Aight, hiatus over. Gob Fortress lives; let's have us some gobbings!
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"Nord" the expedition leader and militia commander stands tall and proud, axe in hand. His armor is of wondrous make, and his eyes gleam most cruelly.
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Here we have "Hystys" the marksgoblin, who shoots animals for fun. He may not be ensconced in copper like his buddies, but his bone-carven crossbow bolts strike terror into the hearts of the local wildlife.
What a horrible, horrible person.
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"Spriggy" has been carrying around a scimitar and hauling rock blocks like a good little goblin for awhile now, but he's sharper than your average
troll toolshed--
--he knows the good little goblins get eaten by big bad monsters! None of that for him! Now he serves as the fortress bookkeeper, manager, and chief medical goblin, all at the same time. He doesn't know a thing about any of those occupations, but he'll learn quick-- and at any rate, it's safer than militia-work was.
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And then there's "Whateveryouwant".
Whateveryouwant is... special.
The poor feller hobbles around on that little crutch of his, lugging rock blocks under 70 pounds of armor. What with the crutch and the armor, he spends most of his time just getting from place to place... which leaves him little time for actually learning stuff. He's no good at fighting, no good at making stuff, and not much good as a hauler. He is, in fact, absolutely useless in most every way... but somehow, he endures.
You can't help but admire him for that.
