#warrior goblin

[marshfeldman31]

Thorgar Axebinder

In the dense, mist-shrouded depths of the Darkwood Forest, amongst the ancient oaks and whispering pines, there stands a figure of lore and legend—Thorgar Axebinder, the warrior goblin of yore. His tale is one woven through the ages, told in hushed tones around crackling campfires and inscribed in the tomes of the learned.

Born beneath the Blood Moon to the clan of Ironsnout, Thorgar was marked from the beginning by the old seeress to be a goblin not of common cloth but of a destiny as hard and sharp as the iron they mined. As a whelp, he was swifter, keener, and more cunning than his peers, often leading them into the heart of the forest to explore the ruins of civilizations long forgotten.

His prowess in battle was evident from his first skirmish when he turned a bandit ambush into a rout, wielding nothing but a rusted hatchet. The hatchet, his first trophy, was bound to his hand by leather thongs, earning him the name Axebinder. With time, the hatchet was replaced by a fearsome axe, forged in dragonfire and cooled in the tears of a banshee—his trusted companion through countless battles.

Thorgar's legend grew, not just for his might in battle but for his unexpected wisdom. Unlike his kin, who were quick to ransack and retreat into the night, Thorgar sought to build a bastion for his people—a stronghold where the goblin song could rise, free from the fear of elven arrows or human swords.

The scars that line his visage are a map of his life's trials, from the jagged line across his cheek from a dwarven axe to the burn upon his brow from a sorcerer's flame. His eyes, a piercing amber, have beheld the fall of heroes and monsters alike. His armor, cobbled from the remains of his foes, serves as a testament to his resilience and his unyielding spirit.

Now, in the twilight of his years, Thorgar Axebinder stands not as a raider of the shadows but as a guardian of his kin. His story is not of a beast lurking in the dark but of a warrior who turned the tide for his people, a goblin who became a legend.

[mcnostril]

Old greble. With age comes experience and the skill to live without a full set of eyeballs or trousers.

[liberaljane]

Fantasy is for everyone

Digital illustration of a large diverse group of adventurers with different races, ages, genders and abilities. Text reads, ‘fantasy is for everybody.’

[thetinyscald-blog]

Commission - Grulla

[basinclan]

what if I suddenly snapped and made a clangen comic. what then.

[liccy]

For the WIP ask game, curious about artblockrr or bigbro 👀

Let's do bigbro!

This was more a self gratification draw. It's niche, but I didn't want to stop drawing more baby!FaeRule. Someone commented how they wanted to give the sprite new clothes, and I thought... who's the best to dress up little fairies? Wars! Plus, you can totally get Loz1's original outfit as a fairy costume in the game! (At least in Definitive Edition). It was perfect.... except I completely forgot what I wanted to do on the bottom half, and it just stayed buried in my files. But never forgotten in my heart.

[this-is-ris]

Hey guys! How do I look in my new FFXIV chair???

I was a little nervous taking a selfie buy hey! We are all ffxiv fans here, I knew you'd accept me! ♡

Just 6 more night nights til Dawntrail!

[diadoesart]

Another collection of unhinged commissions I've done. These are indefinitely available on my ko-fi where you can find the full list of all previous comms in this style as well.

[mtg-cards-hourly]

Crazed Goblin

Because fighting is easier than figuring out what else to do.

Artist: Darrell Riche TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link

[gentleerzulie]

My little goblin ally!

GEAR LIST HERE

[erogeist]

My last drawing of 2023, couldn't decide between a goblin and a draph, so I made a draphblin. Here's to more shortstacks in 2024

[sillygoblinantics]

GENNDY APPRECIATION POST

[treasure-goblin]

Lu Elementary School AU

Lunch With The Minish (ft. Four and Warriors)

Lunch had been, for lack of a better term, a disaster.

Wars sighed sadly as his stomach growled and hugged his knees to his chest. Cia had taken his lunch again, and he had lied to Time and said he had eaten quickly so he could play outside more. Instead, the 4th grader was sitting in a far corner of the playground, waiting for the bell to call him in. It was good it wasn't Wednesday, he supposed. He couldn't stay late and tutor Legend on an empty stomach.

Small footsteps caused him to look up, blue eyes blinking up at the kid in front of him.

“...you're here to feed the Minish, too?” The little boy asked. The kids' ID was yellow, meaning he was in 2nd grade.

“No. No, sorry.” Warriors said, going to stand up. “I was just waiting here, sorry.” He dusted his pants off and straightened his blazer and tie, nervously.

“You say sorry a lot.” The kid mused, kneeling down on the grass and setting down the paper towel he had in his hands. Inside the paper towel was a couple cookies, chocolate chip, and the kid started breaking the first one into pieces. “You can stay, I don't care.”

“I don't want to bother you…” Warriors said, but made no effort to leave. He stood over the kid as he finished breaking up the first cookie, then started taking the little pieces and placing them in the bushes. “What…what are you doing with the cookies?”

The kid gave him a look, then shrugged. “Feeding the Minish.” He repeated. Warriors nodded.

“Oh, the Minish.”

A moment went by.

“What are the Minish, exactly?”

The younger kid sighed and waved him closer, pointing to the little fairy houses Warriors had not seen before.

“The Minish are little creatures that only kids can see. And you have to be good, too.” The kid explained, sitting up again. “I bring them treats and tell them stories during lunch and recess, and they bring me little things like buttons or feathers.”

Warriors wasn't sure how much he believed that, but his grandmother has told him it was wrong to tear down someone's imagination.

“Oh, I see.” He replied, studying the little houses curiously. “Did you make these? You did a good job. They look cool!”

“Yup! All by myself.” The kid puffed up with pride, then took the final cookie and broke it in half, offering one half to Warriors. “Here, the Minish like to share, and since you're my friend now I'm sharing with you, too.”

Warriors blinked in surprise but took the cookie. He didn't know making friends was that easy. The two ate their cookies and sat in companionable silence till the bell rung.

“I'm Warriors. What's your name?” The 4th grader asked eventually.

“I'm Four.” The kid nodded, sticking his hand out for a shake. Warriors shook his hand, smiling a bit at the odd name. It suited the kid.

The two walked back to their classes, and didn't see each other for the rest of the school day, but Wars found he wasn't as hungry as he normally was.

He liked the Minish, he decided. And he liked his new friend.

Masterlist

Divider by @/cafekitsune

[cubesona]

honest commission for lionheartedreaver

[lil-tachyon]

Warmistress Pung and her Mighty Maul

[blogfanreborn777]

Dungeons and Dragons: Rules Compendium 1 by juliedillon