almost to the last of their
number. Only by fleeing the lands on the backs of wolves
did they escape, and so Zarongel gave his children the
gift of riding.
Countless verses of the First Songs exist, each detailing
different events, such as the time when Hadregash’s blood
spilled onto a worm and turned it into a goblin snake,
or how Zarongel tamed the king of the goblin dogs by
overwhelming it with his own dander and parasites.
She created a place for them near her realm in
the Abyss, calling it Basalfeyst. Goblin heroes believe that
it is to this realm that they go to serve their masters when
they die. Or, if they’re failures, to feed them
