Adasinio

A nicely spoken and well around good writer.

 

You have my support.

Make a goblin, you wont regret it!

 

All needed threads are in my signature.

1 hour ago, Ornias_Aquarius said:

Minecraft Name; Ornias_Aquarius

Roleplay Name; Bub

Time-Zone; GMT+1

Skype; tudor_bordianu

 

30 minutes ago, TheNinox said:

Format:

 

Minecraft Name; TheNinox

Roleplay Name; Rat

Time-Zone; Eastern

Skype; CubanCMcM (Already added to chat)

 

Accepted!

 

Welcome, Blood Brothers!

Damn Daniel, am I hip now?

 

Yeah, this guy is real helpful and goes out of his way to assist, would do well.

When you say human flesh, do you mean purely human flesh or the flesh of the descendants? Also, does it crave it as a source of nourishment, or more so as a form of preemptive attack?

 

Otherwise, it's lovely lore and adds more color to the canvas that is LotC.

26 minutes ago, Devin said:

 

 

Minecraft Name; DaUrukz

Roleplay Name; Olga

Time-Zone; Pacific

Skype; findingdem

 

 

Accepted!

 

Welcome, Broodling!

 

I am triggered!

 

There needs to be equal representation of goblins in all race memes.

2 hours ago, Tom_Whiteman said:

I have read through her ancestral addition to Orcish culture- the writing checks out, as well it's formatted beautifully. Adasino, I suggest you look into Orcish culture/history too, I'm sure the WT could use some extra writers in that specific category. 

 

(+1 Highly recommend)

 

3 minutes ago, Stobohobo2 said:

As both of the orc writers (Me and Tom) have just departed the wiki team, I think she would make a good addition. On one condition, and that is her learning the history and other things of the Orcs, as proofreading isn't the only thing required.

 

I will definitely be sure to read up on all of the history and other such readings to do with orcs, if you have any pieces then feel free to give me homework and I'll blitz through it! 

 

Thank you everyone for your support! 

Any chance there could be random assortment of spawning mobs, with lore behind them? Like; special spiders, special skeletons, etc. Give them interesting loot, or just the regular loot, which gives people a reason to go there outside of an event to enjoy it.

 

Otherwise, I trust you guys to make awesome events! (just remember to disable the above if you do go with it during the event)

1 hour ago, Redxophos said:

Mc name: TavernLich

RP name: Fiddledump

Time-Zone: EST -2

Skype: bart.yap (in CA)

 

Accepted!

 

Welcome, Broodling!

Zer0's rendering would give the Wikipedia quite an uplifting appearance.

 

The support is real!

MC name:

Adasinio

 

Forum name:

Adasinio

 

Skype Name:

Private message me for it

 

What is your timezone?

GMT +1

 

How do you wish to work on the wiki? (Media, proof checking, writing, etc):

Proof checking for; grammatical mistakes, spelling mistakes and lore mishaps (for the limited knowledge I have) as well as writing.

 

Have you worked on the wiki before?:

No I have not, though willing to learn.

 

Do you have a basic understanding of lore?:

Indeed I do, a bit more than the average new player as I read it during my spare time.

 

Extra information:

My current focus is upon Orcish lore and writing, specializing in goblins but orcs as a whole too.

14 minutes ago, Johnkana said:

Mc name: Reeekana

RP name: Gulub

Time-Zone: Pacific

Skype: Johnkanagaming

 

Accepted!

 

Welcome Blood Brother!

6 minutes ago, goblinguy17 said:

Minecraft Name; goblinguy17

Roleplay Name; Uragik

Time-Zone; Ulgen

Skype; hayden/Goblinguy17

 

Accepted!

 

Welcome, Broodling.

2 minutes ago, TheJollyPear said:

MC: TheJollyPear

RP name: Bulub

Time zone: EST

Skype: Already got it.

 

Added!

 

Congratulations becoming the first documented Blood Brother!

 

Hierarchy:

Chieftain/Chieftess;

The title of Chieftain/Chieftess goes to the overall figurehead and leader of the clan. Their word is final, and has the ability to veto any and all propositions put forward during clan meetings.
The goblin voted upon by the elders of the clan.

 

Chieftess Pyzi’Tuk

 

Elder;

The title of Elder goes to the members of the clan who has devoted their time into the clan. These members hold power within the clan and sit upon the council with the Chieftain/Chieftess.
The goblins gifted by the Chieftain/Chieftess.

 

Elder Olnin’Tuk

Elder Onk’Tuk

 

Blood Brother / Sister;

The position of a Blood Brother/Sister are for those who have passed their broodling trials and are accepted as members of the Tuk clan, they make up the body of the clan.

The goblins appointed by the Chieftain/Chieftess or Elder.

 

Blood Brother Bub'Tuk

Blood Brother Bulub'Tuk

Blood Brother Gulub'Tuk

Blood Brother Kharshil'Tuk

Blood Brother Rat'Tuk

Blood Brother Rixym'Tuk

 

Broodling;

The position of Broodling is given to the new blood of the clan who have yet to pass their trials and are unofficial members of the Tuk clan, they are kept at this position until the trials are done.

The goblins appointed by the Chieftain/Chieftess or Elder.

