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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 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 colors 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 iver 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 hosts gesture her over. A older human woman named Loraine, her hair was shocked with silver, and dressed in a gray shawl, and dark blue vestments, a strict woman that had taken to Virginia's compliant nature. Under one arm she carried a thick book, that dangled a holy symbol. "Virginia, our inn keeper has fallen ill-" she started tobsay, but she saw the bar maids eyes light up, the Goblin stepping forward, well, more like a short hop, his heels clapping loudly against the wooden floors. Her body bounced, juggled, the priestly woman glowering at the Goblin. "I told you not to do that." Loraine chastised, never enjoying how some of the adventurers would hoot and holler, or try to touch the innocent creature. Virginia's long, sharp ears flicked down slightly as she was disciplined, lowering her head. "Sorry Ms.Lorraine. I got excited about greeting our guests and taking their luggage." Virginia said looking down. The cleric would sigh, the look making her struct stare waver in understanding and sympathy. The cleric patted the shorter Goblin on the head, making her giggle faintly. "You already know what to do, you'll always take good care of this hall. You'll own this place in no time." Loraine said gently. Ofcourse that wasn't particularly true. In the Empire of Strickland, Goblins were classified as a servant class, owning property that wasn't a home was fairly difficult to do legally, even through Last Will and Testaments, because of a Goblins nature, a caretaker was normally issued as the true owner. But the dream made the young woman elated to imagine! All the work it would require! Virginia put her serving tray aside, making her way to the front desk of the establishment, pushing out a small step ladder for her to get up to atleast chest level to most guests. She folded her hands patiently, smiling at no one for the more, merely so eager to serve that she couldn't help but be happy as she prepared to meet her first inn guest of the day.
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 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 colors 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 iver 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 hosts gesture her over. A older human woman named Loraine, her hair was shocked with silver, and dressed in a gray shawl, and dark blue vestments, a strict woman that had taken to Virginia's compliant nature. Under one arm she carried a thick book, that dangled a holy symbol. "Virginia, our inn keeper has fallen ill-" she started tobsay, but she saw the bar maids eyes light up, the Goblin stepping forward, well, more like a short hop, his heels clapping loudly against the wooden floors. Her body bounced, juggled, the priestly woman glowering at the Goblin. "I told you not to do that." Loraine chastised, never enjoying how some of the adventurers would hoot and holler, or try to touch the innocent creature. Virginia's long, sharp ears flicked down slightly as she was disciplined, lowering her head. "Sorry Ms.Lorraine. I got excited about greeting our guests and taking their luggage." Virginia said looking down. The cleric would sigh, the look making her struct stare waver in understanding and sympathy. The cleric patted the shorter Goblin on the head, making her giggle faintly. "You already know what to do, you'll always take good care of this hall. You'll own this place in no time." Loraine said gently. Ofcourse that wasn't particularly true. In the Empire of Strickland, Goblins were classified as a servant class, owning property that wasn't a home was fairly difficult to do legally, even through Last Will and Testaments, because of a Goblins nature, a caretaker was normally issued as the true owner. But the dream made the young woman elated to imagine! All the work it would require! Virginia put her serving tray aside, making her way to the front desk of the establishment, pushing out a small step ladder for her to get up to atleast chest level to most guests. She folded her hands patiently, smiling at no one for the more, merely so eager to serve that she couldn't help but be happy as she prepared to meet her first inn guest of the day.
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