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You are [INSERT NAME HERE] a Demi-God, a creature of both divine and mortal nature. A being uniquely suited to be a force a change, with the [SPARK OF FATE] within you from your divine heritage, but also the [RESTLESSNESS] that define all mortals who must leave a legacy beyond themselves because of their fleeting lives.
The only problem is that you're a goblin god's spawn... and a minor one at that, a wretched creature who's status as a being loved by fate is dwarfed by their unbecoming start.
You are the son of the tribe chief of [UKZAWK]'s third wife, third wife normally a privileged position within a goblin tribe who's chiefs normally take 50 wives with the first two often being the mother and aunt of the Chief and serve nominally as advisors before wives, but for you being her son was a curse.
Your mother Zawazk was infertile and could not produce an heir for the Chief and was in risk of losing her status as third, and so she prayed, to the goddess of fertility Anzawkz, to the god of family Zezen, and to the god of fortune Frez, but to no avail. So she ended praying to a minor god- a god so minor that maybe he would answer an insignificant being like hers prayers.
And he did. He blessed with her child, a child loved by fate that screamed loud and hard, and would kick ferociously at the hands of the goblin hagzas that fretted over his health, and bite and suck fiercely from his mothers teat.
In any other circumstance you would have been celebrated, considered a miracle to the tribe, but when your mother was blessed with child the Chief was at war and gone for months, so it was realized the blessing of child was not a fertility blessing, but a product of the god directly, you were not the Chief's son, and even worse your were the third wife's son which meant you were a threat to succession. Your mother was exiled for her "infidelity" and you narrowly avoided death because of your divine nature, to a kill a [SPARK OF FATE] before their time is to wish disaster on oneself.
So instead of death you were ostracized your whole life, made to live in the communal huts reserved for lesser goblins, forced to do the most humiliating tasks in order to weaken your claim to the tribe such as dung cleaning, and even serving as Hagza on occasion to babe- a role traditionally reserved for the female goblin.
But that is the past- today is your name day, and you past name is forgotten, buried beneath dung. You survived to 8 (a hard feat for most goblins) and now get to be bestowed a name with a [Z] by the gods.
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The only problem is that you're a goblin god's spawn... and a minor one at that, a wretched creature who's status as a being loved by fate is dwarfed by their unbecoming start.
You are the son of the tribe chief of [UKZAWK]'s third wife, third wife normally a privileged position within a goblin tribe who's chiefs normally take 50 wives with the first two often being the mother and aunt of the Chief and serve nominally as advisors before wives, but for you being her son was a curse.
Your mother Zawazk was infertile and could not produce an heir for the Chief and was in risk of losing her status as third, and so she prayed, to the goddess of fertility Anzawkz, to the god of family Zezen, and to the god of fortune Frez, but to no avail. So she ended praying to a minor god- a god so minor that maybe he would answer an insignificant being like hers prayers.
And he did. He blessed with her child, a child loved by fate that screamed loud and hard, and would kick ferociously at the hands of the goblin hagzas that fretted over his health, and bite and suck fiercely from his mothers teat.
In any other circumstance you would have been celebrated, considered a miracle to the tribe, but when your mother was blessed with child the Chief was at war and gone for months, so it was realized the blessing of child was not a fertility blessing, but a product of the god directly, you were not the Chief's son, and even worse your were the third wife's son which meant you were a threat to succession. Your mother was exiled for her "infidelity" and you narrowly avoided death because of your divine nature, to a kill a [SPARK OF FATE] before their time is to wish disaster on oneself.
So instead of death you were ostracized your whole life, made to live in the communal huts reserved for lesser goblins, forced to do the most humiliating tasks in order to weaken your claim to the tribe such as dung cleaning, and even serving as Hagza on occasion to babe- a role traditionally reserved for the female goblin.
But that is the past- today is your name day, and you past name is forgotten, buried beneath dung. You survived to 8 (a hard feat for most goblins) and now get to be bestowed a name with a [Z] by the gods.
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