 

Broodling Buz'Tuk

Broodling Fiddledump

Broodling Keldug’Tuk

Broodling Ozog’Tuk

Broodling Olga'Tuk

Broodling Uragik'Tuk

Broodling Urgat'Tuk

 

 

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Trials:

 

Scholarly Endeavours;

A Broodling’s first task is considered an important journey of knowledge, and each Broodling are given a unique task regarding the journey. Be it from, obtaining a tome of knowledge to learning information, it would range vastly and have an intellectual reason behind it. The Broodling would then return to the Elder whom gave the task and prove his task was completed to move on.

 

Tinkerers Accomplishment;

The second task a Broodling must go through is that of engineering. Each Broodling would be assigned a separate task involving the beauty of invention and expected to finish it in a timely manner, be it from; creating a blueprint for a sizeable invention to creating something to better the clan or Uzg. Once the Broodling has finished, they are to report to the Elder whom gave the task and prove its completion before moving on.

 

Serpents Horde;

An interesting task that the Broodling is assigned, to bring in an item of value without breaking their ideology of honour and pride, thieving from a weakling will not be accepted and the item must have value to the Chieftain/Chieftess and Elder. Once they believe they have done, they are to report back to the Elder whom assigned them the task and prove it complete.

 

Skull Gathering;

Once a Broodling has advanced and finished most of their trials, there is a final test. The last trial is to obtain the head of an enemy which has been approved by the Chieftess or an Elder of the clan. The Broodling will seek out the victim, with the intention of removing their head by any means and return to show it to the Chieftess. This skull should be held high as a token that the Broodling has advanced into a Blood Brother/Sister.

 

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The Tuk Clan

 

 

“Wi ztahnd ztrung unytid!”

 

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History:

 

Very little is known of the origins of clan Tuk, simply that it was founded by the ancestral goblin;

Tukki and was given blessings by Krug for her strong will and determination to unite the goblins under one banner,

beneath the warband’s overarching banner of Krug.

 

Recently the Tome of Tukki was uncovered within a ruined library, hidden beneath the sandy dunes of the orcish desert.

It held the story of Tukki and how she formed the first goblin clan under Krug.

Immediately after uncovering this Tome, it was presented to Rex Kharak’Raguk.

 

The Rex acknowledged the Tome given by the goblins, flicking through the aged papers for a moment before giving a solemn nod and passing the Tome back.

Kharak cleared his throat and gave the goblins his permission and blessing to reform the Tuk clan.

 

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Relics:

 

The Tome of Tukki;

An aged, yet legible, book holding the story of the ancestral spirit Tukki; The Goblin Uniter.

The story consists of how she defeated the goblin gangs and united them under her beneath Krug’s banner, being blessed by Krug to form and lead the first clan Tuk.

 

Pyzi’s Flame Stick;

A peculiar light orange stick, it emits a soft heat when not touched but on contact it’s colour goes a deeper orange and the heat becomes slightly stronger, the heat not causing pain but mild discomfort and strangely when in contact with water, as well as flesh, it additionally gives the occasional tingling sensation.

 

Olnin’s Gold Staff;

A beautifully crafted staff with delicate patterns carving along the length of it, the pommel has been molded into a strikingly realistic skull.

At the end of the staff is a metallic tip which is shaped into a spike, quite sharp despite it being on the end of the staff.

 

Onk’s Smithing Hammer;

A well used steel hammer, it’s head is scarred with flickering patterns from the years of use upon an anvil in it’s work.

The handle is covered in various animal hides, in a multitude of colors decorating it’s hilt.

At the end of the hilt hangs a black lock of hair, from unknown origins.

 

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Traditions:

 

Tributes & Sacrifices;

The clan holds tributes and sacrifices to the spirits in high regard, especially those towards the ancestral spirit; Tukki.

During Tukki’s reign of Chieftess she openly worshipped multiple immortals, thus the Tuk clan gives tribute and sacrifices to a pantheon of spirits.

 

Inventions;

Due to their natural intellect and their strong loyalty to both Rex and Uzg, it is a strong tradition that those of the Tuk clan actively work on projects to not only better the clan but the entire Uzg as a whole. Being very creative and practical in their inventions.

 

Slaves;

When it comes to their slaves, Tuk’s tend to be less aggressive with them but not overly pleasant either.

Once one becomes a Tuk slave they will begin to be broken down into a shell of their former self, then slowly taught the ways of the Uzg.

Once they have accepted their fate as a slave, then they are treated better than those who haven’t.

 

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Rules:

I. The clan comes first.

II. Every Tuk is to be treated as family.

III. Be honourable, always.

IV. Give respect to those above you.

V. Stand proudly as an Uzg Goblin.

VI. We do not steal from each other.

VII. We do not kill another Tuk, not even during a klomp.

VIII. Help the Uzg where you can.

IX. Praise Tukki.

X. Follow Krug's code till your last breath.

 

It is up to the Chieftain/Chieftess or an Elder to assign the punishment, according to the crime.

 

Goblin; Sub-race of Orc.

 

 

Introductory;

 

Hello there, and welcome to my guide to making a goblin.

 

I write this with the intention of assisting you in joining the fun and unique roleplay experience, with a very friendly player-base to match.

