"Is boy!"
I was brought into this world as all goblins are. The difference for me was a loving mother and father, a goblin and goblina. It was a happy family.
We lived in a small village, nothing more than a grouping of grass huts.
At first I thought I was normal, like my cousins and tribe mates of similar age.
However, my speech soon grew to be more advanced. When we played games my team always won. I was the advantage, scoring more points than anyone.
My parents were proud of me. They had a lot of expectations.
When I was a year old, my father went to hunt with a group in the woods. This happened every few days.
This time was different. He didn't come home.
None of the goblins did. A party of human adventurers had killed them.
My mother was besides herself in grief. Either refusing to eat or unable to, she starved to death.
Now, I was seen as a curse. No more would people play games with me.
Food for the village had also become scarce. The new hunters weren't experienced and came back with nothing most days. Even when they did find something I was given nothing but bones, and as I grew so did my hunger. Marrow wouldn't sustain me.
My cousins, the only ones who would even talk to me, would sometimes share their food with me if their parents weren't looking.
But it wasn't enough.
So I went out alone, sometimes catching a squabitt or rirlle. I always kept the food to myself and got better as time passed, contently filling my stomach everyday. If there was any food leftover, I sneaked it to my cousins who had done the same for me.
They swore to no tell their parents, since they had stood idly by as I was shunned and blamed by the village.
I eventually reached the age goblins would finally change to their adult skin color. An evolution from a goblin youngling to an adult. Mine had became a lighter green color, solidifying the fact that I was a natural born hobgoblin.
My strength at this point was incomparable to others in the village. I invited my cousins to hunt with me, and we started cornering and catching larger game.
We ate well, and their families took notice. They begged for my forgiveness and asked me to help them. So I did, since they had birthed the sons to be my blood brothers.
Others watched this, discontent with the current chief growing within them. And his discontent with me grew as well. The day came when he challenged me.
And I beat him dead.
No one from the village challenged me after that. Power and food are the most important thing to goblins. At this point my thirst for more of both had grown.
Everyday I would train. My cousins were now my generals, and helped care for the village.
This allowed me to travel to surrounding villages, so I could challenge their chiefs. Most of them posed no threat, and occasionally I would find other hobgoblin chiefs. But even the strong ones ended up bowing their heads to me.
With each victory, the villages and tribes automatically fell under my control. I didn't care. All I had wanted was to become stronger.
I started fighting ogres, seemingly brainless beasts that occasionally hunted goblins. I grew to understand their nature, and stopped killing the more intelligent ones. I offered them food for work and loyalty. Death was the alternative, so they bowed as well.
No one in the forest could challenge me. I had also unintentionally brought every tribe in the area under my control.
At the recommendation of my generals, I created the Kingdom of Goblins. Of course I took the position of King. An abandoned castle full of gremlins was cleared, and we started building my capital. I commanded all the goblins I had conquered to burn their villages to the ground and join me.
I had become satisfied with my strength, and could tell it had finally plateaued. I had no worries, for puny adventurers fell easily when they came sniffing.
However, after that day, my perspective changed.
A mysterious man with horns, appeared in my throne room. In shock and anger, I attacked him.
And realized just how weak I was.
After defeating me easily, he offering me a deal.
"Help me topple the humans, dwarves, and elves. In return, I will help you become just as strong, maybe even stronger than me."
The fire was lit again. My thirst had returned.
Not even waiting to hear about possible dangers, I accepted and got the first shipment of the black liquid.
A card came with it, instructing me to ingest and the doses to take. It also said to strengthen my army with it. After the first time consuming it I could feel something change, and it began growing. At first it was painful, but I became accustomed to it over time.
I chose my strongest generals, who I had ensured were all hobgoblins, and choice goblins to ingest the liquid.
Surprisingly, they evolved into hobgoblins and I made them my new commanders, directly serving under the generals. All of them grew in strength with a quickness that challenged my initial growth speed.
I grew cocky in my commanders and generals, and wanted to impress the man. Foolishly I sent a sent a small army to attack Differentia, choosing one of my most promising commanders to lead the charge.
After Ghal was killed I became infuriated. But not nearly as much as the horned man. I was scolded with a beating, worse than anything I had ever experienced. He instructed me to stealthily set up a foot hold that could be used as a foothold to spy on Differentia.
After discovering that the group I had sent was killed, I commanded six of my strongest commanders to retrieve the two items I had sent along on the mission. I do not want the horned man to discover another of my failures.
Now that this had happened, I have given up on that hope and resigned myself to the future beating. Instead, I choose to focus on the human I figured would come to challenge me.
'I welcome you to try. Only one being has defeated me in combat, and I will not allow a second to be added to the list!'