- Local Time:
- 2:33 AM
- Joined:
- Nov 9, 2022
- Posts:
- 7,707
- Age:
- 27
In the heart of the Strickland Empire, a Ahman settlement and union of kingdoms, the last thing on would think to see in a tavern meant for adventurers and Travelers, was a Goblin. Most would see them as filthy, base, crass, and untamed , more monsterpus creature than simply folk. And most would be correct to an extent. Goblins were a second class race at best, much like Kobolds, and whomever was strongest in the vicinity, such a weak minded race would simply throw themselves at to allow to shape. Bullying Raves, like Orcs, Ogres, Giants, or the like would simply snatch them up and dominate them easily, wrapping them into cannon fodder...or pets, or both. Humans rarely would see a Goblin female either, leading to rumors that all Goblins looked like men...that was untrue. Most Humans or Elves never saw Female Goblins because they were actually serving a much more important role in society.
In the Empire, in a tavern hall, carrying a tray on her head , click clacking on the floor in shiny black edged heels, and dressed as a barmaid was the only Goblin in town. Her name was Tart. Or atleast that's what everyone who knew of her secret role would call her, she merely would waddle up, her uniform clinging onto a body that would make men drool , with large doe like eyes, and flowing straw colored pigtails. She spoke common, but still had a thick , Goblin accent. The old tavern owner had told the story often to the regulars, he found a Goblin camp, ruled by an Oni tribe in his adventuring days. They had no choice but to clear them all out because the Obi and its Goblin raiders had been robbing from local villages. But in the last ebbs of resistance and battle, he had found a Female Goblin, carrying a bundle, the war chiefs main plaything no doubt. Though she was driven completely insane with grief and the influence from her chief husband, leading to her demise, the Adventurer saw her babe spared as I'd was innocent. He had since raised 'Tart' in his guild hall, though he had a much more humane name for her than the Adventurer would call her. 'Virginia'
In the beginning things were simple, but as the older man grew , he saw his Virginia adapting to society, a perfect servant but the limitations of Goblinkind showed through. She never truly could strive like a human, wanting things for herself, she was content ar first being a daughter, then a caretaker, but as the tavern required workers she merely took up those servant positions instantly as an obedient hand for free! She barely opted to change things Sha had, unless they were so damaged she had no choice. Her will only spread so far, going out on her own was merely to aid her father and the adventurers however they wished or required. She was a book keeper, house keeper, a bar maid, and assistant, anything that it would take to aid the Tavern.
While she strided about the guild hall, she would raise the tray off her head gently to offer up fresh pints to a new party of adventurers and set their table. Virginia slid the drinks over and gave a quick bow in respect. "Thank you for your patronage!" She chirped before she would walk back for the bar, but the green maid saw one of the owners gesture her over. Her Uncle, a Dwarf that aided her father through thick and thin during the active days they were Adventure. Now he managed the books and inventory, and aided new adventures...and pimped out his adopted Goblin neice to adventurers. Well not all of them, after all, she was a premium use servant. Her Goblin instincts and her true abilities made her a high quality purchase, and those instincts best served powerful people, man, woman, it didn't particularly matter, Tart would make their toes curl and their legs buckle, and see they were given what they desire. Her innocent warmth shifted as she approached her uncle, her eyes dilating subtlety as her senses had been passively looking for anything that would need her to serve and worship it until it had no need of her...or until it couldn't get it up again. She swayed her hips subtly, letting her uncle know she was eager to give her attention to anyone he had.
In the Empire, in a tavern hall, carrying a tray on her head , click clacking on the floor in shiny black edged heels, and dressed as a barmaid was the only Goblin in town. Her name was Tart. Or atleast that's what everyone who knew of her secret role would call her, she merely would waddle up, her uniform clinging onto a body that would make men drool , with large doe like eyes, and flowing straw colored pigtails. She spoke common, but still had a thick , Goblin accent. The old tavern owner had told the story often to the regulars, he found a Goblin camp, ruled by an Oni tribe in his adventuring days. They had no choice but to clear them all out because the Obi and its Goblin raiders had been robbing from local villages. But in the last ebbs of resistance and battle, he had found a Female Goblin, carrying a bundle, the war chiefs main plaything no doubt. Though she was driven completely insane with grief and the influence from her chief husband, leading to her demise, the Adventurer saw her babe spared as I'd was innocent. He had since raised 'Tart' in his guild hall, though he had a much more humane name for her than the Adventurer would call her. 'Virginia'
In the beginning things were simple, but as the older man grew , he saw his Virginia adapting to society, a perfect servant but the limitations of Goblinkind showed through. She never truly could strive like a human, wanting things for herself, she was content ar first being a daughter, then a caretaker, but as the tavern required workers she merely took up those servant positions instantly as an obedient hand for free! She barely opted to change things Sha had, unless they were so damaged she had no choice. Her will only spread so far, going out on her own was merely to aid her father and the adventurers however they wished or required. She was a book keeper, house keeper, a bar maid, and assistant, anything that it would take to aid the Tavern.
While she strided about the guild hall, she would raise the tray off her head gently to offer up fresh pints to a new party of adventurers and set their table. Virginia slid the drinks over and gave a quick bow in respect. "Thank you for your patronage!" She chirped before she would walk back for the bar, but the green maid saw one of the owners gesture her over. Her Uncle, a Dwarf that aided her father through thick and thin during the active days they were Adventure. Now he managed the books and inventory, and aided new adventures...and pimped out his adopted Goblin neice to adventurers. Well not all of them, after all, she was a premium use servant. Her Goblin instincts and her true abilities made her a high quality purchase, and those instincts best served powerful people, man, woman, it didn't particularly matter, Tart would make their toes curl and their legs buckle, and see they were given what they desire. Her innocent warmth shifted as she approached her uncle, her eyes dilating subtlety as her senses had been passively looking for anything that would need her to serve and worship it until it had no need of her...or until it couldn't get it up again. She swayed her hips subtly, letting her uncle know she was eager to give her attention to anyone he had.