Gnobkins origins began in a small and remote village south of Seringale.
Being the runt of his litter, Gnobkin had to adapt in order to survive the
rush of Humans and other sentient beings that would run amok in the village,
killing the other Goblins and guards. Lurking amongst shadows and sneaking
about were second nature to Gnobkin, as was stealing from other Goblins so
he could eat and he watched these beings and learned from each one. He
would listen to them talk, watch how they walked and most importantly, how
they swung their weapons so he might better be able to avoid them. After
spending a few years doing all of this, Gnobkin felt he was ready to reverse
the rolls. Now it would be he that would run amok the sentient beings,
creating mischief and lurking about in shadows, waiting for his next victim.
A short and ugly Humanoid looking creature is here, barely standing three
hands tall. Leathery skin the hue of day old vomit is stretched taut
against its miniature frame and a wide variety of warts and scabs decorate
its body. Beady red eyes shift uneasily from behind an elongated and bent
nose which sits squarely in the middle of a hairless and overly bulbous
head. Its body is small and frail, what garments can be seen drape loosely
about it in a vain attempt at normalcy. A set of ears protrude too far on
either side of its head and have been decorated with bits of bone and wood.
A wide and uneven grin seems to be permanently etched on its face and
dagger-like teeth can be seen just behind its dark and spittle encrusted
lips. Its fingers are lengthy and gnarled, some of which are bent at
impossibly odd angles regardless of their being able to function.