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From “The Girl and the Teddy-Bear” by Victorina Rudolf
They had bound Bear up in rough cords, and tossed his shining rapier to the smaller gobs, who shrieked and squabbled as they fought over it. “This one…any good to eat?” The largest gob, almost the...
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From “The Mercenary Goblin” by Lucy Y. Shantell
“But shouldn’t we hire someone a bit stronger? A bit taller?” Eyon squinted at the goblins lined up along Sellsword Street. “I think the tallest of them barely has a hand on me, and I’m short for my...
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From “In the Name of Gob” by Lucy Y. Shantell
“Gob,” said Eyon, for their hired sellsword goblin would answer to no other name, “why have Gullywax and I never seen your face?” “Gob’s face is not important to the job,” came the reply, full of metal...
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From “The Infernal Origin of Oatmeal Raisin Cookies” by Joline Knoth
It is well known that the fallen Dark Lord Muolih is and has always been incapable of creation ex nihilo unlike his sire and target of his ire the Creator. As such, he has only ever been able to alter...
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From “To Childhood’s End” by Victorina Rudolf
Bear’s wounds were so great that he could no longer walk, no longer use his weapons. The gobs had assumed him to be dead, a piece of worthless fluff no longer worthy of the slightest consideration now...
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From “The Sword of Gob” by Lucy Y. Shantell
The casket opened silently, revealing the Purposeful Blade in repose. It still bore a mirror-shine, undimmed by patina, and the handle glistened with wrought and spun gold most fine. It bore the crest...
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From “Rnaea Stonethrower’s Ogre” by Lucy Y. Shantell
“Why do they call it Ogrestab Hollow?” said Eyon. “It doesn’t sound safe to me.” “Gob would tell Master, but Gob feels that Master seeing it with his own eyes would be best.” Ahead of them, the trees...
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From “The Gob King” by Lucy Y. Shantell
“Eyon,” said Gob. “Listen to me.” Startled, Eyon fell silent. He had never heard Gob call him anything but “Master” before. “Answer Gob this, Eyon: why do we, the gobs, have no king?” “I…I don’t know,”...
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From “Of Goblins” by Denny C. Franke
Goblins’ origins are obscure and surrounded by many myths and legends, but it seems likely that they evolved in a similar arid environment to that of the orcs as they share the chlorophyll-laced skin...
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From “The Gobs’ Code in Action” by Lucy Y. Shantell
To Eyon’s surprise, they came across a small group of goblin arquebusiers amid the tall grasses, apparently reinforcements that had been thrown in willy-nilly. With a cry of “Ane, ctonb!” one of the...
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From “Goblin Possession Corollary” by Axton Wales
When Tinuviel woke up she wasn’t just in jail. She wasn’t just in a cell in the deepest part of the Welkor’s Light fortress. She was also in the body of a goblin. “I asked you what we could do to keep...
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From “Tomb of the Rebel” by Lucy Y. Shantell
“And why should this one speak to you of anything?” sneered the gob. “You mules could never understand our plight.” Myn pressed the knife to the gob’s throat. A single drop of blood wept from the tip....
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From “The Gob Legion” by Lucy Y. Shantell
“The Gob Legion, all ten thousand of them, deserted their posts and sailed south to Naix. We have come on behalf of the Most Serene Republic of Pexate to learn why.” The orcish bashamalur stroked his...
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From “Glitter: The Social Dating App for Fantasy Worlds” by Marcia Hayre
[swipe] Smoker? Ew no. [swipe] That tattoo looks like it was done in prison. By a blind man. And he misspelled the “little” in “My Little Pony.” [swipe] Oh God, not another goblin. [swipe] Nicely built...
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From “The Palm of the Dead Hand” by Lucy Y. Shantell
The goblin cackled through cracked lips. “The Dead Hand…five long lakes, five thin lakes, but no real water in them. To drink is to die, but one must drink to pass.” “It is true,” said Tinain. “The...
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From “Poem of the Dead Hand” by Lucy Y. Shantell
In the palm of Nä Ti, the Dead Hand Lies Rait Tirat, the Tomb of the Rebel He who rebelled against It Nyir Rvi, murderer of the Creator Xon Vty, father of the Goblins The father awaits his children To...
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From “Myn’s Fairness” by Lucy Y. Shantell
“They’re always going to be stronger than you,” said Myn. “Always. That’s why you’ve got to be quicker and cleverer. If you’re not as quick as me or as clever as me, they’ll pin you in close where...
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From “The Last Etiquette” by Lucy Y. Shantell
Myn hated her goblin tutor, Hacta Scribbleshank, but didn’t realize the feeling was mutual until Hacta tried to kill her. It had been another lesson in history and etiquette. Another lesson calling for...
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From “Gobs for Gobs” by Lucy Y. Shantell
“Lord Eyon said that there was another way, that we gobs did not have to be as we have always been,” said Lodii. “And he was right. But there was something that Lord Eyon left unsaid, something very...
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From “The Bookiest Mule in the Goblin Quarter” by Lucy Y. Shantell
Coba Hohka was an older man, maybe fifty or so, with long white hair pulled into a ponytail. Eyeglasses were perched on his thick nose, and he was shorter than Myn, about the height of any full-blooded...
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