Our humble beginnings started within the spiked walls of the Village Bakti, what was once a peaceful land of light turned dark as invaders from the north closed in and ravaged our hunting grounds. We were forced to move east to Mohki where we found common allies to defend our newfound home. In the end, the city came under elemental fire as stars came down into the bank and stables, decimating the peace we cultivated, leaving the land a barren wasteland of fallen soldiers. However, from the ashes we rose once more, heading south for our Salvation.
After our long pilgramage we found ourselves standing once more at spiked walls in the most vile and dangerous encampment of myrland, known as the Jungle Camp. A land of darkness that sought light. We found the ruins of a home, a small deteriorated foundation outside of the encampment. We built up its walls and returned its frame to its former glory. A first step towards salvation. It was here we built our shrine to our diety King Gob, we sharpened our spears and prepared for battle. It was here that we decided that we will once again fight to preserve our new hunting grounds, except this time we would not falter and abandon our faith.
We sharpened our weapons and fitted our warriors with armor, we found the heathens of Jungle Camp decimating defenseless pilgrims. We raised wolves, Terror birds, Snapping Turtles and Shore prowlers for the fight ahead. After harsh weeks of conflict we pushed back the heathens and restored order to the Camp. Through our crusade we discovered the true meaning of King Gobs might and learned that the only way towards salvation is through our blade.
As we prayed to our diety a voice beckoned to us. King Gob wanted his tithe to be paid. But this was no mere collection of gold. He only wished to hear the war cries of all who come to visit his hunting grounds. And so, we embarked on our journey to spread his words and release the goblins that live inside all of us. The Goblin Tax is simple, show us your best goblin voice, or die.
After our long pilgramage we found ourselves standing once more at spiked walls in the most vile and dangerous encampment of myrland, known as the Jungle Camp. A land of darkness that sought light. We found the ruins of a home, a small deteriorated foundation outside of the encampment. We built up its walls and returned its frame to its former glory. A first step towards salvation. It was here we built our shrine to our diety King Gob, we sharpened our spears and prepared for battle. It was here that we decided that we will once again fight to preserve our new hunting grounds, except this time we would not falter and abandon our faith.
We sharpened our weapons and fitted our warriors with armor, we found the heathens of Jungle Camp decimating defenseless pilgrims. We raised wolves, Terror birds, Snapping Turtles and Shore prowlers for the fight ahead. After harsh weeks of conflict we pushed back the heathens and restored order to the Camp. Through our crusade we discovered the true meaning of King Gobs might and learned that the only way towards salvation is through our blade.
As we prayed to our diety a voice beckoned to us. King Gob wanted his tithe to be paid. But this was no mere collection of gold. He only wished to hear the war cries of all who come to visit his hunting grounds. And so, we embarked on our journey to spread his words and release the goblins that live inside all of us. The Goblin Tax is simple, show us your best goblin voice, or die.
