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D&D Story: How A Goblin’s Epic Backstory Led To A War Between Gods

December 23, 2020 All Things DnD
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D&D Story: How A Goblin’s Epic Backstory Led To A War Between Gods
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D&D Story: How A Goblin’s Epic Backstory Led To A War Between Gods
Dec 23, 2020
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A great backstory is the difference between an okay character and campaign and an amazing one.

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A great backstory is the difference between an okay character and campaign and an amazing one.

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Hello far-friends, from mountains to moons we may be distant, but I bring you good news, the news of the Wolf of the Lone. Will you please give a scarred shaman a moment of your time?
 
If you are goblin like I am, then you have likely heard tales of the Mighty One. The god Maglubiyet, and how he slayed all other gods that did not bend the knee. How he united many peoples under his gifts of fear and subjugation... I am sorry far-friend, my memories overwhelm me.
 
My rebirth came under the reign of Klarg, the would-be chief. My brother and I were slaves to a tribe of bugbears. We had been enslaved for so long that we were trusted enough to stand guard outside of the sleeping cave , however, nature called and we both ignored our duties. It is when I began to relieve myself that the grass turned to a slick oily substance beneath my feet. I tried to step away but I lost my footing and fell hard onto my back. After that, I do not know, as the pain came and darkness closed in around me.
 
When I awoke my entire world was on fire, everything I knew was pain and burning. I do not recall how but I seem to have made my way to the river to douse the flames. I vaguely remember a sharp tug, someone, something pulling me out of the water where I would have surely drowned.
 
Next I remember, it is night. I am licked awake by one of the wolves that had been chained in the cave. Her maw was stained red with the blood of my captors... I did not weep for them, whippings daily while being forced to listen to the mad rantings of a crazed bugbear. They were not worthy of my tears. 
 
My body was in pain, every inch burned and pulsed with agony. Half of my face, and most of my body, covered in horrendous painful scars. 
 
In the light of the full moon a gigantic silhouette of a wolf stood at the mouth of the cave. It confidently strode into the cave that it had now claimed for itself and its pack. 
 
 
I was frozen with fear. Would it turn its dagger like fangs on me? It walked past me with barely a glance. I dared not look back. Soon the aching pain all over my body began to ease. 
 
The wolf returned from the depths of the cave, dragging bag after bag of stolen goods that the bugbears had raided from passing merchants. As it had dragged the last bag to the edge of the treeline. It returned, and I knew, it was coming for me.
 
Then a voice filled my mind. I heard the Wolf of the Lone speak for the first time. Gentle, and reassuring, with all of the care and worry of a mother for a newborn babe. Still, the wolf only spoke one word to me, one command from my new god. "Build."
 
With that, the wolf left one of every tool and a box of nails, then walked away.
 
Knowing that I had been touched by some sort of divinity, I fell to the ground and wept openly. That night, the first night, I rested. The next morning, I began as the wolf had commanded and as if by divine prophecy, once I had built it, they came.
 
Other displaced goblins from the other clans. A few bugbears who were just tired and wanted the free food of our burgeoning village. I dared not tell them no.
 
It was several weeks before the Wolf of the Lone returned to the small but growing village. Small huts had been built and many of us had begun work on large log-walls. When the Wolf returned, they returned with another goblin by the name of "Droop." He had been given a sword by a group of chosen of the wolf. With several kills, he was at that point, our mightiest warrior.
 
Within another week, the Wolf returned again, this time with three hobgoblins who had accepted the wolf's tutelage. After Bonekisser and his compatriots joined, the clan felt different, our Wolf felt different.
 
Again, weeks went by before the wolf returned again. They had saved most of the residents of a village that had been under siege by a inquisitorial paladin, and they too added to our number.
 
The wolf stayed with us for a week. Speaking to their preference, both Bonekisser and I prepared the clan, the Wolf of the Lone seemed bothered by something. 
 
I learned a valuable lesson. There will always be those that want to take from those that they perceive as weak. A small village of refugees was the prime target for the worst that live in this world. 
 
Under the cover of darkness,  Booyagh Booyagh Booyagh attacked with his small army of ogres and goblins. Our Wolf transformed into a massive ethereal wolf that glowed in the moonlight. In the midst of that fateful night the Wolf was given a name. Gesh.
 
Gesh and their chosen joined in the defense and fought off the small force. The wizard fled, and the group followed while I stayed behind. The teachings of the wolf came to my mind as I came upon two surviving Ogres, how the Wolf accepts all, how the pack looks after the wounded. At the disgruntlement of general Bonekisser, I nursed the ogres back to health and in a few days, they had become the most staunch defenders of our faith.
 
Once the village was secure again, Gesh disappeared into the woods. 
 
It was during this absence that we all felt the change. Our wolf felt... closer to all of us. When the Gesh returned, their form was larger, bulkier, their fur stark white and covered in arcane markings. I do not know how, but we all could feel the power growing within, Gesh. We all bowed as Gesh introduced us to our new packmates. A tribe of eighty-some kobolds with a clutch of eggs with them.
 
Power is a magnet. With each addition to our tribe Gesh’s power grows but others have begun to notice...
 
Tonight, I write this upon receiving a dire proclamation. A hobgoblin War-Chief dubbed "Vedressa, The Warmother" has declared war on us in Maglubiyet's name. I do not know why, but she sent a letter declaring that the Dark One's power compelled her to do so.
 
Even the day before this letter, I have seen true miracles. A necromancer teaching magic to the most foolish amongst us, an ogre. The artificer tinkers in his new tower with his kobold allies constantly bringing us the wonders of firearms and explosives.
 
I write this for posterity. I may know many words for a goblin, but I have earned my blessings. Wish this clan of barely one hundred fools luck. For a force three-hundred strong is coming to knock on our door.

Perhaps I will see one more miracle. A small group of adventurers has just arrived. I have a good feeling about them…