Deep, deep underground, in a place where the only light you'll find is that from a torch. This is the place were Goblins are born.
Unlike most races, Goblins do not have any female counterparts, so to breed, they need females of other races.
They not only take the females, but the weapons and armor as well. Every sword a goblin wields was torn from a corpse. Every scrap of armor is a stolen legacy. Every child born is not a blessing, but a curse dragged screaming into the dark.
In this place, each Goblin works for food. They hunt, they steal, they eat. The Goblins even fight with each other to take what the other has. The entirety of Goblin culture revolves around taking what they want.
In this den, some Goblins become greater than what they were. Some gain the ability to manipulate mana. Others grew in size to crush whatever it was in their way.
