Post by Elyon on Mar 31, 2014 19:01:12 GMT -8
Goblins: Excretus Servosis –“Shit Horder”
Let it be known that goblins are not all that different than gnomes or pictsies in form. With the exception of a look that is a little more wild and rough around the edges. Perhaps the best way to describe them would be that they look like a crosse between a wolf and an ape, sound like a bag of walnuts being jumped on and smell like what causes tooth decay and armor rust. They also have very little hair.
Their names are very primitive when translated. IE. Tears of the Mushroom. Of the Wind Regretfully Blown, or Stinky.
Goblins live on the edge, often because they have been driven there. When nothing else can survive, they do. Coincidentally, cockroaches can be identically described. Yet it must be emphasized, coincidentally is the operative word.
Goblins follow a rather hard to follow religion called Unggue, whose central tenant is that everything that is expelled from a goblin’s body was clearly once part of them and should, therefore, be treated with reverence and stored properly so that it can be entombed with its owner in the fullness of time. In the meantime the material is stored in unggue pots.
A moment’s distasteful thought will tell us that this could not be achieved by any creature, unless in possession of great wealth, considerable storage space and extremely compliant neighbors. Therefore in reality goblins follow a more lax version of the religion where the only things collected are earwax, finger and toe nails, and snot. All of these “unggue” are stored in Unggue Pots that are crafted by the goblin itself out of any materials it can get a hold of, including precious metals. The pots are finely crafted and considered highly valuable by human races. Goblins find these pots even more precious, but on a more personal level than just commodity. Of course this doesn't stop humans from pillaging goblin homes for the pots, fueling the generation spanning feud between the species.
Goblins are the most underprivileged and despised race on Discworld. As such, they, more the other races, encounter dreadful and terrible dilemmas that force them to take drastic measures to survive. Famine is just one of these dilemmas. The most beautiful of all unggue pots is the one mostly crafted by goblin mothers called “Soul of Tears”. It is tenderly made and designed with flowers, then washed with tears to commemorate the act of having to eat one’s child to survive.
A goblin will often greet or bid farewell by using the term “Hang”. Hang, translates to survive, which is every goblins ultimate goal in life.
Let it be known that goblins are not all that different than gnomes or pictsies in form. With the exception of a look that is a little more wild and rough around the edges. Perhaps the best way to describe them would be that they look like a crosse between a wolf and an ape, sound like a bag of walnuts being jumped on and smell like what causes tooth decay and armor rust. They also have very little hair.
Their names are very primitive when translated. IE. Tears of the Mushroom. Of the Wind Regretfully Blown, or Stinky.
Goblins live on the edge, often because they have been driven there. When nothing else can survive, they do. Coincidentally, cockroaches can be identically described. Yet it must be emphasized, coincidentally is the operative word.
Goblins follow a rather hard to follow religion called Unggue, whose central tenant is that everything that is expelled from a goblin’s body was clearly once part of them and should, therefore, be treated with reverence and stored properly so that it can be entombed with its owner in the fullness of time. In the meantime the material is stored in unggue pots.
A moment’s distasteful thought will tell us that this could not be achieved by any creature, unless in possession of great wealth, considerable storage space and extremely compliant neighbors. Therefore in reality goblins follow a more lax version of the religion where the only things collected are earwax, finger and toe nails, and snot. All of these “unggue” are stored in Unggue Pots that are crafted by the goblin itself out of any materials it can get a hold of, including precious metals. The pots are finely crafted and considered highly valuable by human races. Goblins find these pots even more precious, but on a more personal level than just commodity. Of course this doesn't stop humans from pillaging goblin homes for the pots, fueling the generation spanning feud between the species.
Goblins are the most underprivileged and despised race on Discworld. As such, they, more the other races, encounter dreadful and terrible dilemmas that force them to take drastic measures to survive. Famine is just one of these dilemmas. The most beautiful of all unggue pots is the one mostly crafted by goblin mothers called “Soul of Tears”. It is tenderly made and designed with flowers, then washed with tears to commemorate the act of having to eat one’s child to survive.
A goblin will often greet or bid farewell by using the term “Hang”. Hang, translates to survive, which is every goblins ultimate goal in life.
