#goblin lore

[goblinfables]

where are the crabs taking everything?

[torchalt]

Too many of Dungeons and Dragons' great spellcasters, and thusly the spells named after them, are the greatly men and elves with regal or intimidating names. I believe the world of make believe could do with some little guys who create their convenient little spells. So I present to you the story of "Greeble's Aura of Torn Pockets" Greeble Bigbelly was the youngest of a 13 goblin litter, but he was far from the smallest. His mom swears he was only born last because he was stuck in there from being so large. Often left out of games and mealtimes because his littermates believed his size to be unnatural for any goblin to be, he had to take to books for entertainment and little cantrips to steal scraps of meals. While his size made him a poor hider and thief he found other ways to partake in his family trade of pick pocketing, simply reversing the mathematic equation on the mending spell to undo hems and stitches in pockets or saddlebags, he would eventually find a way to turn this spell into a short lasting aura that would cause many around him to simply drop their possessions for him to greedily grab up without having to be particularly stealthy.

I haven't actually put thought into level or school of the spell, the size or duration of effect, but I just want the silly game to be a little sillier.

[thestalkerbunny]

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-Ozvald's favorite fruit was strawberries. which finding safe patches of them eat from was a rarity and a special treat back in the day. But now that he's living in the comfort with his fellow goblins under the service of Princess Diedre, he can have strawberries anytime he wants. He also likes peaches, but they're a bit messy and sticky for him to eat.

-The goblins used to sleep communally since the caves they lived in were rather cold, they sorta just.....

Cuddlin. Even now they live in a warm big castle home with central heating and their choice of spots to sleep in, it's not uncommon to see 4 or 5 of them cuddling in the midday sun for a nap.

-Ozvald doesn't ask to eat off Diedre's plate, he just sort of involuntarily leers over the table at whatever Diedre's eating like a hungry little dog begging for scraps. Diedre give him bites of dinner. Just so he has a little something something to eat. Make him think he's being helpful by taste testing her food.

-There aren't many women or children in the Goblin Clan. Mainly since the stress of the previous Bugbear leader resulted in people miscarrying and dying of stress based complications shortly after. They have a 'cleric' of sorts....up until the Bugbear crushed her skull because some medicine he was given tasted bad. This is the first time in YEARS that the goblins have been in a situation that they're comfortable enough to begin breeding successfully in.

-Ozvald is not a fan of horses. No goblin really is. Mainly because they're viewed as large clumsy creatures that are prone to kicking for no reason and bite and smell and have TERRIBLE personalities. Ozvald was bitten by a horse as a little Goblet when he and some other Goblets snuck onto a farm to steal horse feed to eat. (That's how bad things were getting. people were eating horse food.)

[the-divine-realms]

Morkantis, the Prime World, pt 6

This brings us to the last "established" humanoid on Morkantis - The goblins, or oreblins, were probably my biggest step away from the normal representation of the little folk. Living beneath the mountains where one might typically expect to find the dwarves, holding an aversion to sunlight that puts Drow elves to shame; I really wanted them to be something new for the world of goblins and I think I succeeded in that sense.

Kantumites, Goblins of the Prime

Industrious, shrewd, and masterful craftsmen, the goblins of Morkantis are the premier metal workers of the Realm. It would be no exaggeration to say that metal runs in their veins, as a supremely iron rich diet has manifested plates of "organic" metal over their skulls and protecting their vital regions. Indeed, the oreblins are capable of surviving off of raw metals, though prefer the iron rich tubers they cultivate in their underground kingdoms. It is rare, if not unheard of, to see a Kantumite outside of their cavernous homelands without some manner of cloth covering every inch of their skin and dark, crystal lenses protecting their eyes; generations of subterranean existence all be decimating their ability to thrive in the sunlight.

It is important to note that while there is nothing wrong with armor, jewelry, or weaponry from any of the Kantumite craftsmen - each of the underground kingdoms has delved deep into specialization of one facet of metallurgy.

Graxumites; crafters of the highest quality armor of the Realm, the oreblins of the south-eastern Graxum work closely with militaries around Morkantis to outfit their upper ranks with only the best. The Graxumites are easily separated from their counterparts by the dark gray of the metal plates that grow from their bodies. In recent history, the oreblins of Graxum have begun work with the dwarves on the plating that makes up their magitek prosthesis.

Calzumites; its often said that there isn't a royal head on Morkantis that isn't weighed down by a Calzumite crown. Crafters of the most sought-after jewelry in all of the Realm, the oreblins of the north-eastern Calzum are unmatched with both gem cutting and working precious metals into fine works of art. The Calzumites are different from their counterparts in the sense that the metal growing on their bodies looks very similar to gold - though its likely some manner of pyrite.