 

Before you go on, allow me to debunk a couple misconceptions;

 

Goblins are not dainty and weak creatures, despite them being less powerful than their uruk cousins, they are often stronger than their Human counterparts. They are also capable of great feats of strength and intense combat prowess.

 

Goblins are not the same size of a dwarf, or a halfling, they aren’t usually smaller than a human and their shape is (on average) similarly built to a human with a more muscular physique to to their environment.

 

Goblins are good tinkerers and love precious items, but not to the extent that is thoughts and not every goblin shows these traits. Each one is different, and unique, in their own way and so should you be, if you wish it.

 

Appearance;

 

Goblins are the smallest of the three orc sub-races; in both height and girth.

 

Your average goblin can have a height anywhere from five feet to six feet tall, very rare cases of reaching near seven feet but never exceeding that. Their girth is quite slimmer than their uruk cousins, though are still common place to have a muscular physique.

 

A goblin’s skin colour is heavily reliant upon several key factors; heritage, environment and clan culture. The most common would be green, though it is not uncommon to have; red, grey or a gentle blue hue. While their eye’s are more commonly darker colours of browns, greens and reds, though is not uncommon to have blues and lighter shades.

 

Clothing for a goblin is simply ragged clothing of a design the one wearing it feels comfortable in, while they tend to go with simplistic clothing out of pure comfort level, it is not uncommon for a goblin to wear something that is more appeasing to their eye.

 

Culture;

 

While the goblins live among their kinship and share their culture of the spirits, laws of the Rexdom and the ideology of ‘Might is Right’, goblins tend to have a few extra key pieces that make them somewhat unique.

 

Due to their more intelligent nature, goblins tend to utilize their minds much more than their uruk cousins and would seek to try and talk their way into, or out of, a situation happening but is not against fighting when needed, as they still succumb to their bloodrage.

 

When it comes to shamanism and the spirits, goblins are still devouts through and through, some goblins are known to be aspiring shamans due to their more intellectual attitude and most tend to give honour to their ancestral spirit; Tukki, the goblin uniter.

 

As the populace of the goblins tends to be lower than the rest, they form a quick bond with their brethren and tend to live in more cramped locations among their kin whilst at their homestead. Most commonly in; caverns, caves, sewers, etc.

 

While it’s known that goblin’s tusks are less invasive on their speech, thus giving them a much easier time to speak more simplified versions of blah, they still actively speak in blah as it is ingrained at a young age due to culture.

 

Noteable Goblins;

 

Tukki - The goblin uniter and ancestral spirit of the goblins.

 

 

 

 

I would like to thank you for reading and give credit where credit is deserved;

 

Thank you jaeden111 and Writicti for assisting me in writing this piece, without both of you it wouldn’t be this unique and lovely.

 

Thank you Cave_Creature for going over it and fixing the grammar which was mostly in my areas, without you it would of been a mess of my horrible grammar and run on sentences.

 

Thank you to Smawton and ilikefooddude for sparking my interest in beginning this piece and for all your wonderful work in the orcs.

 

And finally, thank you to all the goblins for giving me the motivation to go through with it and to add something lovely as this is the first official goblin ancestral spirit.

 

I also would like to quickly apologize for leaving the dialogue in ‘common’ or ‘English’, I was originally intending to change it to blah and then contemplated simplified blah but I have made the conscious decision of keeping it as it is for ease of reading, for new players and old. Think of it like the many shows that the characters who clearly aren’t human, speak in our fluent tongue but all the while are truly speaking an alien language.

 

Also, I felt sick upon releasing this so maybe that held a part in the decision. Who knows.

 

Tukki; The Goblin Uniter

 

 

“We stand strong united!”

 

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The red sands of the desert rolls across the land from the traveling winds, footprints being lost only moments after the mark was left in the surface. A pair of shadows dance in a twisted fashion along the dunes from the beating rays of the sun up above. The figures would seem tiny compared to the vastness of the sea of red grains around them, though the goblins stride forward.

 

Fading from sight, the tavern far behind the pair begins to sink into the horizon as their movement remains steady and precise. The one ahead clearly leading, the other trailing behind and moves in a faster pace to catch up. The female grunts as the male catches up to her, though not in any sort of displeasure to his appearance. Her mind was clearly elsewhere and silence sits in between the pair, before the male speaks up.

 

The guttural voice of the male cuts the silence. “Tukki, the **** are you doing?” He asks in a quizzical manner, as his expression shows no understanding of the situation.

 

With a low grunt, the female responds. “Defending my … Our honour, Gorz,” she retorts through her gritted teeth.

 

“They were talking about the Iron Biter leader, not you,” lets out Gorz, attempting to calm Tukki down.

 

“I’m not talking about those idiots in the tavern, this so called leader, is making all goblins look weak and dishonourable and that … That is what I’m going to defend.”

 

Gorz shook his sun-burnt head, keeping his mouth shut as the silence set in once more and remained throughout the travel. Hours later the sharp crags of the deserted quarry begin to appear over the horizon, the tools of the quarries’ prior workers still litter the ground in spite of their departure years prior. Tukki leads Gorz down the quarries outreaching pathways, her foot placements careful and decisive.

