A brief description of goblins from my novel |
Goblins Goblins were a crude race with a malevolent history. They lived off the land by eating at its natural resources, destroying as opposed to creating; producing ruin throughout the land through pillage and plunder. They were short creatures, about four-foot in height, their leathery skin looked diseased and ancient; a muddy-grey complexion riddled with natural lumps and boils. Their eyes were black orbs, protruding like highly polished onyx. Their posture was stooped distortedly, as though they had been hammered at birth, and consequently crippled in form. Their minds were cunning, more cunning than the humans perhaps, but their fear of death sometimes overcame them and put an end to their plans. They enlisted other races to do their fighting, and stayed behind the lines crafting weapons and machinery: anything that would keep them out of the clash. The thing they did lack however was magical prowess. An average goblin would not be suitable for training in magic; they had to be given the power by a potent member of another race, such as the elves. Magical goblins were therefore a rarity, and seldom accepted into normal society, for the other creatures would become jealous and end up murdering them. And so the practise of magic had been left to the other races of the world, and little of it was spoken in goblin lands; for the only one now proficient in it was their leader. |