Ilumites; no forges in the world produce finer weaponry than those of the Ilumite oreblins. Holding their edge for years and lasting through generations, the weapons from the south-western Enzilum are immediate heirlooms within the houses of those who obtain one and are thought to be able to turn the tide of battle alone. The Ilumites are easily separated from their counterparts by the reddened hue of their metal plates, assumed to be from the heavy copper presence in their mountain home and thus their diets.

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[gallusrostromegalus]

So the tire-eating potholes in my neighborhood finally killed both my rear tires and I had to get that dealt with, but while they were getting replaced, I put the dogs in puppy daycare and upon picking them up early, the attendant literally sprinted to the front desk, grabbed me by the shoulders and breathlessly exclaimed "YOUNEEDTOCOMESEEWHATYOURDOGSAREDOING"

While she escorted me back to the play yards, she explained that every time they have more than three Corgi, they have to put all the Corgs in a separate play yard because they turn into a little gang and bully the Very Large dogs by playing Cow Herding Simulator 5000 with them, and especially if Herschel is there, because corgis are bossy-pants dogs, and Herschel has the bossiest pants of them all and acts as leader.

Despite being a little Don Corgleone to the short bitch mafia, Hershcel is also a Huge Baby and will apparently cry and cry and try to climb the fence and cry and eat people's shoelaces and cry if he is separated from Charlie during playtime, so this means any time that "Corgi Party" is happening, Charlie also has to go to Corgi party, despite being full-height, running cat software and a senior citizen. he copes with being Gulliver amongst the Liliputians by climbing onto the roof of the playskool castle they have for a climbing structure in the yard, kicking the ladder down behind him, and stretching out to nap in the sun while the corgi frolic and gambol around him.

Corgi are dogs that make up and play games with secret rules, like kindergartners. "Everyone bark in sync" is a popular game, as is "follow the leader" and it's companion game "March in a circle around a tall structure like ants caught in a death loop".

So what I was greeted with, when the attendant and I snuck out to the play yard, was the sight of Charlie, sound asleep and flat on his back with his paws crossed over his chest because sighthounds sleep in the stupidest fucking positions, on top of a faux-medieval castle with gargoyles on the corners, surrounded by approximately seven Corgi, all trotting in a circle around him, barking in sync.

"They look like they're preforming some kind of ritual!" giggled the attendant as attempted to get my phone to focus.

"Yeah, they're gonna summon Corgtulhu." I said.

Unfortunately, this made the attendant literally fall on her ass laughing, and distracted Herschel and his compatriots, so they didn't get to complete the summons, and I didn't get the pic.

The attendant kept laughing because apparently she's new to puns, and had mostly gotten it under control by the time we got everyone's leashes on and back out to the front.

The manager was watching the front desk, bemused. Did you get to see them doing the ritual?"

"YEAH!" shrieks the attendant, still excitable with merriment. "THEY'RE- THEY WERE-" The attendant ends up giggling on the floor.

"You okay there Katie?" asked the manager with minimal concern.

"We think they were trying to summon Corgthulhu." I eplain, and Katie screams from the floor. "Wasn't gonna work though, you need a virgin sacrifice and Charlie had an STD when we got him."

It was the manager's turn to shriek. and for Charlie and Herschel to start barking in solidarity.

"That's right Charlie! Your sluttiness saved the world!" I told him, as he jumped up and kicked me in the face.

Anyway, that's why Charlie's nickname at daycare is now "Superman(whore)"

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[kabewski]

Flak Arcana Goblins! Next up I'll show you the other two species of goblins.

[commentgoblin]

My dad used to be a licensed (?) taxidermist! He taught me a little of it and it’s actually pretty neat. I always wanted to do fish but we moved and he didn’t have a workshop before I could learn

[iguanodont]

A lonely little fish-creature meets a goblin. Not that young Ahab knew what a goblin was at the time, but they became good friends nonetheless. The goblin’s name is Checkermint, or “Checkers”.

[asspinkie]

there should be a permanent option to ask gale about his special interests. it varies depending on act/setting perhaps but. sometimes i just want to listen to that man speak

[kaiju-krew]

So I know this is like, a month late (forgot to ask when you posted the pic lol), but what's up with Labra? He got like a backstory, lore, or something like that? I'm curious and wanna know more abt him.

drew him again :3c

UHMMM yes i am lore building for him........ i haven't decided everything yet but i know i want him to be a distant cousin species of goji's. everyone's fangoji lore is different but i def imagine him as a part of my personal monsterverse au rather than existing in his own world with no friends haha loser

putting a cut here so i dont spam people's feeds lmao

likeeee for comparison it's probably similar to Crocodylia encompassing crocodiles, alligators, and gharials?? labra is in a similar niche to zilla for me. goji is the largest/apex species of the gojiran order, whereas zilla & labra are smaller and occupy a different niche. Big bruiser lion vs. carcal or lynx type thing.