 

All around the quarry, the sounds of running feet begin to echo throughout, giving the pair a clear feeling of being watched. This clearly unphased them as the pair stood stoic in front of the abandoned iron mine located at the bottom of the quarry. The sounds of it’s inhabitants could be faintly heard, and without hesitation Tukki begins her descent with Gorz following shortly behind, his hand falling to his sword's hilt.

 

Along the entrance lay the skeletons of long dead animals of all sizes, even a couple more humanoid skeletons sprawled throughout in a clearly deliberate pattern. Tukki scoffs at the site as she arrives to the minecart tracks, unimpressed by the attempt of intimidation made by those inside. The pair followed the tracks, and within a few yards down, they come across a toppled cart leaning against the wall and the glow of a nearby torch.

 

The glowing shadow begged for their attention, both Tukki and Gorz turned their heads and continued onward towards it’s source. The light grew brighter and brighter with every step, approaching a more visible ray of light streaming from an opening up ahead. Upon arriving to the opening, the two looked at one another before beholding the threshold hidden within the mines; the Iron Biters’ hideout.

 

Gorz mutters to Tukki, “We found their hideout. The -” his sentence was cut off with Tukki’s serious and bold tone. “Iron Biters.”

 

Together, they carefully stepped through the tight threshold between the old mine and the gang’s large hideout. Both Gorz and Tukki glare at the Iron Biter goblins - those making their way around the area, those at work and those lazing around in the center. The two fix their posture as they stand inside the hideout, wordlessly studying the area with keen eyes. Tukki broke the pair’s silence.

 

“Everyone.” Tukki shouted into the room, however the goblins ignored her. She cleared her throat and let out a bellowing roar. “Everyone!”

 

A sudden silence fell upon the entirety of the mines, members of the Iron Biters slowly turn towards Tukki and each of their faces grew scowls. She floats her gaze over each individual member that gave her attention as she openly gave a question. “Where is the weak leader of your gang, Iron Biters?” The question sits for a moment, ringing in the stale air, before she declares, “I challenge him to an honour fight!”

 

Silence sits among the area after her announcement is made before a burst of laughter erupts all around them, echoing throughout the mines. Each Iron Biter goblin cackling like mad and snickering from such a statement, slowly it died out and a few began to talk among each other, the sounds of soft giggling would still sit in the ear before the sound of clapping begins from behind a now moving pair of workers, moving away for a single goblin.

 

“Judazk,” Tukki shouted, a grave expression plastered on her features. “An honour duel. Me and you.” She growled and squinted her eyes upon seeing the Iron Biters’ leader.

 

Judazk stopped clapping, a look of surprise on his face before he succumbed to a fit of laughing, falling to the floor before him with an uncontrollable chortling. His crew soon joined their leader, chuckling and laughing themselves. “You ... A puny fe-goblin. Want to fight me!?” Slowly he regains composure, raising to his feet and glaring at Tukki. “So be it ...”

 

The duo stepped forward; the caverns erupting into eerie silence aside from the scuttling of the gathered circle of goblins. With complete neutrality in his expression, Gorz stood there, eyeing the readying fe-goblin. Tukki adjusted herself into a stance not seen by most in a situation like herd.

 

With a slouch in her tensed shoulders, right leg positioned behind her with a bend at the knees; a straight, yet determined expression spread across her angered visage, she was ready to pounce. Her opponent, however, gave a stance of prideful mockery. His unbalanced form stood rigid, yet unexperienced. Both of Judazk’s arms were held out before him, bent at the elbow with all ten digits curled into two confidently relaxed fists.

Slowly, the beat began. A gradual increase in the rhythm of the nearby goblin’s drumming echoed the dark cavern - as the honour duel had begun.

 

A ‘.. Ting!’ would sound as a nearby droplet fell from the overarching stalagmites. At the subtle noise, the crowd would erupt. Tukki lurched forward for her surprised opponent; her reaching hand much more agile than Judazk’s feeble defence as she caught his head within a firm grasp. In a swift motion, her tensed arm sent the goblin’s skull to the side of a nearby rock deposit.

‘Krrkh!’ follows as Judazk’s jaw shatters against the stone; two bloodied teeth spilling from the furious goblin. Tukki relinquishes her hold as the crowd grows silent, hushed whispers find themselves darting around the rather shocked group of Iron Biters. However, the downed leader - fuelled purely by adrenaline - raises his injured figure. His form slouched, yet heaving as he appears relatively unphased by his limp jaw. Tukki stood there in silence, not even a breath wasted in her first strike as her own form moved into a seasoned stance once more.

A mixture of bloodcurdling pain and fuming rage escape the charging Judazk, in an attempt of an intimidating roar. Within but a moment, Tukki’s form mimics her opponent's movements, intending to meet him during their merciless charge. However, a tint of fear lingers in Judazk’s eyes as the two clash, causing the leader’s downfall as Tukki’s firm palm met the goblin’s face. With a bend in both her posture and elbow, she soon sent Judazk’s head once more into the raw stone floor.

A sickening crack fills the ears of the surrounded as both gravity and momentum take its toll on Judazk’s wailing form; his immediate silence only echoed by the repeated, subtle splashes of the nearby droplets. Crimson pools beneath the leader’s head, his eyelids soon welling with the same color, before shortly trailing down from his void, pale red eyes.

