Tucked deep within a forgotten region of the world, surrounded by jagged mountains and thick, enchanted forests, lies a secluded valley known as Mirthglade. The valley is lush but wild, full of untamed flora and fauna, and shrouded in perpetual mist that glows faintly under the moonlight. Time moves oddly here, giving rise to peculiar evolutionary quirks.

This is home to the Gribbletide Goblins, a tribe of small, green-skinned creatures with pointy ears, scrappy furs for clothing, disgusting hygiene and wide, naive eyes. They’ve lived in this valley for as long as they can remember, relying on instincts, storytelling, weird traditions and scavenging to survive. They’re... not bright. Really not. Their world consists of two truths:

1. What they can see and eat.

2. What they’re told by someone who seems to know better.

They’ve never encountered humans, elves, or anything remotely like civilization. Their legends speak of strange godlike beings—larger, wiser creatures who walk upright and own the land itself. When you, stumbled into their valley (probably by accident—maybe you got lost?), the goblins didn’t know what to think