my hc is that the vast majority of labra's species (pre-mutation art is what they looked like) was wiped out when ghido got into hollow earth. which is also the same time he wiped out most of the divine moths and a couple other species :''(

it ended with ghido iced but it fucked up the hollow earth ecosystem for a while and led to a lot more radiation leakage since he tore the place up real bad. labra was Almost Dead and ended up hibernating to recover by a radiation vent, but he'd laid down in feldspar vein that kinda grew to cover him and turned to labradorite and idk magic radiation nonsense it fused with him and caused him to grow/mutate.

the ghido massacre also caused battra to hibernate/mutate too so it's a Big Event in my silly au world. most of the kaiju that are clearly a result of mutation fuckery (biollante, kessho too) may be related to it as well but i haven't fully fleshed it out yet. it would mostly be based around goji's hyper-regeneration doing the thing where like.. if a big enough chunk of him gets lobbed off and has access to energy it mutates and tries to regenerate and causes a fucked up clone siblings thing idk omg ok i'm in tangent city good god sorry i was supposed to be talking about my gay son

ANYWAYSSSSSS for more general hc/character stuff: >labra is genuinely terrified of ghido and even gets freaked out when he hears wing beats without warning. (mosu beats rodan's ass bcuz he divebombs labra for fun sometimes) >he lives on monster island and ventures down to hollow earth sometimes, but he won't return to his old home because it just reminds him everyone else of his species is gone. (he isn't even his own species anymore bcuz of the mutation. so they're basically extinct.) >he loves swimming and sometimes just lays in the shallows to absorb sunlight. stretches out like a lazy ass cat. cat boy behaviour >he's loyal to goji and doesn't start shit with humans unless they attack first. even then he does his best to steer clear. >mothra likes his dorsal plates and talks with him sometimes (Moth Therapy) they can bond over ghido hating it's a good time >he has a mutually bitch-bother dynamic with rodan where rodan bothers the shit outta him until he manages to grab that turkey and idk sits on him or something. but if rodan really pisses him off he doesn't mind actually throwing hands because he knows goji won't care if he puts the bird in it's place. >he also likes angy, zilla, and bio a lot too.

there's more but i'll stop there for nowwwww

tldr: big gay lizard is traumatized but doing ok ig

[clayclayton332]

FORD FIDDLEFORD STANLEY AND SARDONYX?!??! and the lalala seals... i love them...

[a2zillustration]

I was really inspired by mlarty's reference sheet for their durge Marrow and I wanted to make something nice for Croissant. Shoutouts to everyone taking photos and videos of every article of clothing and every dye combination in the game so I could make this.

[[ All Croissant Adventures (chronological, desktop) ]]

[[ All Croissant Adventures (app) ]]

[thefreakandthehair]

eddie's nerdy little watch simply doesn't get the attention it should. like, this man is a menace with the alarms. it beeps constantly. gareth once tried to accidentally drop it in a puddle outside of the hangout but surprise! water resistant. jeff tried to throw it into the bushes, but oops! eddie finds it when it starts beeping. everyone around him wants that watch dead and sure, even eddie grows tired of it eventually but knowing that it drives his friends absolutely fucking insane is enough to keep wearing it.

[gallusrostromegalus]

I haven't seen any dog stories in a while. How are Charleston and The Hanukkah Goblin doing?

Dog updates!

The first one is a little sad, but also how life should go. Arwen is 14 now and while she's still moving, eating, pooping and generally enjoying life, she also has canine dementia and sundown syndrome where she gets extremely nervous and her dementia gets worse after dark. She'll be with us for a while yet, but it's something we have to manage now.

One person who is very much helping her manage is Herschel. My parents are traveling a lot while they still have the knees for it so I spend a lot of time up at their house, and Charleston and Herschel come up too. Being a Corgi, Herschel likes to manage things, and Arwen would like someone to manage things for her so he's become her self-appointed guide dog.

When I call the dogs for food or outside, he goes and finds her deaf ass and herds her to the location. Normally she doesn't go outside after dark but when the boys are there she's willing to wait for Charlie to chase away anything that might be lurking out there, and then follow Herschel's ass around the yard at night.

Very literally.

She's also got cataracts forming and I think his bright white backside is easy for her to see in the dark, so she follows it around.

During daytime walks she sees well enough but neither she nor Charlie are fans of strange off-leash dogs running up to them (a regrettably common problem out here. I don't care if your dog is friendly MINE ARE NOT!), so both of them prefer to walk half a pace behind Herschel so his more socially adept and knife-filled face is out front to intercept any unwanted solicitors. This does tend to give people the opposite impression though- because he is so much shorter, Herschel gives the impression of a tiny, charming mafioso flanked by his two large and surly bodyguards.