 

The stained palm retracts from the bloodied head as Tukki stood once more. Silence remained in the occupied caverns as her gaze sharply darted between each and every goblin stood before her.

 

“Brothers.” She shouts out, breaking the silent tension which quickly built up. “I stand above Judazk, I have won.” Her comment seemed to have created a light stir among the other goblins, eyes darting left and right to each other. “I am your leader now, and I disband the Iron Biters as a dishonourable gang.” Her tone venomous and sour, which seemed to cut through the crowd as an uproar of shouting soon ensues.

 

Spitting to her side, Tukki simply shakes her head at the now angry and rambling group of goblins, turning her back to them as her feet dig into the sand beneath and slowly make her way towards the exit from which she arrived. Gorz, on the other hand, approaches her and the center of the room, gripping onto her shoulder and stopping her movement before speaking up over the incoherent noises of the area.

 

“Your leader was defeated rightfully in an honourable fight, if you cannot accept this then clearly you are no true brother of Krug.” His voice held a neutral, yet dominant tone. He turned with Tukki, releasing her shoulder and following behind.

 

As the two left the mine and began to walk up the quarry's path, the sounds of pattering feet behind them would be heard getting louder and instinctively the pair drew their weapons to face the incoming sound of ex-Iron Biter goblins. As Tukki and Gorz turned and laid eyes upon the group, it became apparent that they did not come to fight, but to follow their leader. With pride stricken smirk, Tukki sheathed her weapon, turned, and lead them back home to Krug’s Warband.

 

Back at the crowded red desert village, a hooded goblin makes his way towards the cave entrance which leads to a cavern under the village, well-known as the goblins’ district and avoided by most uruk. The covered stranger makes his way down, striding confidently as if his feet had felt the warmth of the sand before. His shadowed gaze looks around the district, floating along the gazes of those he’s not seen here before and quickly makes his way towards a single room.

 

“Never thought I’d see more people happily living among the warband’s ****.” The stranger announces, as he enters Tukki’s room with a smug tone.

 

Tukki looks towards the stranger, going to stand from her spot as he enters. “Better here, than among **** like you,” she responds somewhat roughly.

 

A silence sits in the air as tension grows slowly, before both goblin’s form drop to a more comfortable stance and the pair embrace one another in an open hug. It was clear the two had history, even sharing a likeness to one another in their facial features and would be strikingly apparent of their sibling relation.

 

“What brings my eldest brother, Grukk the wealthy, back to the village?” Tukki asks in a teasing tone, as she turns from him and retakes her spot on the ground.

 

“Can’t I visit without having an agenda?” Grukk returns with a somewhat hurt tone, though his facial expression giving off a fake smile.

 

“Yes, though you never do.” Her tone clearly unamused by the question.

 

“Fine, you got me.” He admits, sighing afterwards. “Gol’duzt isn’t happy with you, he has demanded for your head.” Grukk lets out, clearly worried for his sister as his gaze sits on her.

 

“Gol’duzt … What does he have against me?”

 

“You disbanded the Iron Biters - they supplied him with ores and gems, and that goblin loves gold. I mean, he literally changed his name to sound like gold dust.”

 

Tukki nods towards her brother before standing and walking over to her bedding, grabbing the sheathed sword of hers and heading towards the exit, walking past her brother. Grukk follows behind her, somewhat confused. The pair ends up in the middle of the busy district. Gorz notices Tukki’s emergence and approaches, taking her side and before Grukk could say a word, she shouts out.

 

“Brothers and sisters, goblins of Krug’s Warband!”

 

Almost immediately does the district erupt into a loud hellish scream of patriotism from Tukki’s shout.

“Gol’duzt wants my head.” She continues as the screams of the goblins die down slowly.

 

“My own blood, our brother, came to tell us this.” Tukki motions to Grukk a moment. “Tell him what we will do to Gol’duzt, what I will do to those who stand in our way.”

 

“Crush them!” Shouts out the small horde of goblins, the district being filled with the shouts and screams of the goblins all around, slowly Tukki turns to Grukk and nods.

 

“Tell him my response, our response and … Brother, don’t stand in my way.” She tells him, slowly he walks off to the exit and all the while Gorz stands beside her with a wide smile, a chuckling approval escaping his throat.

 

After a brief curl of her fists, Tukki begins to make her way for the exit as well; the goblins gathered below begin to scurry off, appearing to gather an assortment of weapons and armor alike. With simple amusement spread across his visage, Gorz follows behind his leader, a proud grin tugging behind his tusks.

 

Within a few moments of preparation, Tukki begins pacing out the gate; the rest of the armoured goblins following in tow, with a fearsome aura spilling from the group. The fe-goblin’s pace would appear almost mechanical, unlike Gorz’ casual gait and the ex-Iron Biters’ fairly clumsy and untrained movements.

 

Sand idly tipped over either side of the small crevice as they entered its shallow depth; the wind howling above ominously. Tukki stopped shortly after, a narrow gaze panning out in careful observation of the quiet crevice, both suspicion and confusion alongside the angered expression she bore.

