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Somewhere in the trees of Nowhere, a dense tropical forest,
a small goblin tribe dwells in a series of caves along the rocky half of the forest. Gorbo sits at the cave enterance breaking rocks to make good arrows for the hunter Barung. Gorbo doesn't like to do this nasty work because it bleeds his fingers. The only reason Gorbo does this task for Barung is for the sourberry wine Barung can make.
Gorbo sits there at the cave enterance, the cave is too stuffy, and the other goblins just want to make trouble for Gorbo. 'Gorbo do this... Gorbo GO! Gorbo Gorbo Gorbo....
He is the youngest goblin able to work and do chores for the tribe. The goblin kinder are worse then them old lazy lumps cluttering up the cave. They bite and tease, and throw sharp objects at Gorbo. Gorbo stays away from all of them down there when he's up at the cave enterence. Goblins are cave dwelling creatures that dispise the light, its too bright. Light is not so bad for Gorbo, its better then being down in that dank cave.
CRACK! Gorbo breaks his rock cracking tool. A long shard breaks off. 'This is gud enough to make a knife for stabbing.'
Gorbo gazes at his new rock knife, his olive colored eyes studying it. 'Will stab kinder for throwing stuff at Gorbo.'
Gorbo rubs his leg wound from where a small javalin was removed. 'Stupid kinder'
'Where is Barung, been gone all morning' Barung only hunts during the break of dawn, he never stays past mid-day, sun too bright for goblin's liking. Gorbo becomes agitated and cuts his finger with the knife. Sucking on the blood Gorbo looks into a small puddle in the rock. Gorbo's head is shaped like a big squash plant. His forhead has a tribal mark etched in; a long knife runs from the forhead through each eyelid, dyed with pigment from red berries. His skin was an olive green color, a bit darker then his olive eyes. Hes young for a goblin about 18 years old. Hes got a medium sized body and a little muscle from doing hard work in the cave.
Gorbo finishes up sucking on his finger, when he hears a loud raspy voice "Gorbooooo..... " It was Minkta, the tribal shaman. Minkta is Barung's wif... eh goblins dont get married. Minkta is Barung's witch, yea that is better word.
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