Like, they absolutely would kill a bear for him.

But Charlie and Arwen would also try to kill a bear on general principle.

At night, when Arwen barks at shadows, Herschel runs up and stand between her and the alleged menace, and does his best to look large and intimidating and for as silly as he looks, he does have a very good growl. After a moment, when the alleged bear or congressman or other horror fails to appear, he will stick his nose into the offending shadow, and finding nothing, be satisfied that their joint effort has successfully chased the problem off, and report back to her. This, more than anything else, seems to alleviate Arwen 's fears.

I guess we all just need someone to take us seriously when we're frightened.

Charleston, meanwhile, has gotten into giving safari tours of the front range's small vertebrates.

After eight years of managing his exceptionally high prey drive, something clicked earlier this summer and instead of immediately lunging his whole face at any approximately bite-sized animal in an attempt to expedite it's journey into his stomach, Charlie has started *pointing* at things until I come look at them and tell him he's a good boy. This started with a mole, something he'd never seen before and that moves above ground in a strange way, so he wasn't sure about eating it, so he only alerted at it. "GOOD BOY!" I shouted, giving him all the cuddles. "GOOD SPOT! GOOD JOB NOT EATING IT!"

It's important to reward behavior you want to see.

Since then, he's been trying out pointing at small creatures in the grass and then making very pointed eye contact with me until I come look at them. This is a little tricky when walking both dogs because Herschel is still very much in his "inhale wildlife" phase, but usually I can lock the little gremlin's leash and go look at whatever Charlie has cornered while Herschel attempts to develop telekinesis to will the critter into his mouth.

So far, Charleston has found: a baby rabbit, several baby rabbits in a cluster, an adult rabbit with Jackalope virus, several voles, several moles, a fledgling owl, only the two mice, several mouse-sized grasshoppers and cicada, someone's pet rat (the person was searching within earshot and 'Socks' was collected forthwith), a beanie baby that had me fooled for a hit minute too, a marmot which I didn't know lived down here, a groundhog which I didn't know lived up here, a mink, so many toads, a wild turkey chick, so many more garter snakes and last night, an aquatic shrew.

I don't know if there's an Audubon Society for small things that scuttle around in the undergrowth, but I am inclined to join solely to get Charleston recognition for his service in surveying them.

[anartweirdosworld]

The Ancient Hero’s Heritage

Personally, the Ancient Hero’s design has always bothered me, it felt odd, out of place. So, I wanted to see if I could find a way to make him more likeable in my eyes. I started thinking of what he could be. At first I thought a Hylian/Zonai hybrid, but that wouldn’t explain where the tail came from, or his digitigrade legs.

Finally, two weeks ago it hit me, a Mogma/Zonai hybrid. The statues we find first in The Depths look a lot like the Mogma of Skyward Sword, so I theorized that The Mogma lived in the Depths for thousands upon thousands of years, adapting to a darker home, or maybe it was their home all along. Eventually, the Zonai would meet this race and work with them to mine zonaite, forming a close bond.

When The Imprisoning War happened, a small group of non royal Zonai were still in The Depths, and managed to survive for 10’000 years, their numbers slowly dwindling until there was only one left. This survivor would fall in love with a Mogma, and create a wonderful being, who would become, Calamity’s hero.

I hope y’all enjoy this small passion project of mine! I was very excited to make this and seeing it finally done makes me very happy. Have fun with my little dirt goblin

Small edit: I realize now that in my excitement to finish and share this with y’all I didn’t give all the details in the drawings so here they are!

In the first drawing the Ancient Hero, who I’ll call Aspect, is excitedly chatting with his parents! The Zonai is his mother, her name has yet to be decided, and the Mogma is his father, whom I have dubbed Biggs after Biggs Jasper! I thought it would be cool if this community of Mogma’s had names after special stones and jewels. His father helps run the mines across The Depths and his mother specializes in cutting gemstones. Aspect has always been a courageous and ambitious boy, always feeling he needs to prove himself.

After hearing of stories of a surface world from his mother for years, Aspect one day decides that he will see if such a place still exists. In the second drawing, he does just that, breaking the ground for the first time and seeing a creature that he’d only heard tales of, Hylians. And this Hylian, just happened to be the Princess Herself.

[walkthemaze]

Not me losing my mind over how good “The Hands of the Emperor” is.

I subjected my eyes to a 1,000 page ebook and finished in 4 days. Every minute of free time for the last two weeks has gone into reading more in the series. I never write down quotes but I have more than 50 from this book. I cried (good tears) on multiple occasions. I WILL be making art at some point (a promise and a threat). If you like stories about kind people working to change the world for good while trying to reconcile their own place in it, do yourself a favor and read it.