 

“Raaahgr!” The ringing shouts of mercenaries thunders the shallow land fissure. Tukki’s suspicion grew factual as armed warriors, races unalike, scattered off the narrow cracks of the crevice walls. Within moments, and without another word, the group of mildly surprised goblins are charged at. Before Tukki can even part her lips, the ex-Iron Biters let out a thundering roar of their own, streaming behind and past their fe-goblin leader. Soon a multitude of ‘tings’ echo the parted ground fissure; the goblins and mercenaries clashing fearlessly against one another. With a simple grunt from either party, Tukki and Gorz quickly hurry off past the fighting group, appearing to trust their members’ loyalty against the force of paid, demoralized warriors.

 

The fast-paced patter of their feet crunching the sand below was loud; the two hurry onwards towards the entrance to Gol’duzt’s hideout, their weapons already drawn and in hand as they sprint. However, a loud grunt would emanate from Tukki’s left, and as she glanced over, she noticed her companion being launched back against the narrow rock-face. A twelve-foot olog let out a growling roar as he sent his large mass of pure fat, flesh and bone towards Tukki, “Gruuub!”

With widened eyes, Tukki’s steps falter, almost tripping in the sand before quickly regaining her composure. A brief wave of sand spills up behind her halted, right foot as she’d turn to meet the large mass of a being momentarily. Each step the olog takes, an almost ground-rendering tremor shocks the surrounds of the crevice; sand spilling off from the top, and landing below. As he charges for the fe-goblin, Tukki would quickly dart to her left, appearing to try and use her agile form to her advantage in the situation. A thundering grunt emits from the deceived giant, his hulking figure smashing against the side of the rock-face as a sharp crack runs up its side. Soon after, the olog uses the momentum of his crash to bounce off the wall, and back towards Tukki with fuming rage spilling off his visage, almost like the buckets of drool sloughing from his chin.

Tukki wasn’t even allowed enough time to glance to her companion, her form sent into a defensive stance as the giant charged towards her once more. The fe-goblin sharply dashed to her left once more, sand spilling up into a cloud as she slid across; her drawn sword aiming to strike at the being’s large, rounded legs. Crimson stains the sand beneath the charging olog as he’s sent once more into the rock-face; a resounding cry echoing from the being as adrenaline soon fuels his furious form. Tukki turns to face the creature after her brief slide; the olog rested with his back to the wall, facing his opponent as he begun to rise once more.

 

“You fat piece of-!” The alarming words escape the familiar, gruff voice of Gorz roared the fissure in a thundering manner; gleaming, black war-axe held over his head as both hands grasped the bull-hide grip. The black ferrum is sent effortlessly into the creature’s head as Gorz mustered all his might into this one strike. The surprised olog let out another roar of his own, before being cut short by the fatal blow; the resounding crack of his skull emitting as the only ominous noise to follow. Stood atop the fallen giant, the furious goblin withdrew his bloodied axe from the skull of his now-deceased opponent; the olog laying both motionless and silent. Gorz’ head dipped to the side, spitting out a portion of his shattered left tusk. Without another word, he began marching towards the entrance of Gol’duzt’s hideout.

 

All the while, during the scene before her, Tukki stood there silently with shock, which she soon shook off. Her panting figure soon trailed off after her injured companion, staying silent herself as she flicked off the crimson liquid littering her blade. However, Gorz turns to her as his arm held the parted roots for Tukki.

 

“I trust in you, Tukki,” is all he says, before ushering her inside the hideout; his figure remaining at the entrance with growls of pain following. Tukki wasn’t hesitant on his offer, making her way inside with her blade still drawn.

 

The gushing of the nearby gold-filled waterfalls echo out to Tukki’s ears; a mountainous pile of coins, treasures and shinies alike forming a makeshift throne in the center of the room. Chained fe-Elven slaves pace about the small cavern, not daring to acknowledge or look to the rage-fuelled goblin leader who had just entered. Her huffing figure darted towards the subtle movement in the corner, sword at the ready.

 

However, an amused grunt escapes Tukki’s visage as she pitied the one known as Gol’duzt cowering before her. A flimsy, Aurum dirk held in his trembling, left hand, the blade barely pointing at his opponent. With a simple slash of her blade, the resounding ‘tings’ of the poorly-forged golden dagger echo out as the item is sent bouncing across the cavern floor. Gol’duzt’s trembling voice emits almost silently as he held up both hands. “I- I yield, Tukki.”

 

Tukki growled and spat to the side at the cowering gang leader, purely disgusted. She exits from the room to see Gorz, her members, and Gol’duzt’s followers all seemingly confused, as she had walked out without a single scratch. Whispers arose from the crowd, all so puzzled at the current situation. Tukki slowly points to the room behind her with utter disapproval and began her speech, “Your leader, Gol’duzt, is a coward, a weakling, a disappointment, and a sad excuse for leader. He has surrendered without a fight which in turn means I am your new leader. This gang shall be disbanded and no longer be tainted by weakness and fear.”

 

A long silence settled upon all the goblins as they’d stare at Tukki in amazement. Grukk breaks the trance as he spoke up, “We have been led by one with greed and fright. I will follow you, the one who brought us insight.” Grukk steps forth to Tukki and within moments, other goblins followed behind his actions - all cheering.

