Member Bio

Hobgoblin’s biography (abridged) second addition.

Once upon a time I was walking through the deep, dark forests of Kemp Mill, dragging home the deer I had killed for dinner, when I heard the frightening sound of an old man screaming in pain. Reminded of my warring days, I poked my head around a tree and saw that there was a group of warriors killing each other in the clearing surprisingly near to my home. I later found that they had been doing battle in that very place since before I had been living in the forest, which must have been a dreadfully long time, since I could not remember not living in the forest. The warriors lying on the ground, bleeding and groaning, rose from the ground and hobbled around the field, limping in circles around the living. I ran home, and that was the end of that.

One day, some years later, my good friends Barbosa and Mordred both visited my hut and requisitioned my help in a situation for which they would be rewarded if I joined their organization, and, always willing to help my friends, I agreed. Little did I know, they were referring to the band of fighters I had seen years ago, and had secretly watched all that time. Exited, I hurriedly joined and proceeded to die over and over, always to fight again.