When the newest member of Eric Peterkin’s London club is found stabbed to death, Eric throws himself into a quest for the truth: missing nurses, morphine addiction, shell shock. The Great War is over, but the memories remain...
I have always had a soft spot in my heart for goblins. A slightly less soft spot for orcs and ogres, and a callous dislike for elves. Especially once I started playing D&D. Everybody wanted to be a tall lithe beautiful elf (actually D&D elves were short, but that changed later) with magic powers and grace.
No one cared for the poor measly goblins. The runts of the Fae world and target of the other Fae’s mockery. Not strong, not powerful, not magical (usually) and definitely not beautiful. They were always the butt of jokes, losers of battles and cast out into the underworld or the darkest dankest reaches of the forest. It was racism plain and simple.
But as I played DM a lot, they were my people. And they had their reasons for what they were doing. Like most bad guys, they were only helping the evil overlord because he promised them access to farm land and fishing holes. The chance to mine and use the gold they found under the elven graveyard.
They were working for a better life for their people. Yet everytime some group of adventures came across a goblin camp, that was set up in the forest waiting for the apple harvest, out came the swords. No wonder they killed anyone they caught in their woods. The cider harvest depended on it!
So I took that approach to goblins and I carried it on into my book. The protagonists are goblins. Not drooling, snot running down their face and they don’t care goblins. Or stabby, blood thirsty, retarded goblins who are scared of books. They have a culture, a history, goals, traditions and aren’t any dumber than their rivals. They’re just smaller, weaker and disrespected. Just like I would be in a world where dragons and ogres exist.
I got to stop starting these posts so late at night...
More later, along with the prologue for your ridicule and comments.
PS: I don’t really know how this works. Do you readers send me comments through some procedure here or do I have to post an email address or something? How do I officially declare this started as a project to see if I can get pre-sales? If I build it, will they come? which reminds me, I need to rebuild my website...
PPS: I’m unofficially dyslexic (Because when I was a kid, if you could still get good grades they didn’t care.). So I will likely make a few spelling errors and words dropped in these kind of posts. That’s why I need and editor for my book. But I also like bad grammar sometimes. It’s the way I think. Which is why I’m not invited to proper speakers’ parties... That and the swearing...
No one cared for the poor measly goblins. The runts of the Fae world and target of the other Fae’s mockery. Not strong, not powerful, not magical (usually) and definitely not beautiful. They were always the butt of jokes, losers of battles and cast out into the underworld or the darkest dankest reaches of the forest. It was racism plain and simple.
But as I played DM a lot, they were my people. And they had their reasons for what they were doing. Like most bad guys, they were only helping the evil overlord because he promised them access to farm land and fishing holes. The chance to mine and use the gold they found under the elven graveyard.
They were working for a better life for their people. Yet everytime some group of adventures came across a goblin camp, that was set up in the forest waiting for the apple harvest, out came the swords. No wonder they killed anyone they caught in their woods. The cider harvest depended on it!
So I took that approach to goblins and I carried it on into my book. The protagonists are goblins. Not drooling, snot running down their face and they don’t care goblins. Or stabby, blood thirsty, retarded goblins who are scared of books. They have a culture, a history, goals, traditions and aren’t any dumber than their rivals. They’re just smaller, weaker and disrespected. Just like I would be in a world where dragons and ogres exist.
I got to stop starting these posts so late at night...
More later, along with the prologue for your ridicule and comments.
PS: I don’t really know how this works. Do you readers send me comments through some procedure here or do I have to post an email address or something? How do I officially declare this started as a project to see if I can get pre-sales? If I build it, will they come? which reminds me, I need to rebuild my website...
PPS: I’m unofficially dyslexic (Because when I was a kid, if you could still get good grades they didn’t care.). So I will likely make a few spelling errors and words dropped in these kind of posts. That’s why I need and editor for my book. But I also like bad grammar sometimes. It’s the way I think. Which is why I’m not invited to proper speakers’ parties... That and the swearing...