 

Tukki and Gorz looked to one another and smiled at another conquered gang. The pair moved along, signalling all their current and new members to follow along. The new group made their way back to Krug’s Warband.

 

Upon arrival at the village and the sight of new members, a small feast had begun to be hastily organized. The gang members collected and built tables while others gathered chairs. A pleasant aroma filled the Uzg of various meals being prepared. It was evident that there was a celebration within the settlement with all the preparations in place. The loud roars died down as majority of goblins had taken their seats and dug into their food. Laughter and glee was spread throughout the red-sanded village.

 

As time passed on, Gorz gave Tukki a worried look. He gestured his head over to the side to signal her. Tukki moved from her seat over to Gorz and began to lowly discuss the uprising matters. “Rumor has it Ztyrk, leader of another gang, wants you and this gang destroyed. I didn’t believe it until one of the goblins had given me this parchment,” Gorz explained as he’d pass on a small piece of paper over to Tukki.

 

Tukki cautiously took note, opening it up and reading it over before huffing, “Then his blood shall be spilt.” She crushed the note and held it over the fire before releasing it. Gorz and Tukki glared into the roaring fire as the parchment turned into ashes.

 

“Rally our men. We have matters that need to be dealt with,” Tukki says to Gorz, angered by the note. Gorz nods, walking off has he’d roar out, gathering all the goblins to speak of the news. “Ztyrk has threaten our family and Tukki! We will not let this stand. Gear up, another gang must be destroyed!” The crowd bellowed out chants as they’d scurry around to gather their armor.

 

The goblins began their marched onward and out of the village, away from their recent celebrations. Chants and loud footsteps bombarded the air, each step growing unusually louder and louder. Tukki raised a small brow and squinted as she studied the vast deserts. A small reflection of light had caught her eye and she knew what was approaching. “Prepare yourselves! Ztyrk and his men march toward us,” Tukki shouted over the stomping steps. All the goblins readied their weapons and charged immediately towards their enemies.

 

Swords clashed and screams echoed in the open space. Every goblin in the fray began to be doused in others’ blood. Bodies of the opposing team going limp and crashing down onto the sands. The battlefield was only a place of chaos and full of a crimson hue. Evidently, the opposing side seemed to have been slowly creeping away back to the base. Tukki’s gang charged forth, slaying their opponents. Chants grew louder with every body going down and Tukki’s army advanced closer to the base. The skirmish had been long drawn, however Tukki and her gang stood victorious over the dozens and dozens of bodies.

 

Tukki, Gorz, and the rest of her followers proceeded past the blood bathed grounds. As a few enemy goblins had been retreating, Tukki and her gang pursuit after them, leading them to the foe’s base. “Stop!” Tukki declared to all of her army before turning back to the entrance. “The battle is over, all that is left is a brawl.” Gorz stepped up to Tukki and the duo moved along, past the entrance of the base with the gang trailing behind them.

 

Eventually the duo arrive at the main hall of the Bone Crusher base, Ztryk’s large gang of goblin fighters. The architecture made the room more similar to a colosseum than the cavern it was. Bone Crusher goblins sitting all around, seemingly unaffected by the skirmish outside and fidgeting as they await something. Moments later a fairly large goblin walks into the middle of the pit, and begins to speak.

 

“Everybody please welcome Tukki to our humble abode.” Announces the goblin, moments later a large wave of applause sweeps the area. “Tukki will be fighting … Well, she will be fighting me, brothers and sisters, for the chance to create her own warband to take on Krug.”

 

Almost immediately do the spectator goblins turn to face Tukki, faces filled with disgust and rage, all shouting insults and other incoherent screams. It was clear they sided with Ztryk and were unsettled by such a comment regarding Krug.

 

“You know that’s not true, yet you are far too gone to listen.” Tukki would say, as she begins her way down into the pit, yet felt that she was not listened to as the crowd was shouting over them.

 

As the fe-goblin arrived at the pit, Ztryke grabs at his sheathed sword and holds it defensively, with a nod of acknowledgement he doesn’t give her another minute to react and begins the assault, Tukki swiftly brings her blade up to meet his and the two hit with a shuddering high pitch noise, locked in a contest of strength for the moment before Ztryk’s foot curves around Tukki’s knee and sweeps inwards, causing her to collapse onto her back.

 

As she falls, the male goblin sends his blade down towards her neck. Tukki quickly rolls out of the way and forces herself up to her feet, only to hastily meet his blade once more with her own as she turns to face him, their blades now close to Tukki’s face as she brings up her leg and sends a kick to his midsection, causing him to gasp for air and stumble back a little.

 

Pushing the attack, the fe-goblin sends a couple slashes towards his arms and each meet their target, causing large gashes to slowly seep blood onto the dirt beneath. Ztryk lets out a shout of anguish, before going on the assault, haphazardly swinging his sword in every direction and Tukki jumping back, until she jumps into the pit’s walling and gets a large gash along her chest.

 

As the blade kisses her skin, a sharp shout of pain escapes the fe-goblins lips and in a fit of rage kicks off of the wall, tackling into the male and Ztryk being caught off guard, hits the ground with a loud thud. Tukki scrambles onto the male, raising her sword and sending the tip into his right wrist, pinning it into the dirt and releasing his blade.

