Post by Kobolos on Feb 6, 2004 9:59:13 GMT -5
((Author's note: I was speaking with Pinstripe Lion today about the origins of the Goblin and where I came up with this goblin...
the truth is there are no more original stories...O' Brother where art thou? Homer wrote it centuries ago...the most often asked question is ? Where did Kobolos come from? He's not part of popular culture, but he does live in my mind.
I hardly post in this section if ever...mainly because I play this character throughout the site (all but disturbing discussions) and the story has been built through different sections...I hope to collect them here as well.
So here we go...some of the details have been lost over the years , but we'll fill them in as best we can.
all images are photo manips or listed accordingly, I take no credit for the base images. (after all, it all began with this:
Drafts will be posted first, pictures added, things will be re-written, changed, updated...it's an ongoing project. ))
Beginning.
Baby Isadore with his nanny, Elilian.
Being born a goblin is not the easiest thing in the world, but one gets over the aftertaste of raw meat and the too often presence of blood in one's milk.
My father was a commander in the Queen's army of the North, my mother was a hand maiden, yet very beautiful, even by goblin standards.
During the Second squirmish of Bella Yan my father was slain...his body was returned to my grandmother and his armour and sword was stored for the day where I would take up his mantle in the standing army...it was just the way things were done those days.
But I was not one for battles and carnage and all the delightful nuances of beheading your enemy...I was a scholar, and so I made the fateful decision to leave home and make my fortune in the world.
This was not a popular decision among the others and especially not the Queen who had other plans...I was exiled...from my lands, from my family, and from the life I had known for the first 16 years of my life.
I do not say this for sympathy, just as a matter of record. I dare say affable is not a word that would befall my character.
The mists are thick. That is what my mother said to me since I was a child. I found out the truth in that as I wandered their depths. The Mists are both no where and everywhere I believe...perhaps the very fabric of creation. After days of walking in grey darkness I found myself in lands of green and fire.
It was autumn and the leaves were dying in a blaze of glory and the air was losing the stickiness of Summer. the lands were barren of civilization, but the roads were easy to follow, made of dirt and well travelled, they were the crossroads...places you always pass, but never stop at as you are travelling far beyond.
I walked the highway of earth and came upon an isolated tavern and inn. As I went inside I was confronted with the problem that I had no money they knew or accepted for payment. As I sat down at a table I started to ponder a solution to my circumstances. Fortunately, luck was on my side ...and I discovered a useful talent along the way.
the truth is there are no more original stories...O' Brother where art thou? Homer wrote it centuries ago...the most often asked question is ? Where did Kobolos come from? He's not part of popular culture, but he does live in my mind.
I hardly post in this section if ever...mainly because I play this character throughout the site (all but disturbing discussions) and the story has been built through different sections...I hope to collect them here as well.
So here we go...some of the details have been lost over the years , but we'll fill them in as best we can.
all images are photo manips or listed accordingly, I take no credit for the base images. (after all, it all began with this:
Drafts will be posted first, pictures added, things will be re-written, changed, updated...it's an ongoing project. ))
Beginning.
Baby Isadore with his nanny, Elilian.
Being born a goblin is not the easiest thing in the world, but one gets over the aftertaste of raw meat and the too often presence of blood in one's milk.
My father was a commander in the Queen's army of the North, my mother was a hand maiden, yet very beautiful, even by goblin standards.
During the Second squirmish of Bella Yan my father was slain...his body was returned to my grandmother and his armour and sword was stored for the day where I would take up his mantle in the standing army...it was just the way things were done those days.
But I was not one for battles and carnage and all the delightful nuances of beheading your enemy...I was a scholar, and so I made the fateful decision to leave home and make my fortune in the world.
This was not a popular decision among the others and especially not the Queen who had other plans...I was exiled...from my lands, from my family, and from the life I had known for the first 16 years of my life.
I do not say this for sympathy, just as a matter of record. I dare say affable is not a word that would befall my character.
The mists are thick. That is what my mother said to me since I was a child. I found out the truth in that as I wandered their depths. The Mists are both no where and everywhere I believe...perhaps the very fabric of creation. After days of walking in grey darkness I found myself in lands of green and fire.
It was autumn and the leaves were dying in a blaze of glory and the air was losing the stickiness of Summer. the lands were barren of civilization, but the roads were easy to follow, made of dirt and well travelled, they were the crossroads...places you always pass, but never stop at as you are travelling far beyond.
I walked the highway of earth and came upon an isolated tavern and inn. As I went inside I was confronted with the problem that I had no money they knew or accepted for payment. As I sat down at a table I started to ponder a solution to my circumstances. Fortunately, luck was on my side ...and I discovered a useful talent along the way.