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I am Vortch. My entire village moved from the Mushfens to Oprak when it was formed, lured by the hobgoblins' words about "a country for the oppressed monsters of Golarion". Oprak, however, is no paradise. We were constantly beset by giants, drakes, and other foul creatures. We called upon the hobgoblins for help, and they LAUGHED at our elders, my mother amongst them! When we returned, our new village had been destroyed, the people scattered.
Now a dark hate festers in my heart. For all the big folk who think they can boss around and make fun of those smaller and weaker than themselves! For Giants, for HOBGOBLINS, Vortch feels nothing but RAGE!
My mother sent me to Absalom, to the Society, hoping that seeing kinder big folk would soothe my wrathful heart. And, in a way, it has. Many of those who other goblins call "Longshanks", I now call friend. My worship of Gorum, hoping he would aid me in my battle against persecutors has waned. I have discovered a love for the natural world, and the Green Faith. I've also discovered a goddess named Milani, who seems more attuned to my outlook.
Do not get me wrong. I still tap into my fury in combat. It still burns as bright, in the heat of memory of wrongs done to me and mine. And woe to the giant or hobgobline that crosses my path.
But, outside of the fight, I'm much more stable now. Well, a little more.