 

Tukki’s eyes glare into Ztryk’s, a look of pure red rage rushes over her as she raises her right fist and sends it pummeling down into his face, a sickening thud as it makes contact. Slowly does she do the same with her left, continuing to do so until the sound of a crack is heard and the thuds slowly begin to sound moist, and wet.

 

For a moment, the area goes completely silent except for the disturbing sounds coming from the pit and only stops when Gorz pulls Tukki off of the lifeless body of Ztryk. She turns and sends a punch towards his face, knuckles colliding with his cheek and catching him off guard, though Gorz does not react and Tukki stands there in a strange trance. Slowly she blinks her eyes, and looks around at the scene before her. Immediately her wits and senses return to her and she realizes what has happened.

 

“Hear me brothers … Sisters …” Tukki begins to speak, her breath catching up to her, the pain of her wounds beginning to affect her as the adrenaline wears off. “Ztryk is dead … And with him goes the … Idea of goblin gangs … This day forward you all … Are members of Clan …” Suddenly she succumbs to her blood loss and falls to the ground, everything growing dim and muffled, the air swimming about her ears.

 

Gorz rushes to her side, hand upon her shoulder and before the light in Tukki’s eyes disappear she hears his voice announce. “Clan Tuk, for our Chieftess!”

 

-

 

Tukki opens her eyes quickly, the blaring sight of the sun above burns her retinas for the moment as she forces herself into a seated position. It only took a moment to realize she was in the village’s shaman district. Quickly the sounds of a single uruk shouting for her to lay down is heard, and Gorz’s rushing in behind him.

 

She loses consciousness once more, but not for long as she reawakens at night. The glowing of torches floats throughout the area and Tukki forces herself up to her feet. She wanders towards the source and realizes it was a village feast, with Gorz sitting in the honourary seat beside Krug. Lots of merriment around the table before the sight of Tukki is caught by Gorz, and quickly he rushes over and escorts her wordlessly to the honorary seat. Krug looks towards Tukki as she sits and gives a grunt before standing up, demanding attention.

 

“Brothers! Sisters! Listen to me, this feast is one of great celebration. Today marks the day that our warband is larger with our reunited goblin kin, all thanks to our sister Tukki. As thanks, I am officializing their unity under my banner as a clan with Tukki; the Goblin Uniter as their Chieftess!”

 

As Krug finishes his announcement, a roar of excitement erupts from the table and echoes throughout the red sanded desert. Tukki sits, still dazed from combat, but happy in the seat as Gorz and the rest of her newly made clan eat, drink and celebrate the night away.

Creative Cafe!?

 

Now my barista diploma comes into play!

 

Take that unsupportive parents!

 

And teachers ... And friends ... And neighbors ... And that one homeless guy ...

Alright, so I write this in a halfway state of unknowing if I should or shouldn't, not wishing to be given backlash for having a differing opinion but also wishing to give the other side a (albeit small) voice, even give out my opinion and well, here it is.

 

I do see this as a big mistake, clearly Tahmas is sorry and that everyone is happy he owned up to it, taking it on the chin and all that. There's just a couple things that sit on my mind after this incident that doesn't seem right and I do apologize if what I say angers you but I truly need to say this publicly. While in school, in work and in the real life, mistakes that cause grief to people (whether able to be fixed or not) are usually punishable and I know this is a video game where leniency should be considered, because we are here for fun. The idea of "It was just a mistake" sits weird for some reason, I'm not really asking for anything just saying my opinion really.

 

As I see it, if someone tells you to do a command, wouldn't you question what it would do instead of using it? Though, I'm not a minecraft wonder, actually bought it fairly recently honestly but I know that if I didn't know a command I wouldn't use it because a player told me to. I'm not trying to bully Tahmas, I am very grateful for all the work he has done for the server though we are all equals, no? If a player is punishable for telling the moderator for doing something, surely the moderator would be punishable for doing it and inturn that causing mass grief for everyone. I keep seeing people say this public apology is a punishment, but it really isn't and somewhat breeds the childlike idea of "If I apologize everything will be fixed!"

 

Now, yes I am a new player and my voice is probably going to be overseen due to inexperience but I needed to say this. Sorry Tahmas.

Thank you for your response, I read over the thread you linked and have a couple more questions!

 

As a player that wishes to help better the server, what ways could you advise one doing that short of donations?

 

How would you advise someone gets more knowledge of the community?

 

If you've always wanted to, consider joining the up and coming goblin player base!

 

Thanks again.

From what I've been told about differing groups, I only really have one opinion on the matter;

 

Please allow everyone to be able to be involved, those with the book or not, this feels like the one's with the book will have the fun while the rest can cheer from the grandstands.

Before I ask some questions, I'd like to thank you for your amazing work as an admin and leading the moderators, I've already commended a couple of the staff to you privately though I cannot say enough that it has been the reason for me staying and enjoying the server. Thanks.

 

As the Moderator lead, what qualities in a person do you look for when considering the person for Moderator?

 

Does a persons time since joining / playing time greatly affect their chances of getting chosen for trial?

 

Have you ever considered creating a goblin character?

 

That is all my questions, have a wonderful day!