Glock History

Glock
Quick summery
“Glock was born a High Goblin, he was part of a tribe that lived just outside of the reaches of Sekomatt. High Goblins are naturally more accepted by society, so Glock’s family would get to enjoy some towns from time to time. Glock’s particular tribe was at war with most of the surrounding Goblin tribes. He grew up to have a strong hate towards the pitiful creatures. He picked up common in his travels and life was good. As he came of age, his tribe was given to him to take care of. Eventually this lead to his tribe being slaughtered by adventurers, after seeing the lost of all his loved ones, Glock lost his mind. Hiding in the bushes he planned to avenge his tribe then end his own life. As he attacked he noticed the most heavenly aroma ever. The one thing that he now lived for, is what kept him going.”
Glock was born in the chieftain family. His uncle was the leader of his tribe. Glock had the reputation of being very daring and even one of the best dagger users in his tribe. He is a very good at hiding, capable of blending in, in almost any terrain. He was one of the best and brightest of his tribe. The High Goblins slowly were being accepted into normal society, but the savage goblins seemed to make it hard for the High Goblins to make it far. Through this he grew an enormous hate towards other Goblins, to the point where he goes into a blind flurry, destroying them. If by any chance goblin blood gets on him, he goes into a “blood” rage; he must bathe in the enemy’s blood, and won’t stop till he is drenched in their blood.
When he came of age he inherited the tribe. Glock swore himself to defend his tribe and keep them safe. He was working on relations with the nearby towns, and hoped one day his people can become members of society. That all changed When his tribe was raided by passerby adventures. Glock tried to defend his tribe, but was quickly paralyzed by a spell. He was forced to watch as his tribe was slaughtered by the adventurers.
As they walked away the spell started to wear off. The blood of his family flowed toward him, causing him to lose all sense. His already cracked mind, shattered permanently that night. In a blind rage he attacked the group of adventurers; slaughtering them all. He was about to end his life, some cheese rolled out of one of the adventurers bags. The aroma filled his nostrils through this one substance he was able to have a final hope. An irrational love for cheese was grafted to his brain, and now that’s all he really wants.

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